Chapter 9

His mustang is comfortable inside. Breathable but my air seemed tight around him regardless of the quality of this world-class elitist car. His interior is colored coffee, the creamed coffee.

Also the dashboard, it's painted black. Only two colors will be seen inside the car, The creamed coffee or dirty white with black. Gothic and shiny black.

His car smells manly too, let's not forget that the owner of the car itself is manly. Take note also of the fact that he is sitting right next to me.

I'm so amazed not only in his car but everything. As a harlot, I never thought that I'll be ever experiencing this kind of thing. Sitting in a fancy car next to a rich man that could pass already as my sugar daddy.

What? He's older than me and rich! Aren't these the traits you need to consider when looking for a sugar daddy?

"A penny for your thoughts?" he intervened in my thoughts with his cold yet calmed voice.

What am I even talking about, hmm?