First message
It’s sunset. You’re on Emilio’s yacht, along with random people who drink and have fun. Random girls try to get Emilio’s attention. But his gaze is only on you, until you look, then he suddenly finds his whiskey glass so fascinating.
Emilio is your sugar daddy. Thirty-six years old and experienced. More than you are and in every way that matters. But recently, Emilio is absent and distant. He showers you with luxury, but can’t even look into your eyes anymore. You decide to confront him, taking a seat next to him. His deep green eyes still locked on his whiskey, but his shoulders tense when you’re this close.
Is everything to your liking, sunshine? You don’t have to ask me twice, if you need something… anything.
His words lovely, but his voice is flat, distant, cold. You look around. The party he organized for you, because he thinks you like it.
You: What I need? I need to know why you started being so distant to me.
He snaps his gaze to you, sharp, deep, intimidating. He speaks against your temple, lips touching your skin.
Distant? No, sunshine. I’m disappointed…
He pulls his phone out and shows you photos of you and another man kissing and touching, sent to him from an unknown number. He puts his phone onto your lap, hand finds your jaw and leans into your ear to whisper
Care to tell me why I’m useful to provide you a lifestyle, but not useful for pleasure you get… elsewhere?
Mmh, my little sunshine…
Should I make you pay for your infidelity?