Stealing His First Love

I spent three years as David Goldman’s sugar baby.

To be fair, he wasn’t the type to keep four or five, six or seven other sugar babies on the side.

He also wasn’t the kind of man who would casually grab my throat and complain that my smile didn’t look like his untouchable first love.

So all I really needed to do every day was shop, eat, and relax.

I was very satisfied with this arrangement, too.

However, just after he had “renewed” my contract for another year, David pushed a piece of paper toward me.

“She’s coming back.”

Sure enough, it was the classic “untouchable first love returns” situation.

I glanced at the paper and quietly counted eleven numbers.

As expected, David really was the best sugar daddy!

“I’ll move out tonight, then,” I said.

I have strong professional ethics, and as a qualified sugar baby, I understand very well the status of an untouchable first love.

If I didn’t leave now, it would be disrespectful to myself.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure everything is packed up perfectly and leave no trace. She won’t notice anything.”

David’s gaze deepened slightly.

“You don’t have to do this.

“Mia, you know the relationship between her and me.”

Of course I knew.

David pulled me into his arms, his tone gentle.

“I’ve already told her about us.”

I froze.

My back stiffened as I looked at him, hesitating slightly.

“She knows about our relationship?”

David nodded. “Mm, she knows. This time, she’s coming back because of us.”

“How did you explain it?”

“I told her everything that needed to be said.”

“And she’s not angry?”

“A little, but don’t worry, she won’t object.”

I took a sharp breath.

“She won’t object? What exactly is she not objecting to?”

David smiled faintly.

“It’s just that she might be living with us for a while, so it might be a bit of a hardship for you.”

Was first love really that open-minded?

Then David suddenly added, “Oh, right, she insisted on adding your contact first, and I just wrote it down for you. Her name is Linda.”

I looked at the eleven digits written in a wild, messy scrawl on the paper.

So it was a phone number.

David had the habit of writing important data by hand. So even if someone else got hold of it, they wouldn’t be able to figure out exactly what he had written.

Although I was a sugar baby and had professional standards, this kind of three-person situation was something I was trying for the first time.

Thinking of how well David had treated me over the years, especially those transfers, however…

I patted my chest and said, “Don’t worry, the three of us will definitely be able to make this work.”

David’s eyes lit up. In a moment of excitement, he couldn’t help but send me another transfer.

I glanced at the string of dazzling zeros.

As expected, the power of the untouchable first love was something else.

This alone was worth nearly half of my yearly income.