Sugar Daddy

14

John's POV:
As I adjust my tie for the auction, I peek at Mika's reflection from my giant mirror and smirk.
"Shame you can't join me tonight, my family was looking forward to meeting you." I smirk and she huffs. "Craig is on his way. He's going to watch over you while I'm gone. If you give him a hard time, it will not be pleasant for you. So, be a good girl and I'll be home before you know it." I smirk again.
"Yeah, whatever." Ah, she speaks, finally.
"Good." I leave the room and someone knocks on my door.

"Craig-" I freeze. "Sylvia!" Fuck. "I thought we agreed that I would pick you up?"
"Yes, we did." she steps in, shit. "But, it was nearing seven-thirty and you said you would pick me up at seven, so I got worried that you were blowing me off. So," she stops eyeing my place and turns to face me. "I got in a taxi and came by just to make sure you weren't." she smiles, showing off red lipstick on her front teeth. Disgusting.
"No worries, dear." I somehow manage to say without gagging.
"Good to know, so who's Craig? Are we waiting for him to watch your dog or something?" she sits on my couch.
"Or something." I chuckle, sitting next to her. "But uh," Checking my watch. "He should be here any minute and he has a spare key so we can go now." Grabbing her arm, I yank her up and drag her out of my apartment.
"Oh, uh, okay." she begins to match my pace. "But I was hoping to see your place."
"Another time." I flash my best smile.
"Like after the event?" she runs her fingers down my arm and smirks. Disgusting.
"Sure." I smile again, somehow managing not to gag, yet again.

The car ride to the Charity Event is quick, surprisingly, thankfully. When the car pulls up, we're immediately greeted by the flashing lights of cameras immediately at our window. Sylvia starts smiling and for some reason, cuddling up to me. I push her off and act like I'm getting out of the car. My driver opens the door for her and she smiles towards him. She links her arm with mine and we begin walking up my mother's silver carpet.
My mother greets us at the door. "John, honey." she kisses my cheek. "Sylvia." she spits.
"Mrs. Trew, an honor to see you again. Thank you for letting me join your family tonight."
"Yes, yes." My mother waves her gloved hand and we enter.

Craig's POV:

"Mika, you here?" I smirk, then chuckle. "Of course you are."

Entering the bedroom, she's somehow asleep. Her hands are cuffed to the bed. Jesus, John wasn't kidding. Sitting on the bed, I watch her sleep. For a slut and a bitch, she really is a beautiful girl with an amazing body. I stand before I do something I may regret and make my way to the living room. Nothing to do since she's literally handcuffed and literally can not go anywhere. I turn on the television and they're doing a live showing of the event. I see a bunch of old colleagues and then John.
"Wow his date is cuddly." I say to no one in particular.
"What?" someone yells. Mika.

I make my way down the hallway and into the bedroom, and sure enough, Mika is awake. "John's event is being live streamed on the television." Reaching down, I grab the remote and turn on the TV.
"Uch!" she gags. "I do NOT want to see him. Turn it off. Put on something else, please." she pulls on the handcuffs and then whimpers.
"How many times have you done that?"
"I don't know, not exactly counting." I walk closer to her to examine her wrists and she pushes her legs up to her chest.
"I just want to make sure you're not bleeding." I assure her. Inspecting her wrists, I see she's only a couple of pulls away from ripping her veins right out of her wrist. "You should stop pulling, otherwise you're gonna end up dead." she coughs. "Wait. Is that what you're trying to do?"
"Shut up, you're not in my position." she sits up, pulling on the cuffs, trying to get in my face as much as possible. "Actually, YOU put me in this position." she spits.
"I know." I look down. "Paycheck's a paycheck though." I shrug, trying to smirk.
"Get the hell away from me. It's bad enough I'm stuck in this place with him. I'm not dealing with you either."
"Fine." I stand and make my way to the bathroom to find cream and gauze. Bingo. "Mika, I uh, I'd like to wrap your wrists."
"Fuck off. I don't care about my wrists." she looks outside towards the balcony.
Ignoring her, I sit and unwrap the gauze. "Hold still, not that you have a choice." I try to joke, she gives me a look, I stop.
"Stop touching me!" she squirms, pulling on the cuffs. We both pause as she feels blood trickling down her skin. "Fuck, now look what you did." she pulls some more, smiling, trying to get the other wrist to break open. I can't help it, I hit her in the head and her lights go out.
"Now that you're no longer fighting, let's get you wrapped up. Boss man would kill me if I let you die on my watch."

A few hours later, Mika is still unconscious. John walks through the door, drunk, and with his assistant.
"What is she doing here?" I spit.
"Oh fuck off." Whoa. "I just helped him up because of how hammered he is."
"Well, you've helped him, you can go now."
"I need to use the restroom."
"No-" And she's down the hallway.

I chase after her, hoping to get her before she-

"What the fuck is this?" she screams.