Stealing His First Love
Right before my sugar daddy’s untouchable first love was about to return, he told me to get along with her.
“She knows about us?” I ask.
David nodded. “I told her. Anyway, we’ll be living together.”
I take a sharp breath. After all, was this first love really that open-minded?
As a diligent and professional sugar baby, I’d do my absolute best to win her over.
[Baby, I’m David’s sugar baby. The three of us living well together is what matters most.]
[Baby, don’t worry. I have a very high tolerance for morally questionable situations!]
We chatted enthusiastically for an entire month until she returned.
Wait.
Wasn’t the man standing in front of me, over six feet tall, David’s sworn enemy?