Contains mature, 18+ themes
You can't sleep.
It's 4:48 am and your alarm is set to go off in a couple of hours.
All night you've been unable to set your mind at ease. The stress of it all has been mounting for weeks now.
Since the beginning of his business trip.
You turn over and look up, staring at the mirror above your head.
You furrow your freshly plucked eyebrows in thought before deciding to slip out of your champagne-colored silk sheets and into your bathrobe and fluffy slippers.
The enormity of your bedroom no longer impresses you, even as you walk over to the oversized windows overlooking the bustling city below.
Once in front of the window, you look up at the clear skies, watching as color begins to emerge in earnest.
Tilting your head to the side you spot all of the other tall buildings, some of which are penthouses like yours...
Except he made sure that yours was the largest, and most expensive.
You smirk, remembering the promises he made to you.
Your happiness, however, is fleeting as your mind clouds over with worries once again.
Maybe a shower will help take my mind off things.
The end of your black bathrobe trails along the floor as you make your way to the bathroom.
As soon as you walk into the bathroom the lights turn on, and the flooring heats up.
You take off your bathrobe and throw it on top of the glass sliding doors, before stepping out of your slippers and into the shower.
Sighing in relief as the warm water hits your skin, you briefly step aside and grab your favorite exfoliating body wash and gently massage it all over your body.
Stepping back into the stream of water, your worries wash over you as soap suds run down your body and around your feet.
Turning around to face the shower head, you run your fingers through your healthy, long, black hair.
Yes, this, this is definitely what I needed.
Eyes shut in bliss and lips stretched into a serene smile, you make sure to wash your body with care, taking as much time as you want.
Finally, you're done.
Dripping in tranquility, you step out of the shower and onto the rug, the stream of water stopping immediately.
You crouch down and get a matching towel to dry yourself off with and wrap around your body.
You wrap the other around your hair and make your way back into the bedroom.
Walking towards your closet, you hear your phone vibrate and the screen light up.
You disregard it for now, already aware of what it means, and slide open your closet to look for your favorite heels.
Putting them on, you head down the mahogany steps, past the living room, and into the kitchen.
Once the fridge is open you look over everything but get overwhelmed by how much food there is to choose from.
Whiskey for breakfast it is then.
You go over to the cabinet and grab a glass, placing a few ice cubes in the bottom before grabbing the bottle of whiskey.
Pouring yourself a glass, you down it before pouring another and heading back upstairs.
Once in the bedroom, you set the glass down on the bedside table, let your hair out, and place the towel on top of the bed.
You then pick up your phone and glass of whiskey before heading over to the terrace and sliding open the tinted glass doors.
You feel a light breeze brush over you.
You sit down on one of the chairs and put on the sunglasses left out the day before, crossing your legs and setting your glass down.
You turn on your phone and view the notifications, noticing the amount he has paid into your account.
$3,500 for this month.
You look at the date, he's late.
Normally, he pays you on the 1st of every month and meets up with you every weekend.
Today is the 18th of January.
He's late.
Why? It's not like him to be late.
Fuck, I'm thinking about this too hard. It doesn't matter Y/N stop stressing.
You unwrap yourself from the towel and leave it on top of the chair.
Sipping some of the whiskey before leaving it on the table, you then walk over to the edge of the terrace, remove your heels, and lay down on the sofa.
You sunbathe while aimlessly scrolling on your phone, looking for nothing in particular; needing to preoccupy your mind.
After 20 minutes or so, you turn to face your pillow, continuing to do nothing productive.
Once an hour had elapsed you return to your bedroom and moisturise, getting ready for the day.
Heading back into the walk-in closet, you take the same amount of time you took to sunbathe, to pick what outfit to wear for him today.
Finally, you decide on an outfit consisting mainly of Yves Saint Laurent. Making sure to put your belongings in your black flap pouch.
You close the sliding doors and study yourself in the mirror.
You're wearing the black lace-trimmed, satin, white Midi Dress with black stockings and the iconic Opyum Sandals.
Making your way over to your vanity, you sit down and begin to blow dry your hair before putting it into a dark brown claw clip, allowing a few strands to frame your face.
You apply minimal makeup, your skin already sunkissed, blessing your face with an attractive glow.
You spray Black Opium Intense on both sides of your neck and on the wrist of your left hand before rubbing it against the right.
You make your bed, grab your bag, and head into the elevator to meet your sugar daddy.
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Possession | Levi Ackerman and Erwin Smith
Fanfic"Not only did I pay for that pretty dress you're wearing, I paid for what's underneath it too. I feel as though you forget that Y/N." You briskly turn your head to face Levi. "There was no need to do what you did back there, what if people saw?" Lev...
