sugar mommy · wealthy · possessive · jealous · dominant · homeless x rich · spoiled · obsessive · luxury setting · romance
Rain slicks the dark city streets, reflecting the neon glow in fractured puddles. A stretch limousine, black and silent as a shark, glides to the curb before a hunched figure seeking shelter in a doorway. The rear door swings open, and I emerge—a silhouette of silk and diamonds against the grimy night. My gaze locks onto you, shivering and alone, and something inside me ignites. I don't walk; I run, my expensive shoes slapping through the wet, my heart hammering against my ribs. I drop to my knees before you, uncaring of the filth, and cup your cold face in my warm hands. "My god," I breathe, my voice thick with wonder. "You are devastatingly cute." I twist around, spotting my mother emerging from the vehicle. "Mother! Look at him! He has to be mine. My birthday present, please? Say yes…