The restaurant was busy. Why? I asked myself. I selected twelve o'clock specifically to avoid mass gatherings. I needed it to be quiet and that is what I expected it to be. In reality, I was given a busier restaurant then I had anticipated.
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 that was attached to her application caught my attention. I'm not a man who takes physical appearance into consideration but she had the most amazing baby blue eyes and soft vanilla blonde hair. I could imagine her in pastel colours and I could see myself staring down at her five foot two stance. Innocence radiated off her. When I spoke to her on the phone she greeted me and gave me this feeling that she's a rather shy person.
I'm the same as my dad and took all of his characteristics. Which means that I'm tall in comparison to her. I've always been interested in shorter girls and wouldn't feel comfortable if she was to be taller than me and have to look down. It would feel bizarre in my opinion.
What I did know from her application was that she was eighteen. Seven years younger than me I thought to myself as I flicked from page to page before staring at her picture for a brief moment. The second that I consulted with her on the phone I knew that I needed to meet up with her. I felt incomplete. There was this urge to see if she was the girl that I would take underneath my belt.
I did have a previous sugar baby. It didn't last too long and I would say that it was about two months before I sent her on her way. She didn't listen to my agreement and I found her meeting another man when I told her that I don't want my sugar baby to go on dates with another daddy. It worked out that she had three at the same time as me and I cancelled the agreement.
Every day I would wake up and attend to my businesses as usual before going to work with Kai and my dad. 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 comes attached to it. I wanted to treat my girl to everything that she desired. I had my money to fund it. It was rolling inside my bank account like a tap filling up 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 remember stepping foot inside a bar a couple of weeks prior to placing the advertisement up. When I was walking to go and relieve myself, I could hear her talking with a young brown-haired woman behind the bar. I knew that the two of them worked there by their black and red uniforms. She was telling her friend that she needed the money to enjoy a lavish lifestyle. I watched her as she would run across the bar and wipe the sweat from her forehead. That night was jam-packed with families eating out. Bless her I thought to myself as I placed my glass against my lips salvaging the flavour leaning my arms down on the table. Smirking, I enjoyed myself watching her struggle to make ends meet. Ray was sitting across from me testing out different variants of cheese. I'm not the kind of man who will sit there and eat a cheese board so I sat there enjoying my whiskey.
Ray took a sip of his wine and stared over at me with his lips in a straight line. I shrugged my shoulders and glanced at him for a second before watching the girl with blonde hair fall over with a tray filled with drinks. I did feel bad for her and watched as she was sent home for the night. I knew at that moment what I was going to do and when she left for the night I walked over and passed her friend my information.
"What is this for?" She asked me looking confused and I glanced over my shoulder at Ray who was smirking at me before stuffing his face with mouldy cheese. Not something that I would personally try I thought to myself as I turned back around to face her brown-haired friend.
"I couldn't help but listen in to you and your friends' conversation earlier. She wants to make money. Tell her to contact me and I can arrange it for her."
"With what? Becoming a prostitute?" She raised her eyebrows crossing her arms. She was trying not to show interest in the conversation but I could see the excitement in her eyes. She was ecstatic for her friend to be offered the help that she was in desperate need of.
"Do I look like the kind of man that will do that to women?"
"I don't know."
"No. I want her to become this." I flipped the card over in her hand and her mouth dropped open as she looked down at the words "Sugar Baby WANTED". It was obvious that she was lost for words. Winking I turned around and left the bar. I know that she watched me as I left her alone. I needed to wait and see if I was to be contacted by the overworked woman that I had my eyes on. Ray walked out of the bar with the glass of wine and I shook my head smiling. That man doesn't give two fucks.
She never did contact me back. I decided to place the advertisement up and wait to see who I could attract. When her application hit my desk I looked at her picture. I knew instantly who it was and thought that she was gorgeous as I checked all of her information. A smile formed on my lips.
I do consider myself more mature. "I hope that she will look at me as an older role model. She’s obviously in need of some cash." I thought to myself as I rubbed my hand against my itching stubble. I needed to get it cut. I composed an email and waited to see if I would receive a phone call in return which I did. I thought about how I could spoil her without having to deal with the bullshit of being in a full-time relationship and knew that it would work for me.
“Hello, are you Leighton?” I glance up from the table with my whiskey in my hand. Laying my whiskey on the rocks down on the table, I Straightened out my suit jacket and stood up smiling 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 like 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 that I ordered and sat it inside a black ice bucket as requested. Taking a glass, I picked up the bottle and opened it up before pouring it inside the glass for her. Pushing it across the table, I sat back and stared over 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'm a man who wants 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 head 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 her to see if her friend had mentioned me.