Chapter 4

The Billionaire Sugar Daddy Chapter 4

DYLAN’s heart is throbbing when seeing him. ”I-I’m Dylan Sir … Luke—”

“COME AGAIN?!” he shouted, which sends a jolting sensation throughout the body of the man standing in front of the table as Luke indistinctly hears it from him.

“Dylan Sir!” the poor pretty boy shouted, and Luke is impressed by him. “I remember you from the other week. Are you the one that my Father’s secretary modelled for the new uniform?” Luke asked when going to the chair and eat his breakfast. Dylan nodded, and he is speechless when looking at him from a safe distance. However, he is quite confused why Luke already forget him.

Ugh! Maybe he is doing many things that’s why he don’t recognize my face. He mumbled to himself before he noticed the Luke’s sharp senses hears it.

“I hear something earlier … what is it?” he asked with a serious tone while chewing his food. ”N-Nothing sir,” with a stuttering voice—the executive is still wondering. ”A-Ah … the chair! The chair Sir,” Dylan lied so bad, and Luke stand up to make the chair sound. The pretty boy’s eyes widened when he looked in his direction, “are you sure? This is not what I heard … will tell me? You’re such a bad liar, Mr. Dylan,” a severe tone escaped.

Mr. Cohen is stunned and immovable by these words … this Luke is a heck of meticulous, and in addition to this—his senses are much sharper than he thought. ”Do you have your breakfast?” Luke generously asked him with his monotonous voice.

Meanwhile, Dylan is looking at his white and broad chest. It is so yummy, and even his straight mind is going crazy over it. ”I guess you are feasting me in your imagination—”

“I am straight Sir!” he interrupts his words with a defensive talk. Luke stopped and tightening his jaws. He drinks his coffee before going to the sink and then opened the faucet to brush his teeth and gargle. After he is finished, those grey eyes Luke looks at him again.

The body of Dylan is shaking with an uneasy feeling inside. The atmosphere turned heavy in the ghost-quiet room. The only sound they can hear is the bubbling water of the aquarium.

“You are straight?” Luke repeats what he had said, and Dylan shakes his head. A simpered smile is drawn onto Luke’s face as he slowly unwraps his towel from his waist. Dylan is rock solid in his place when Luke is like seducing him to look. ”Nice if that is the case—” he takes off the towel and throws to Dylan, “—hold the towel for me.”

The moist towel from his body covers his porcelain face, and the great thing … it is so fragrant. I guess what his shampoo and soap are.

Luke speaks, “I guess this is not an issue to you? I am a man and we are both straight right?” he is somewhat sarcastic from his words and the pretty boy innocently nodded.

Dylan takes off the towel from his face, and his eyes are enlarged when he witnesses that Luke is wearing his brief in front of him. His lips turned pale, and the heart is racing! He covered his eyes as Luke smirked from behind. “You are straight right? I guess I am confident that you will not touch me or anything right? Also, what is mine is also yours, you have a problem with that?”

Dylan has no choice but to agree with him then the naughty executive walked to the closet. The chest of Dylan is burning hot when the muscular body of Luke is in front of him. Does money will look you more expensive?

“The uniform suited you well,” the executive complimented him, then his face flustered!

It feels like the air-conditioned room is turning hotter and hotter every time he looks at him. ”Eat the food on the table and after you do so, return it to the kitchen, understand?” Luke uttered, but the pretty boy is somewhat confused from what he is saying.

A leftover breakfast for him?! He must be kidding from this moment, “S-Sir, it is okay. I am full—“

”Eat it or you will eat me instead?” from those choices—Dylan cannot feel his feet out of the nervousness and pressure that are mixing inside his body. He is joking right? Dylan’s hands are abruptly shaking when turning his direction to the other side.

Dylan doesn’t hesitate to go to the table and eat fast as he could to escape this place. Luke, on the other hand, is scoffing at the pretty boy then his mouth lifted.

After a couple of minutes, he is now eating and asking, “can I use the sink Sir to wash my mouth?” Luke just hummed while tying his necktie. Dylan is rushing while gargling his mouth. He is so tense inside of this penthouse, and every time he looked at him with those grey eyes. His world is like collapsing … Dylan cannot deny the fact that Luke Carter Vozinelik is a heck of a God figure.

Dylan’s body freezes when he felt a hard and something big right onto his bottom. His lips are trembling in fear and his knees are like rubber when a hand is retracing his torso. He doesn’t choose but to stay still, and an aromatic fragrance is imprinted to his brain. That smell is a heck of a hypnotizing one.

“S-Sir—“”Shhhh. . . what’s with the rush Mr. Cohen?” deep and rough those would describe how alluring his voice is. Dylan can’t move a finger when his nose touches his neck. Until he whispered, “let me know what’s your decision for becoming my sugar baby— “

”Sir! I have to go!” Dylan escaped him and rushed with the aluminum tray up to the elevator door.

The eyes of Luke is staring at him with a smug smirk drawn onto his face—until the door closed.

LATER in the afternoon, Dylan is floating again in his works.

“Mr. Cohen!” a lady shouted to him as he snapped out from his delusions.

Dylan stood up and looked at the beautiful lady, “y-yes ma’am?” he asked at her, and she sighed heavily. ”Do your job right … what the heck did you right onto this?” The lady is pissed off because the other paper has the wrong information.

His eyes widen when she put them right into his eyes. The paper has a sugar baby thing written on it! What the hell are you thinking Dylan?! asking himself from the stupidity he did and blaming himself why.

Dylan makes a stupid mistake that brings him into trouble. The lady’s brows furrowed before she speaks, “please print again. Don’t forget to photocopy all of those papers,” her finger pointed to the pile of files on the table!

He nearly faint when seeing it, and the time is now critical. Thirty minutes before logging out. . . he can finish it up within two hours! Do life really sucks, or it sucks because every time we fucked up. . . it is already a bad life?

His heart is crying for help, and the lady walks away with hope for him to finish it. Dylan can recall that the overtime pay is not that big for him. Despite this, he can’t be choosy because it is just his first week in this job. What can an eighteen year old boy can do with his strict seniors?

Dylan keeps on doing what the higher position requested for him with a frown on his face is. It is nearly finished, and it is now dark outside. Dylan gets the last piece of this freaking pile of papers and puts it on his boss’ desk.

”I will now go home Madam, thank you so much,” he said with respect, and the lady is happy for him. He exceeds her expectation from dedicating his time—this pretty boy has a future.

“Thank you for your help Mr. Cohen … you are not just a cute man but also a helping one too,” that compliment makes him blush, and Dylan smiles at her so sweet. That could be an indication that he has a good reputation.

”T-Thank you ma’am,” stuttering words are escaping from his lips. Dylan goes to his locker and changes his clothes because they can’t wear the uniform outside the V company’s premises.

He sighed and looked at the picture of his wallet. It is him and his lovely grandmother that passed away since he is only twelve years old. Poor Dylan and he need to have a life like this.

He wiped his tears, “if only you are still alive at this point grandma, my life wouldn’t be like this.” Dylan became emotional as he carried his bag out of the building and waited for walks to the other side of the road.

He patiently waits for a taxi or bus to go home; there are some—but it is now full and rush hour. He sighed and clenching his jaw because he is pissed off and hungry! ”Fuck this life!” he kicked the stone on the side of the street and waited again.

John texted him. [Where are you? Go home already! I am worried now!]

He is not a minor anymore, but his best friend is still worry because an eighteen year old asshole can’t be lurking in the busy street. He must not work under the V company, but how he will support his ego and toxic family.

Dylan has no news about his mother and father since his grandmother died. How could they do that to a cute boy like him? Maybe, there are some reasons about it. . . look how determine this precious pretty boy.

He has no choice but to wait for a miracle at this hour patiently! He is tapping his shoes while standing at the sidewalk. . . up until a red Ferrari car stopped by his spot. His eyes gazed to the car and cannot believe what he is seeing. It is Luke in front of him that is opening the window. The executive abruptly smiled at him, “you are at the bar right? Hop in!”