The gates of the mansion opened automatically as she approached. This time, she didn't hesitate. She climbed the winding path, each step feeling more surreal than the last. The silence of the estate weighed heavier in the daylight, every stone and shadow whispering secrets she couldn't decipher.
The same woman greeted her at the door, but this time wore an emerald green gown that shimmered slightly as she moved. She didn't speak. She only nodded, eyes calm, and gestured for Chloe to follow.
The hallway seemed longer than before. The shadows clung to the walls. The scent, rich sandalwood mixed with something darker—seeped into her skin. Everything about this place disoriented her senses, like she was walking through a dream that refused to explain itself.
When she entered the candlelit chamber, Valerius was already waiting, this time standing beside a small table. On it sat a single glass of red wine and a silver tray covered with a cloth.
"I didn't think I'd come back," Chloe said, trying to sound braver than she felt.
"And yet, here you are." He handed her the glass. "Thirsty?"
She took it. The wine tasted richer than anything she'd ever had, thick, sweet, almost syrupy. It slid down her throat like silk laced with spice, and her body warmed instantly, almost unnaturally.
Valerius watched her drink, his gaze too intense, as if he were drinking from her.
"You enjoyed yourself last night."
Chloe swallowed. "You didn't touch me."
"Did I need to?" he asked.
Her cheeks flushed before she could stop it.
"No."
He smiled. "You're learning."
Then he lifted the cloth from the silver tray.
Cash. Crisp bills, neatly stacked in rows. Neat. Purposeful. Powerful.
Chloe blinked. "What's that for?"
"Last night."
Her stomach flipped. "But you already paid me."
"I'm compensating you," he corrected, voice soft, deliberate. "You gave me something… rare."
"What did I give you?" she asked quietly, a thread of fear coiling through her gut.
He stepped closer. Not touching her but close enough that she could feel the coolness of his presence.
"Your desire. Your hunger. Your trust." He tilted his head slightly. "I fed on it."
Chloe's heart pounded. "Fed…? What does that even mean?"
Instead of answering, Valerius reached for something behind him, a long strip of black silk.
"Put this on," he said, holding it out to her.
She stared at the blindfold, then back at him. "No," she said slowly. "Not until you explain what you meant. You're scaring me. You speak strangely, act strangely… even this place is strange."
He said nothing. She pressed forward, her voice trembling slightly but firm.
"Who builds a mansion like this in the middle of nowhere? I know rich men have eccentric tastes, but this is… beyond. Even last night, after I left, I had a dream. A weird, twisted dream unlike anything I've ever experienced. Did you do something to me?"
Valerius's expression remained unreadable. He let the blindfold fall gently onto the tray.
"I didn't do anything to you, Chloe," he said calmly. "As for this place, it's just one of my homes. I spend weekends here when I want privacy. I enjoy… certain experiences that most wouldn't understand. That doesn't make me a monster."
"I didn't say you were," she muttered, cheeks coloring.
"And I don't appreciate being accused of influencing your dreams. You came here of your own free will. You can leave the same way."
He gestured toward the door.
"I paid you more than generously. I still intend to do more. But if you're having second thoughts, now is the time to walk away."
A long silence stretched between them.
Chloe's pulse thudded in her ears. The dream had been vivid, disturbing, even but was that really his fault? Or had it come from her own twisted desire? The truth was, she had been aroused in that dream. She had wanted it.
"I'm sorry," she said softly. "It's just… the way you speak. The way this place feels. I didn't mean to accuse you of anything. I'm just… confused. But I'm not ungrateful. I really am thankful for what you've done."
Something passed behind his eyes, unreadable.
Then he stepped back and placed the blindfold on the table.
"Tell me, Chloe," he said slowly, "do you want a sugar daddy?"
She blinked. "What?"
"I know what girls your age want," he said. "You want the princess treatment. Designer bags. Five-star vacations. Champagne and candlelight. A man who'll take care of everything. Spoil you. Worship you. Protect you. You want the life. The lifestyle.
He paused. "I can give you all that."
Her mouth was suddenly dry.
"I can make you one of the most envied women in this city," he continued. "You'll have cars. A place of your own. A wardrobe to rival royalty. All I ask in return… is your loyalty. Your honesty. Your obedience."
He stepped closer, voice dropping.
"Be mine, Chloe. Become my sugar baby."
Her breath caught.
"If you become my sugar baby," he continued, "I'll make sure you never lack anything again. You'll want nothing except my attention. And when you give me that, I'll reward you tenfold."
Chloe hesitated only a second.
Then… "Yes," she said. "Yes, I want that."
Valerius smiled powerfully.
"Good," he said. "But there are rules. Boundaries. And a contract."
He reached into a drawer and pulled out a thick envelope. Black and embossed with silver.
"This is not a traditional agreement," he warned. "Once you sign, there's no turning back. You'll be mine and I'll be yours. So I'll ask you only once more…"
He stepped closer, lifting the envelope slowly toward her.
"Are you sure you want me to be your sugar daddy?"
Chloe stared at the envelope. Her fingers trembled as she reached out for it. The air around them seemed to still, as if the house itself were holding its breath.
She looked at the folder. Then at him.
And she nodded.