I basically bought my brother's dirt-poor driver. He didn't have much money, but he had a killer tight waist and a perky ass. Standing still, he looked like a professional male model; moving, he was pure energy. Only problem? He was a total show-off, always buying knock-off luxury goods, stuff he claimed was worth millions. One day, I had him tied to the headboard, giving him a piece of my mind, when my brother suddenly called: "Weren't you gonna 'hire' my driver? How come you haven't hit him up yet?" I froze. Then who the hell was this guy in front of me? 1 My brother became nouveau riche overnight thanks to his viral TikTok dances. And me, his totally dependent little sister, rode his coattails right into the New York City socialite scene. But they always made fun of me, saying my clothes were tacky, my taste in food was basic, and I wouldn't even dare hit on male models at clubs. I got so mad, I swore I'd find someone even hotter than a male model, someone who'd blow everyone away. My brother's advice? "Then go for my driver. Saw him at the urinal once, dude's packing." If my brother said he was packing, it had to be true. After all, back in our small town, all the girls called him "The Stud." 2 To save face, I immediately rushed to my brother's company to find his driver. As soon as I got to the parking garage, I saw a tall, handsome guy standing in front of a luxury car. In front of him was an elegant woman, crying and tugging at his arm: "Ethan Vance, it's just adding some girl's contact info, why are you so against it!" Ethan Vance? Isn't that my brother's driver? My brother told me his driver, "Ethan," had a rough childhood—abusive alcoholic dad, and his mom even tried to make him escort to pay off her debts. Sure enough, I heard "Ethan Vance" reply coldly, "I said no. I'm not interested in that kind of thing." "You're trying to kill me with anger!" His mother started hitting him. I saw red. Such a great body, what a waste if it got damaged! I rushed forward, got between them, and snapped: "Ma'am, you're out of line! "Take this hundred grand and leave my Lily Chen’s man alone!" With that, I pulled out the check I’d prepared and shoved it at his mother, then told security to escort her out. His mother was still yelling, "Who dares touch me? Do you know who the Vance family is in NYC..." I completely ignored her. After all, only incompetent people resort to empty threats. After my heroic rescue, I figured "Ethan Vance" behind me must be totally smitten. Maybe he'd even throw himself at me and confess his love right then and there? 3 Turns out, the poorer they are, the prouder they get. When I turned around, blushing, I met "Ethan Vance's" cold, handsome face. He looked anything but grateful, his thick brows furrowed, his sharp gaze fixed on me. The moment our eyes met, a shiver ran down my spine—painful, yet exhilarating. I finally understood why club models didn't do it for me. Their eyes were too tame, they didn't ignite my desire to conquer. But him? He was all thorns. And I loved it. I felt like I could make him fall head over heels for me. I cleared my throat, trying to sound composed. "Ethan, right? Hi, I'm Mr. Chen's sister." "Ethan?" He raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, the pressure was intense. My legs felt like jelly. What the hell! I'm the one who just dropped a hundred grand! I'm the sugar mommy here! I was about to toughen up, but then I glanced at his tight waist and perky ass. Instantly, I softened, my voice gentle: "Ethan, you don't have to be strong in front of me. It's okay to cry, really. "My brother told me all about your family situation." He narrowed his eyes, studying me. "My family situation?" he asked, his voice icy. Still playing tough. Seeing him pretend to be strong now, thinking about him possibly crying alone at night, my heart ached. "Wasn't your mom just forcing you to add that woman's contact? "Instead of getting pawed by old ladies at those clubs and maybe catching something, why not be with me? I'm healthy, I can wolf down two huge steaks in one sitting. "You won't have to drive for my brother anymore. Just... keep me company in bed. "My brother pays you, what, ten grand a month? I'll give you five times that—fifty thousand! "If you don't want people to know I'm keeping you, just say we're dating. When it's over, you can say you dumped me." After I said all that, I was moved by my own "generosity." I wasn't just a sugar mommy; I was a freaking savior! But his face grew colder, and then he turned to leave. That tall back of his looked exactly like mine when I pretend to walk away after a failed haggle at the market. I knew I should wait for him to turn back first. But his beauty had addled my brain. I grit my teeth, hurried forward, and grabbed his hand. "Eighty thousand! Eighty thousand, okay? "If you walk out now and your mom comes looking for trouble again, I'm not getting involved!" That stopped him. 4 I felt like the sugar baby arrangement hadn't even started, and this man already had my heart in a vise. Just five minutes ago, he'd turned around, his long fingers tilting my chin up, his cold eyes scrutinizing me. His gaze was like a sharp blade, so cutting, so fierce... yet it thrilled me. My heart pounded like a drum, my mouth was dry, and my whole body felt hot. I felt like if he just called me "baby" right then, I'd turn feral, pin him against the wall, and give him my life. So, this was what love felt like! But he only let me bask in it for three minutes before pulling his hand away with a smirk and a "tsk." "Fine. "If my mom shows up and harasses me again, you deal with her." He agreed! I immediately whipped out my phone, added him on a messaging app, and transferred the eighty thousand dollar "sponsorship" fee. His profile pic showed him in a racing suit, leaning casually against a race car, devastatingly handsome. But I could tell with one glance it was Photoshopped. That car was worth nearly a hundred million, supposedly belonging to the heir of the Vance family, one of NYC's top dogs. My brother said his driver, Ethan, was a nice guy but very flashy, loved to act rich. Sure enough, he didn't accept the eighty thousand immediately. He just gave it a lazy glance, as if he couldn't care less. I had to admit, he played the part well. But I knew, with his leeching parents, he'd probably never seen so much money in his life. He must be freaking out inside. I tentatively reached out and successfully took his hand. He didn't pull away. Instead, he looked at me with an excited glint in his eyes. "Nervous?" I said no, but I couldn't help swallowing hard. He chuckled. "Nervous just holding hands, and you're trying to play sugar mommy?" I got angry. "What are you talking about! Is that any way to talk to your benefactor!" 5 Pissing off your sugar mommy has serious consequences. But my little toyboy didn't seem to get that. On the way, I put on an angry face, but he just casually scrolled through his phone, ignoring me. I silently cursed myself for paying him the full amount too quickly. If I'd only fronted him forty thousand, maybe his attitude would be better. Rookie mistake! When we got to my apartment, I planned to keep giving him the cold shoulder, to show him who was boss. But he didn't even look at me, just took off his clothes and went into the bathroom. Listening to the water running, I felt like I was the driver, escorting the prince home for his bath. I'm the sugar mommy here! If he's showering, he should be showering for me to watch! With that thought, I felt bold and swaggered over to the bathroom door, flinging it open. He was standing with his back to me under the showerhead, frowning at me as I barged in. "Out." 6 It was steamy, but his Captain America butt was still faintly visible. This successfully inflated my lusty courage. "Insolent! What do you mean, 'out'! "This is my house, and you're the man I'm keeping!" I strutted in, hands on my hips, right in front of him. "I want to watch you shower now, inspect the goods. Can't I do that? "I need to see if the merchandise is... up to par, right?" He looked like I'd amused him. Suddenly, he turned around magnanimously. "Sure, if you've got the guts to stare. Don't get so flustered you faint." Water droplets covered his full, sexy pecs, trickling down, past his V-taper and Adonis belt... My gaze traveled lower. My first reaction wasn't about whether it was as big as my brother said. Instead, I blurted out, "It's so ugly." His previously amused expression suddenly changed, then quickly darkened. His icy tone had a hint of gritted teeth. "Lily Chen, say that again?" "You dare call your sugar mommy by her first name! "I'm saying you're all show and no go! So ugly I don't even want to use it!" Actually, my face was about to explode from blushing. I didn't dare take a second look. I finished speaking and turned to run. But he grabbed me, pinned me against the wet tiles, his large hand pressing my head down... "Lily Chen, look again and then tell me!" I was forced to look very clearly. It was like standing on a mountaintop, watching a giant dragon soaring through a jungle. I suddenly understood why my ex-sister-in-law said she didn't like big ones. Just looking at it gave me a phantom pain, like it could touch my tonsils. Pain, so much pain! 7 But I couldn't lose my sugar mommy dignity, or how would I manage my future harem? So, I grit my teeth and insisted: "S-say what! "This thing... it's clearly not the real deal, all talk no action! It's been ages and it's not even... started. Are you useless or something!" He seemed to laugh out of anger. Suddenly, he bent down, scooped up my butt, and lifted me. In my fantasies, I'd be like a tigress, wild and seductive, ready to clamp down on him in minutes. But in reality, I was like a modern-day college student: all dirty talk online, but a virgin in real life. When his handsome face got close, my brain short-circuited. My limbs went stiff, like a zombie. He bent his head, his beautiful thin lips pressing hard against mine. "Am I giving you CPR?" he frowned. "Stick your tongue out." I immediately stuck my tongue out. He stared at me, tongue out like a lizard, his face extremely dark. He raised a hand and just... tossed me. I landed on the toilet, my butt almost getting stuck. He looked down at me, then suddenly smirked. "Need help peeing, kiddo?" Ah! He's so handsome when he smiles! Wait, he dared to call me a kiddo! 8 I thought after getting a toyboy, I'd be carried around, called "baby," and bubbling with happiness. But the reality was, I was covered in soap bubbles, looking like an idiot. And "Ethan" had just put on his clothes and slammed the door on his way out. Even an emperor returning unwanted goods would have eunuchs wrap them up and carry them away. But me, the sugar mommy, I almost got stuck in the toilet! My wallet hurt, my heart hurt. Full of resentment, I called my brother, ready to play the victim. My brother said, "I'm out of town doing a livestream, I dunno! But I heard from people at my company that driver Ethan's over there bawling his eyes out." I paused. "Why is he crying?" "Ethan said he met a girl he likes today, wanted to act cool, but messed it up and thinks he made her angry. "Oh man, that guy, he was crying a river!" Hearing that, my anger vanished. So, that's what he was thinking. My heart felt warm and sweet. That damn man, why try to act cool with his sugar mommy? Was he afraid I'd get tired of him quickly? Sigh, whatever. As long as he's willing to put in some effort for me, that's enough. 9 I sent "Ethan" a text, asking where he was. He didn't reply. I was worried he was so heartbroken he'd jumped into a river. Then I saw someone in the socialite group chat post a photo. The background looked like NYC's most exclusive club. A bunch of rich kids were drinking and showing off. And my toyboy, Ethan, was standing right in the middle, knocking back a shot of something strong. The socialites around him were like vultures, their eyes practically glued to him. Great. Here I was worried about him, and he was out moonlighting, entertaining rich women! I hauled ass to the club. When I pushed open the door, a socialite was bending over to hand him a drink, her tone even more fawning than mine: "Mr. Vance, I was wondering if it would be convenient for me to visit your home tomorrow..." It was the same socialite who once laughed at me for not daring to grope male models! I strode forward, snatched the drink, and pulled "Ethan" behind me. "Stay away from him! He's my man now!" Afraid I wasn't convincing enough, I turned, wrapped my arms around his neck, stood on my tiptoes, and kissed him hard. Luckily, I'd crammed on kissing techniques on the way over. Now, my tongue was like an eel, knew exactly where to go. "Ethan" seemed very satisfied with my improved kissing skills. His arm wrapped around my waist, deepening the kiss. He took the lead, his assault powerful, kissing me until my face was flushed and I almost lost myself in it. After the kiss, I wiped a string of saliva from my lips and said to the socialite: "See? My man. V-taper, Captain America butt, and way bigger than any male model's." I think when I said that, my aura must have been incredibly powerful and dominan. Otherwise, why would all the rich kids in the room be stunned? The way they looked at me—shock, fear, but mostly admiration. Like a deep, heartfelt admiration. I thought, this must be it: a confident woman is the most beautiful. 10 I said my piece and dragged "Ethan" out. Before leaving, he turned back to the room and said, "Nothing happened here tonight." I was a little touched. He was clearly there working a side gig, but to protect me, he dared to talk to clients like that. But after we left the club, I still told him earnestly: "You shouldn't talk to them like that in the future. They're ruthless, and their bodyguards will beat people up. "They were too scared to move just now because they were afraid of me. If I weren't there, you'd definitely have been beaten up! "Got it?" Seeing his lazy, calm expression, I got angry and jumped up to pinch his ear. "Hey! Did you hear me! I'm talking to you!" He finally looked down at me, but his gaze landed on my lips. Suddenly, he said, "Pretty soft. Let's kiss again." "Wh-what?" Before I could react, he tilted my chin up with his fingers and kissed me. More intense, wilder than the kiss in the private room. He seemed addicted, his lips and tongue chasing mine, tangling with them. I don't even know how I got home. It was only when I was pressed onto the bed that I realized, "The car we were in just now, was that a Rolls-Royce?!" He was busy unbuttoning my shirt. "Oh, just picked one up from the dealership." "I only give you eighty grand, and you immediately go rent a car to show off! You spendthrift! "If you keep this up, I'm halving your allowance! Let's see you try to act rich then!" I was furious. I tried to flip over and straddle him, to poke his pecs and give him a stern lesson. But he pulled off my jeans and pressed me back into the covers.
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