RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System

The exam started at 8 a.m., and it was while we were already several minutes in, 35 minutes, precisely, that Sophie showed up.

Mrs. Zoey was the one in charge, and the woman made sure to interrogate Sophie at the door.

I half expected her to be sent out, but she somehow wriggled her way past the lecturer and made it in.

Focusing on my paper, with all I had read and Sade's brain, I was done with the exam in record time. Submitting my papers to the awe of everyone, I exited the class.

There was a single exam each day, and that was how it would continue until the month was over.

Leaving the hall, I immediately went for my car. Starting it, I dialled Nadia.

"Sir," her voice came through the phone.

"I'm on my way to the resort. Give me 30 minutes."

"Okay. I'll be waiting for you."

Ending the call, I first drove to my rented garage to switch the BMW for the Maserati. From there, I headed to a clothing store.

While it wasn't a suit, I went for something that screamed mature wealth: plain black trousers, white sneakers, a white collared shirt, and a grey long-sleeved sweater.

Dressed up, I grabbed a quick snack and immediately headed to Hullton Resort, my engine roaring when I got to its gate.

"Brings back memories."

It had been weeks since I acquired a portion of the place, and I hadn't set foot here since.

I was supposed to have met the other stakeholders about two weeks ago, but my escapades in London meant Nadia had to step in.

Understanding my situation, my fellow shareholders and I had agreed to meet up this afternoon. As I parked and stepped out of the car, I saw Nadia dressed in a clean black suit rapidly walking up to me from inside a Mercedes.

Including me, five people made up the Hullton Resort's stakeholders, and despite this being my first official interaction with the upper class, everything went well.

The meeting began at 1:30 and, including refreshments and a bit of entertainment that came later, it lasted until 6 p.m.

"While I've already finalised the papers with Lana for the 6-room house, Victor Weisser is asking for time to pack up with his family. Lana is overseeing things with the man."

"Okay. I'll be having exams tomorrow. You'll have to come to my apartment on your own to move my stuff."

Nadia nodded.

"What about Martha? Will she move in with you?"

"Communicate with her that you want to move her things. You can be commanding, but if she refuses, let her be."

"Okay."

I left some more instructions with Nadia and also got feedback on some events. The news on Annie was interesting.

"If you're going to want to keep her in your bed, you need to be careful not to get led into a trap.

Remember, she's a police officer."

"Noted."

From the resort, I returned to the garage, picked up my BMW, and then went home.

Knock! Knock!

I made a stop on the way to my apartment and took a step back when the door before me opened.

Martha, dressed in tight black pants, a bra, and a thin black robe, stepped forward.

"You look sexy."

Narrowing her eyes, Martha closed the door and, grabbing me by the arm, led me to the stairs.

"Where are you coming from?" she surprisingly asked, my outfit catching her attention.

"A company meeting."

"Hmm. What do you want?"

"You stormed off last night. I hope you gave the laptop to Valera."

"I did," Martha begrudgingly said. "But I hope you don't think this gives you some power over me."

"I never insinuated that."

"Good. Because you have to choose—either you stick with me, or you go fucking whatever women you have out there."

Saying nothing else, Martha turned on her heel and marched away. Watching her, I waited until she climbed up to the corridor and had her apartment door in sight. Then I accelerated and grabbed her by the waist.

I pulled her back, pressing her rump against my crotch. When she swung her hands backward to escape my grasp, my right hand reached up to her chest and grabbed her right boob, pressing her back to my chest.

Trapped, Martha turned her head, looking up at me to communicate her angry thoughts. In that instance, I leaned down and captured her lips.

Of course, the woman's next step was to reach up and push my face away, but not only did I have my left hand holding her face in place—someone had stepped into the apartment.

"Mom?"

I can't be sure why Valera popped up at that moment, but the sound of her voice froze Martha, and I took advantage of that.

"What is it, honey?" I released Martha's lips and said to Valera.

"Ehmm... the meal was getting dry, so I turned off the stove."

"That's good. Give mummy a minute, and she'll be in there with you."

Looking at us questioningly, Valera nodded and retreated. I looked away from her departing figure to her mother, who was silently looking forward.

"Didn't I tell you to stay away from my daughter?"

Martha's voice came out cold, but I was unbothered.

"How can you tell me to stay away from someone I love?"

"She's my daughter," Martha's teeth clenched. "Mine."

"Just as you're both my family."

Letting go of Martha, I released her rear, which made her take a step forward.

I thought she would use the chance to walk away, but she turned back to me.

"I hate you," she said, every word cruel.

"You can't lie to the heart. Now scamper, or you'll be more than a minute late to the house."

Martha remained unmoving, her stare on me unflinching even as I took a step forward.

But when I took the second, she blinked and stepped back.

"Don't come any closer to me."

"Sure."

With those words, I turned left, heading toward the flight of stairs that led up, and climbed without hesitation.