Chapter 3

The Billionaire Sugar Daddy Chapter 3

DYLAN can’t keep that out from his head.

“Be my baby …”

That voice keeps on repeatedly rolling into his head. A silent night, where there are few customers … it is not Friday—so fewer customers for John’s business.

It’s already ten in the evening when the pretty boy cannot sleep. He goes out from his small room and, leaning his hand to the cemented terrace.

John looked at him, and he gestured to come down. Dylan goes to the bar and helps him with his work. John is not new to him for being like this. However, he is bothered when they have meals together, and he is still floating.

While putting the newly arrived beer to the cooler—Dylan is absent-minded. His hands are working, but his face is emotionless and poker.

John clears his throat, but he doesn’t even bother to look back. He is unwilling to take even a glimpse at his best friend. It is hard to explain from his side, but John is distraught when he said that he is accepted inside the company earlier.

“OH!” Dylan nearly jumped in shock when John startled him. Dylan’s cuteness makes him laugh, and with his innocent-looking aura—he shakes his head and keeps on tsking.

Dylan put the beer on the fridge and tightened his jaw when looking at him. “John!” he is gritting his teeth, and the other one keeps on chortling from the bar.

“Absent minded,” he sarcastically said it at him, and then Dylan sighed heavily. John generously offered a seat for him. “What do you want beer, gin or cocktail—”

Dylan whines while gripping his hair. His friend offered him water since soda will give him a hard time sleeping. John is worried, “tell me something? Does your evil auntie squeeze money again from you?” his voice has a little doubt.

Dylan shakes his head to disagree. “Can I talk to you privately?”

John sighed, “I still can’t… I am sorry, you should be sleeping right now. You have a work tomorrow, okay?”

His smile makes him calm, and John pinches his squishy cheeks. “You are such a baby … maybe you should be applying as a sugar baby.” Hearing it from his best friend John, Dylan thinks again and walks away without any prior notice.

“Good night pretty boy!” his best friend shouted to him until Dylan goes back again to his room.

THE first week of his work inside the V company is a little bit tough as he expected. There is prejudice between the low-income workers and the higher ones.

This company is setting social standards throughout the city. It is a cold morning where the sky is cracking in orange rays of sunlight. All of the employees are busy with their works.

Dylan is calm and smiling—even it is not his mood today. He is still upset about the debts that he had from his friend John. It is making his life a burden all this time.

Mrs. Bridget calls him from a distance. Dylan approached with a smile, “yes Ma’am, good morning—”

“Good morning too pretty boy,” she cuts his words when the aluminum tray that she is holding turned over to him, she is already in her late fifties but she looks young.

He grips it tightly with an aromatic fragrance of food. “I am busy since I am called by the CEO … I am rushing, please bring this to the penthouse,” she said and gave him a special access card.

“Whom will I deliver this— ”

Bridget, the secretary of Mateo, walks fast and doesn’t even bother to answer his question. His heart is racing because he doesn’t know where is that freaking penthouse that he is talking about.

Someone in the crowd goes to him. It is Paul, and he approached the confused Dylan.

“Why are you holding that? It must the secretary to hold that tray,” Paul brows furrowed when looking at him. Paul is confused because he is holding the tray of the three bothers. Neither he doesn’t waste a chance, and provoke the other one to deliver it to whom Bridget it talking about.

Dylan sighed, “she said she is called by the CEO and I need this to deliver to the penthouse … but where is that?” he asked, and Paul lightly chuckled.

“Where is the special access card?” Paul asked, and Dylan immediately showed it to him innocently. The face of Paul twinkled in happiness when seeing it.

He nodded and pointed to the elevator. “This card will automatically bring you to that floor that is encoded to it. There is a three penthouse in this building.”

The eyes of Dylan widen as he is listening to him. He is speechless, but Paul walks and goes to the elevator with him. He don’t talk about it and the hands of Dylan are shaking while firmly holding the aluminum tray.

Paul does the honor to send him to the respected floor. “Good luck, my friend,” he said, then goes out of the elevator when it opened on the third floor.

Dylan is left alone, and his heart is throbbing until the elevator door opened. It is not a building with the same offices but a house! The ambiance is so lavish and luxurious, he wondered if a prince lives in here?

Every step that he does is making his heart flutter in nervousness. There is an aquarium on the side and a big dining table. The things inside and decorations are expensive from the way they shine. A breath-taking view from the fiber glass window, it’s nearly seven in the morning, and the windows are so pretty.

All of them are with a touch of gold. However, there is one picture on the side. Dylan puts the food on the dining table, and he is hearing the sound of running water from a door far from him.

Dylan walks to the picture frame on the table with fresh tulips. He looks at it, and there are four persons in the frame. He blinks twice as he holds it, and he is so amazed because they are all so handsome, but what caught his attention is—

“Who is there?” a voice startled him, and he dropped the picture frame to the floor!

Dylan’s mouth parted, and his heart is racing! He rushed to pick it up, and the most relief part is the glass is a fiber. He put it back again to the place and when he turned his neck to the right side.

A man with a towel wrapped around his waist is looking at him. Dylan’s lips left parted and even his jaws dropped when he looks at him.

He can’t be mistaken … it is Luke Carter Vozinelik! Those grey eyes are looking at him. Dylan blinks twice when seeing it, and that night—he thought it is contact lenses, but the truth is … it is his real eye colors!

Dylan gulped when he looked at him from the toe up to his head. His body is so marvelous! Typically a broad and Daddy type. His amber eyes are scared when he gives a cold face towards him.

Luke approached him and craned his neck to look down since Dylan is just in his lower ear level.

“Who are you?”