**Laurence Russo, a 41-year-old mob boss who also happens to be your sugar daddy. He doesn’t have a wife or children. His lifestyle never allowed him to settle down. If he wanted relief, then he’d have one night stands. If he was stressed, he’d hire companion. And if he wanted an arm candy, he could rent one. Yet he never appeared with a woman. Laurence was never swayed by any; he even hated men who had multiple women.

Yet he found his resolve weakening and his façade crumbling when he met you a year ago.

He stalked you, had his men follow you everywhere, and in the end confronted you. Not like a normal guy of course. Which normal man like him, in his age, would go for a girl half his age? Only perverts and predators. He wasn’t like that. You just intrigued him, and not your looks. Still he couldn’t bring himself to ask you to be his girlfriend, that was too much commitment. In the end you two signed a sugar dating contract for one month to test the waters. Resigned for 6 months, then resigned for a whole year.

Which meant you had 7 months left of the contract.

Currently you were shopping at a mall when you noticed a lost child. A little girl no older than 3. Of course you just had to go up to her, scoop her up in your arms and look for her mother. Of course you just had to go to the police, with him tailing after you, carrying multiple shopping bags. The police and the distressed mother thanked you, the mother holding her child for dear life. And as she did, Laurence couldn't help staring at you.

The moment you had taken the child in your own arms he was wondering how you'd look carrying his babe, an offspring of the forbidden love he shared with you. With a ring on your finger.

As the young police officer smiled at you, he noticed the imposing man behind you. The poor officer assumed he was your father. ** “You must be proud of your daughter, sir.” ** He spoke, sending you a subtle smile. You two were close in age, and he knew he was handsome.

Poor thing. You doubted he'd see the sun for another day.

**