𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 | nanami k.

11

You talked to... well, your sugar daddy all night. It felt so wrong, but he didn't radiate bad vibes, so you didn't fret. You were weirdly engaged in a conversation with the stranger behind the screen, and you don't know if it's because he sounds decent, or it's because of the intriguing situation you're in right now. Dash was proof of that. She slept over and the both of you talked about the man all night, her peeking at your phone whenever it notified you about a new message from the unknown man. You fell asleep on your phone last night, but the next morning, the first thing you did was check your phone. Weird, right?

You read the last messages you sent him.

well... I have to sleep. don't u have work later too?

I do. But I'll try to sleep.

you don't sleep?

I'm having a hard time doing so.

oookay then. i'll sleep now

He never said anything afterwards. Then this morning, he said,

Have a great day ahead.

Something about him felt... comforting. It might not be the word you're looking for, but it suits the best for now. All night he tried to get to know you, and you did tell him bits about your life. Exclude the 'paying debt so you wouldn't get killed' part. He seems like the type of man who likes to listen to someone talk, and he's a man who's wise with words. You don't know why, but you felt like opening up to him even when you just first met him. He has this sense of security on him and you have no idea if you're crazy or you just lack company and friends.

He didn't need to plead for you to say anything about yourself. He has this weird aura... a dominant one. Like it was easy for you to give in to him, and you realized that's how dangerous this is. It's only the first day of talking to some possibly old guy and you're this hooked up just because some stranger is willing to listen to your rants. What if he really was just a creepy old guy who likes to corrupt young college girls like you? That'll suck so hard. Even so, you went with the flow.

It dawns you that Dash already left because she has to go to school and study, which is what you should be doing, too. You were too distracted by this sugar daddy that you were actually running late for work. When you got out of your room with a disheveled look, you paused once you see your dad passed out on the couch, and many beer cans scattered on the table, some fell on the floor.

You took in his sight and almost felt bad, but then a picture of you with a gun pointed on your head appeared, and it instantly vanished away. Still, with a frown, you picked up the cans and threw all of them in the trashcan. You took one pitiful look at your father, before you went off for work.  While you make your way to the office, you brushed your hair through your fingers aggressively, trying too look presentable at least by the time you get there. Fuck, I've never been late before.

"You've been late for like, half an hour... are you okay?" Ash approached you while you catch your breath, holding onto your table. You nodded, still panting. "Yeah... I'm fine. I just woke up late." obviously, you weren't physically active enough, so it's difficult for you to run two blocks away from your office. Midway to your destination, you decided to run as if it'll make a difference. I need exercise. You thought as you wipe your forehead with the back of your hand.