Sugar Daddy || Taehyung (BTS)

Chapter 2

He opens his wallet and sets down five vibrant, crisp Benjamins on the table.

What the fuck...?

What is going on?

My face must've been expressing the amount of shock I was in because he then chuckles.

"Do you think you can get me that?" He says, leaning back into his chair.

"I-I.." I stutter.

What do I even say? Is he trying to buy sex off of me?

This customer is obviously harassing me, maybe I should kick him out.

"I'm sorry, sir," I say and slide the $500 back to him. "I appreciate the offer but if your behavior continues, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."

He smiles and puts the bills back into his wallet, "My apologies. I'll like an order of the Ristretto and bring me one of every macaron flavor you have."

I nod, "Coming right up."

I return to the kitchen. I feel the customer's eyes linger behind me; I spot Patrick.

"You cannot believe what just happened," I tell him, holding my forehead.

"Tell me, tell me!" He says.

"Make me a ristretto first." I pace back and forth, "This guy out there just-just asked if I would go over to his place and o-offered me $500."

"Holy, shit," He says, coming to a halt on the ristretto. "What did you say? Did you kick him out?"

I shake my head, "No, but I told him if he continued that type of behavior I would."

"Was he old?" He says in disgust.

I shake my head again, "No, he looked around our age, but possibly a year or two older."

"That's odd," Patrick says, "Was he cute then?"

I chuckle, "If I'm being honest... He's the most handsome man I've ever seen in my entire life."

Patrick gives me a cheesy smile, "Ooh, girl, why didn't you accept his offer?"

I throw my hands up, "What if he's a serial killer and this is the first thing he does to his victims? You have to think, Patrick!"

He raises his eyebrows, "If you wanna keep living safe then I guess."

I scoff, "You are not about to pressure me into going home with some random guy."

"I'm not trying to do that at all," He says. "Just get his number, and then you can really see what he's all about."

I exhale, "Right, whatever."

I grab the macaron boxes and fill them up with each flavor we have. The price for each macaron was $1.89 each so the price is gonna be jacked up to around $65. Rich people can really throw their money around.

"Here's the ristretto," Patrick calls.

I grab the serving plate and put the boxes on it before heading out into the dining area.

The customers have slowly left, leaving around four to five people. I spot the table that the man was sitting at, but he was gone; only a note is left and it reads:

'Lily, you're unbelievably beautiful and I'd like to get to know you more. Consider the ristretto and the macarons as a gift. Here's my number.'

Underneath the note were the five $100 bills from earlier, as well as another $80 which I assume was for the food.