𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 | nanami k.

14

No way. You're still trying to process the fact that this sugar daddy of yours just sent thirty grand and a bunch of expensive working clothes that are three sizes close to yours. Thirty fucking grand. You almost freaked out that he knew your size, but then he assured you that he based it on the pictures on your profile. It wasn't your exact size, but it wasn't far from it either. Impressive.

thank you. this is too much.

You deserve it.

His reply made you smile, but then it slowly fades when you realized that tomorrow might be the last day of your life. Might as well wear his gifts on your last day, which are probably more expensive than your rent. While you were overwhelmed by his gifts, you can't help but think about what will happen tomorrow. You wanted to ask him for more money to pay the debt, but your pride couldn't. What would you say if he asked you why thirty grand wasn't enough? You didn't want to appear ungrateful. Thirty grand is more than enough to someone who doesn't owe money to someone dangerous.

You scolded yourself that you shouldn't be letting your pride act first when your life is at stake. Why did I even let him be my sugar daddy in the first place if I won't let him help me financially? And well... save my life?

Until death do us part, pride.

The sun was finally rising, so you got out of your bed dreadfully, feeling like a zombie walking in the morning. You stood in front of your mirror after you finished taking a shower. You stared at your phone on the table, contemplating on whether you should ask for more money from or not. You badly wanted to, so you don't have anything to worry about anymore, but you just couldn't. Pride is mostly the reason for it, but aside from that, you have this weird feeling in your gut that prevents you from doing it.

Maybe because you're afraid he's going to ghost you if you demand more from him. You scoffed to yourself. Ridiculous. That's not the reason at all, you shake your head to yourself. You're just a prideful person who didn't want anyone saving them. You're capable of taking care of yourself, and you weren't soms damsel in distress. That got you shaking your head again, proceeding to button the expensive long sleeve shirt and slacks. You paused then took one good look at yourself. 

Woah. I look like I own the fucking company. You smirk.

You bite your lower lip when an idea popped in your head. Before you knew it, you were grabbing your phone from the nightstand and opening your camera. You fixed your hair and clothes, making sure you look presentable enough. You took a deep breath and took mirror pictures, showing your outfit. Despite feeling bothered, you set aside all the anxiousness, looking down at your phone to check the pictures you took. 

After staring at it for a few minutes, you typed a message to him, then attached two pictures of yourself, posing in front of the mirror. You don't know why you suddenly felt confident to send him these pictures, and show him how grateful you are. You hit send.

thank you for the gift. i love it. omw to work now :)

*two pictures attached*

Before you start regretting what you did, you locked your phone and buried it inside your bag. Why the hell am I so eager to please him? Maybe because you didn't want him to feel like you didn't appreciate what he gave you, which you really did. You wanted to tell him that he didn't need to buy you expensive ones, but you actually needed new work clothes. There was another reason why, but you ignore that thought.