Sugar Daddy

He always found a reason to visit her at the coffee shop, and with everyone watching, he’d kiss her as he accepted coffee. He’d make her cheeks burn with a little embarrassment at how possessive he was, but deep down, she loved it.

No one had ever wanted to be that way with her.

Daniel worshipped her with his attention at every turn, and she loved every second of it. The way he held her as he made love, or couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her. Not once had the passion fizzled out, or gotten boring. He made her laugh, and what surprised her was how much they had in common.

She’d not seen it before, but Daniel had a goofy side.

They’d been teasing each other, and a song had come on the radio, and he’d stood on the bed, completely naked, singing and dancing to her. She’d been laughing so hard, but by the end of it, she’d been dancing along with him, not caring that her tits were bouncing along, with other parts wiggling as she moved.

He made her feel comfortable in her own skin. Her body hadn’t ever really bothered her before. She’d been happy, only when she was with Daniel did she realize how different she was with him.

Every now and again she heard the same bunch of girls at school talking about the website, only now it wasn’t so graphic. She tried to steer clear of any conversation to do with Sugar Daddy.

After Thanksgiving, it didn’t take long for Christmas to fall upon them, and with it, Daniel had a new request.

“You want me to meet your parents?” she asked.

“Yes.”

She sat back, glancing around the coffee shop. Everyone was going through the motions, and she saw people carrying several different bags. They were a busy coffee shop because they served the best kind of brews around.

“That’s … a huge step.”

“It is.”

“Are you sure about this? It’s your parents. That’s like … relationship territory, and I’m not part of that.” She wasn’t used to being in a relationship! Already she was screwing this up.

“You’re my girlfriend. My very young girlfriend, nineteen years younger than I am, I know, but they said they wanted to see me for Christmas. It was really important, and I don’t want to share Christmas with anyone but you, and I figured if I take my girl along with me, they won’t badger me anymore.”

“You do realize you’re a full-grown man.”

“I know, and this full-grown man still has obligations at times.”

“What happened to that bossy guy who likes to get his own way?” she asked.

“I am that bossy guy who likes to get my own way, and let’s just say my parents may have something to offer me.”

She folded her arms over her chest. Over the past couple of weeks, she’d felt a shift, a change within their relationship.

They’d gone from being just sex partners to sharing an actual life. She tried not to read too much into it.

“What do you think it could be? You know, the offer?”

“It’s something important to me. My grandfather left me a few things in his will, and they were set to mature at different times in my life.” He leaned forward. “It’s his pocket watch.”

“Like one of those little round disk things that you click open with a chain?”

He laughed. “How young you are. Yes, it’s like one of them. It’s crazy, but I remember my grandpa always had that pocket watch. Told me it would bring good luck; at least it had been good luck to him. It’s not worth a dollar, but whenever he was busy, he’d give it to me and I’d sit and watch the time go. He told me that a good man understands that time is important, and that they don’t waste a single second with regrets.”

She saw the love in his eyes, and she had that same yearning, wishing he felt that same way about her.

Don’t do it.

Elizabeth felt herself falling for him every single day. Her feelings for him were constantly growing, getting stronger, and she feared that it may be too late. She may have already fallen in love with him.

“Then we’ll go. Do you think your parents will like me?” she asked.

“It doesn’t matter what they think at all. I know that I like you a whole hell of a lot, and my opinion is the only one that counts.” He pulled her close for a kiss.

His words didn’t exactly comfort her, nor did the thought of meeting his parents.

****

Daniel didn’t want to go to his parents’ place for Christmas, and he certainly didn’t want them to meet Elizabeth. Driving toward their house, he was all too aware of the tension within his woman. If the large gates with the security detail weren’t a warning, by the time he parked up, the lavish display of cars on the drive was an indication to go back.