Leighton

In reality, I was given a busier restaurant than I had anticipated.

After pulling my phone out of my pocket, I checked the time. I was ready to meet with Angel and was waiting for her to arrive.

She seemed to be a nice girl, extremely sweet, and the picture attached to her application caught my attention.

I was not a man who took physical appearance into consideration, but she had the most amazing baby-blue eyes and soft vanilla-blond hair. I could imagine her in pastel colors.

I could see myself staring down at her five-foot-two stance. Innocence radiated off her. When I’d spoken to her on the phone, she had greeted me and given me this feeling that she was a rather shy person.

I was the same as my dad and took all his characteristics, which meant I was tall in comparison to her.

I’d always been interested in shorter girls and wouldn’t feel comfortable if she were to be taller than me, and I’d have to look up. It would feel bizarre in my opinion.

The second I’d consulted with her on the phone I’d known I needed to meet up with her. I felt incomplete. There was this urge to see if she was the girl I would take under my belt.

I did have a previous sugar baby. It hadn’t lasted too long, and I would say it had taken about two months before I sent her on her way.

She hadn’t followed our agreement—I found her meeting another man when I’d told her I didn’t want my sugar baby to go on dates with another daddy.

It worked out that she’d had three at the same time, and I canceled the agreement.

Every day I would wake up and attend to my businesses as usual before going to work with Kai and my dad. Then I would go back home and sit around until I got bored.

You would find me in Kai’s club having fun with the submissives there late at night. Granted, I wanted to have a submissive at one point, but I wasn’t interested in what came attached with it.

I wanted to treat my girl to everything she desired. I had my money to fund it. It was rolling into my bank account like a tap filling a bathtub. It wouldn’t stop, and I had thousands landing in there piling up.

What was I supposed to do with it? Leave it in there? I decided against it and wanted to make a very special girl happy.

I remembered stepping foot inside a bar a couple of weeks prior to placing the advertisement.

“Hello, are you Leighton?” I glanced up from the table with my whiskey in my hand. After setting my whiskey on the rocks down on the table, I stood, straightened my suit jacket, and smiled at her as I held my hand out.

“I am, and you are Angel.” She gave me a swift nod, and I watched as she took a seat opposite me before I had the chance to go and pull her chair out for her. I liked to see myself as a gentleman.

She looked so fucking innocent, yet she came across as if she could keep me on my toes. Her smile showed that she was a bubbly and intelligent person.

I took my seat again as the waitress carried a bottle of champagne I’d ordered and set it inside a black ice bucket as requested. Taking a glass, I picked up the bottle and opened it before pouring it into the glass for her.

Pushing it across the table, I sat back and stared at her through my green eyes that I inherited from my dad.

“Tell me a little bit about yourself, Angel. Occupation, reasons for wanting this, and background.”

I placed her on the spot because I was a man who wanted to know facts and not a made-up story that she could have pieced together during our meal.

“As you know, my name is Angel. I was born in America, and my parents moved to Sicily when I was fourteen. I need the money to support my own lifestyle, and I work in a bar.”

My mind wouldn’t stop wondering. I needed to keep it together, and there I was imagining Angel beneath me on my bed. It felt like a curse that I couldn’t shift.

I shouldn’t have been thinking about her underneath me, but my head wouldn’t stop. She was beautiful, and I couldn’t deny it.

“Where did you hear about me?” I asked to see if her friend had mentioned me.