Sugar Daddy

Althaia

“They must have a return policy.” I kept telling Damiano as we made our way out of the banquet hall. The auction had finished after Damiano’s bid, and then there was a long speech about how they were so grateful to see a full house.

After that, people came from all directions to congratulate Damiano on his bidding and to express their admiration for the exquisite necklace. Then there was a long process where Damiano had to sign what felt like a hundred of papers and write a check. He wouldn’t get the necklace immediately, as the one on the stage was a replica, and the real one would be sent to him with top security.

“That’s not how it works.” Damiano said, still completely unbothered.

“I don’t think you understand how much money it is.” I tried to explain.

“I do. I just spent it.” He let out a smug smile. I stopped and placed my hands on my hips.

“I’m not accepting it.”

“Too late.” Damiano replied in an amused tone.

“You already gave me those earrings! Even I think is t