All Chapters of Sugar Daddy Vampire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The maître d’s gaze swept over Chloe the moment she entered the restaurant, a discreet yet discerning assessment. The soft lighting danced off her shimmer dress and the elegant gleam of her heels, while her clutch bag seemed to command its own security detail. She knew she looked extravagant, yet beneath it all, her confidence felt more like a costume than a true reflection of her feelings. Earlier, Noah's voice had warmed her through the phone, bringing back a flood of memories from their past. It was as if they hadn’t spent years apart. He had invited her to dinner just the two of them. She tried to convince herself it was merely friendly, but deep down, uncertainty gnawed at her. Following the maître d’ between candlelit tables, she could hear the faint clink of silverware and the soft murmur of nearby conversations. When she spotted him in a cozy corner, sleeves rolled to his forearms, smiling the way he used to in high school, it was almost enough to make her forget her unease.

As Chloe approached the imposing iron gates of Valerius's estate, her heart thudded in her chest, drowning out the silence of the night. The heavy black bars swung open effortlessly, as if welcoming her without the need for a buzzer. He had been expecting her. The driveway seemed longer tonight, meandering through pools of darkness cast by the towering oaks. Their bare branches clawed at the sky, whispering in the frigid night air as if warning her to turn back. She parked her car in her usual spot, lingering for a moment as she gazed at the mansion's illuminated windows. Every instinct urged her to stay put, yet her feet betrayed her, carrying her forward. The ornate front door swung open with a creak before she even had the chance to knock. Cordelia stood framed in the doorway, her expression unreadable. With a commanding click of her sharp heels against the marble, she stepped aside to let Chloe in. “He’s in the study,” she said, her tone flat and lacking warmth. That simple w

The door creaked open and Chloe's breath hitched as Valerius stepped inside. He was shirtless now, his muscular chest on full display, the candlelight casting shadows over the defined planes of his body. His trousers were still on, but the outline of his manhood was unmistakable, straining against the fabric.His eyes raked over her, slow and deliberate, tracing every inch of exposed skin and every quiet line of surrender in her posture.“You’ve been patient,” he said, soft and gentle, words curling through the silence like smoke. His voice was soft, almost gentle, but beneath it lay a dangerous promise.He stopped at the edge of the bed, close enough for her to feel the weight of his presence. “But patience…” His head tilted slightly, as if considering her. “…is not what you need to learn tonight.” Chloe's heart pounded in her chest as Valerius climbed onto the bed, his body moving with predatory grace. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw, tilting her head up

The waiter, tall and impeccably dressed, approached with a subtle smirk playing on his lips. He glided forward, presenting a plate with a flourish like a jeweler unveiling a diamond. The air around them grew heavy with the rich scents of warm butter and roasted coffee. On the plate lay a masterpiece of culinary art: golden brioche slices leaning against one another, their edges delicately dusted with powdered sugar, sparkling like morning frost. At the center, a gleaming pool of amber maple syrup caught the light, shimmering like trapped sunlight and resting atop a nest of silky smoked salmon ribbons, two perfectly poached eggs waited, their yolks quivering with a confidence all their own. A lone sprig of fresh dill, as if flown in purely for this moment, reclined gracefully on top. Next to this tantalizing presentation, a porcelain cup brimmed with dark, velvet coffee, steam rising in lazy swirls like a tiny galaxy caught in a swirl of crema. The silver spoon beside it sparkled

Chloe’s hands trembled as she lifted her fork again, her body still humming, betraying her with aftershocks of the climax she’d barely contained. Every muscle screamed for stillness, composure, dignity but inside she was in chaos. She dared not meet Valerius’s eyes. The memory of his calm command, the merciless precision of his touch under the table, still burned through her. She forced herself to spear a piece of food, chew, and swallow. Act normal. Just act normal. But Valerius leaned back leisurely, sipping his wine as though nothing had happened. The faintest smile ghosted across his lips, that infuriating mask of power that made her feel both owned and undone. Then, casually, as if commenting on the weather, he said, “I’ve arranged for a private tour of the restaurant’s wine cellar.” Chloe froze mid-bite, her fork halfway to her lips. Her eyes flickered up to his, wary, uncertain. His gaze held hers, unwavering, deliberate. “It’s quiet. Secluded. Dimly lit,” he continue