SUGAR

Mr Byun

"Hi dear, I'd love to have you as my sugar baby. Reply if interested."

"What are the terms?"

"Can we meet up tonight? We can discuss the terms over dinner. Daddy will compensate you for your time too ;)"

You scrunched your nose in disgust. This man was still a stranger to you and he was already calling himself your daddy? Such a turn off.

Leaning back on the bed, you released a huff of breath. For the past few days you'd been talking to the men you encountered through a dating app called Sugar. It's a place where you find wealthy men who offered financial support in exchange for companionship and sometimes, relationship, be it sexual or romantic. You badly needed the money to pay for your bills. Getting into a performing arts college wasn't cheap, and you knew you were in no place to be selective, but none of this man attracted you like Mr Byun did.

You knew Mr Byun through the same dating site. He had yet to disclose his full name, but you saw from his profile that he was ten years your senior. On your first meeting, he had to cut the date short to attend to an urgent matter. That was the last time you saw him. Even though he said he'd keep in touch, you hadn't received a text or call from him at all. To say you were disappointed was an understatement, because you were so wildly infatuated with him, he was all you could think about. Apart from that, it was rare to find a sugar daddy who's both rich and good-looking like Mr Byun. Most of the men you talked to were too old for your liking, and you would never want to sleep with them. But Mr Byun, God...you may only be eighteen and have just a little experience with men, but with all the naughty things you fantasized him doing to you, you might as well be a slut.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your phone vibrated in your grasp. You lifted it up to your eye level.

Hi, I'm back in town. Are you free to meet up?

You bolted upright in bed, staring down at the text you couldn't believe you received. A smile formed, and your heart rate sped up in excitement. Hastily, you unlocked your phone and tapped on the message bar that led you to the chat room. You stared at the text for a moment before started typing 'Hi Mr Byun, yes I'm free! Where should we meet?' so rapidly that you had to pause to remind yourself to not sound too desperate.Shaking your head, you deleted the text you had written and replaced them with, Hi Mr Byun, yes, I have the day off.

Your stomach did a little flip when you sent the message, and the flip intensified when you saw that Mr Byun was typing his reply. His text arrived half a minute later.

Mr Byun : Are you home?

You: Yes :)

Mr Byun : Forward me your address, I'll meet you there.

After sending him your address, you got off the bed to change into something more presentable. You didn't own a wardrobe, so your clothes were kept inside a suitcase under your bed. You knelt down to pull it out, then you started choosing. There weren't many options to choose from anyway. At last, you settled with a strapless, white summer dress you got from Zaraon a 75% sale. It was casual enough to be worn at home.

Once you were dressed, you shove the suitcase back to where it belonged and took a glance around your studio apartment. Everything was in place but the room was cramped. You sighed, feeling somewhat embarrassed of your abode. You weren't even sure if this was considered an apartment. There was only enough space for one bed, a study desk that you used to do your homework and eat, and a small bathroom. 'He'll understand' you thought. Afterall, you wouldn't be looking for a sugar daddy if you could afford a nice place to stay.

The wait for Mr Byun to arrive felt like forever. You sat on the edge of your bed, your fingertips fiddling with each other on your thighs. You were both impatient and nervous. Mr Byun wasn't a scary person, but something about his presence made you want to bow down to him like you're his servant. You wondered what he did for a living, a CEO maybe? From the way he carried himself, he seemed like a person of high authority and influence.