*Isabella's POV*
When we pulled away, I felt a bit awkward. I had just shared a vulnerable, deeply personal part of me, with him. The silence that followed felt heavy, loaded with all the things I'd just confessed. My brain scrambled for a way to break it, to build my walls back up, brick by f*****g brick.
"You know, Damien," I said, putting on my only line of defence—sass and sarcasm. "Getting a sugar daddy before thirty was not on my list."
He just chuckled, a low, warm sound that vibrated through me. "What is the laugh about? That's not how it works, you know. Not when I studied too hard to just be a sugar baby. f**k, you're overwhelming me," I said, my voice a mix of frustration and something else I didn't want to name.
"Do you really think I'm your sugar daddy?" he asked, making a
