The Sugar Baby

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 4.

The next morning on Saturday, I woke up with a smile glued on my face.

Everything had went as planned and Shane, that beautiful son of a gun, had agreed to do an "interview" with me with the help of Leo acting as if he was a magazine publisher.

He had jot down an address and a time for our little interview right before he departed the party with his entourage, but not before giving a thank you speech and signing a few autographs along with taking a few photos with some lucky fans who had gotten into the very elite and high society ceremony somehow.

I'm not sure how long I stayed in bed staring up at the ceiling, but I eventually sat up and slid out of my heavenly bed.

Gawd.

When I caught sight of myself in the mirror when I entered the bathroom, I felt the sudden urge to turn back around and act like I hadn't just witnessed the most hideous creature in living history.

My hair was a wild mess on the top of my head and my lips looked puffier than ever with a faint red tint to them.

Chanel lipstick curse.

After completing my daily hygiene chores and trying to get my lips down from swelling, I exited the cute little bathroom that was decorated in purple, white, and black and found myself deep inside of my closet.

With my closet consisting of mostly black, I decided on a pair of faded blue jeans and a black laced sweatshirt along with a pair of white converse.

My all natural hair was placed into a neat bun with a tiny little white bow added in the side of it.

A cute outfit for a good day.

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My car came to a stop when I pulled up to a pair of large black gates that had Salvatore's initials engraved on them in pure gold.

"Finally." I heaved a sigh of relief.

I had been driving for an hour and a half and at one point, I had doubted that I would ever find the place.

I turned my car off, grabbed  a notebook from out of the backseat then hesitantly walked up to the enormous gates and once close enough, I got a glimpse of the gorgeous mansion inside.

This man had to be involved with the mafia. There was no way he could be living like this without being situated in something that was illegal.

I wonder who he's doing business with.

Whoever it was, they had to be making a lot of dough themselves.

Once I announced my presence, the two gates crept open like big mountains moving and I stepped on the property.

I spotted various mythical statues in the front yard and around towards the back from what I could physically see.

Absolutely gorgeous in deed.

The mansion was obviously a historic one since the exterior gave off that it was old as dirt, but yet it was still so beautiful and effortlessly elegant.

Hell, If only I lived like this.

When I stepped up to the doorstep, I heard the faint sound of water splashing and a few barks, and I couldn't help but smile a little.