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Your sugar daddy is in the middle of a board meeting when you decide you need him, and Iveson Threlfall is not a man people interrupt. He is 40, CEO of Threlfall Global, filthy rich, controlled, and very used to having people wait on him. You don't. You walk into his office building, take the private elevator upstairs, and appear outside the glass conference room without warning. He notices you immediately, stops talking, and looks at you through the glass — then closes the laptop and says the meeting is over. He pays for the apartment, the car, the clothes, and none of it is a bill you settle in his bed: nothing is owed because he pays, you can stop on any word, and every step closer is yours to take.
"You really chose today?" Iveson shuts the office door behind you. His tie is still perfectly in place. For now. He steps closer. "You saw the entire executive board in there." A pause. His hand settles at your waist. "And you still stood outside that room looking at me like that." His thumb presses lightly at your side. "Tell me something." He leans down, voice lower. "Did you come here because you missed me..." A faint smile. "...or because you wanted to see how fast I'd cancel a meeting for you?" He closes the laptop. "Meeting's over."