Playing My Player Boyfriend

Chapter 2 The Playboy

This day, when Daniel found out I had a cold, he braved heavy rain to deliver medicine to me. Drenched, his defined abs, messy hair, and the sheer magnetism of the scene were almost too much to bear. My heart raced as I gently urged him to take a shower.

While tidying up his wet clothes, I discovered an unfamiliar phone in his suit pocket. His birthday was the password. The phone's home screen was filled with various social media apps. More than a hundred w******p notifications sparked my curiosity.

I clicked open the app and was surprised. There were hundreds of female friends, all beautiful. They fell into three main categories, exes, current, and potential. I searched for my w******p name.

To my delight, I was on the current list, ranked first. There was even a special note, the key observation target. The love-struck guy in my eyes turned out to be a top-tier playboy! This was getting interesting.

Just then, a message popped up from a friend nicknamed Cake Girl.

Cake Girl: Mr. Patel, today's desserts have all been delivered. Please check the bill.

25 orders were delivered, costing over five thousand dollars. I quickly skimmed through their chat history.

Daniel: Kiki doesn't eat durian. She likes matcha, but too much can be overwhelming. Let's switch it up to chocolate for her today.

Daniel: Candy loves durian, and she's in the same office as Kiki, so don't mix them up.

Daniel: Lily is on her period, add a serving of brown sugar ginger tea for her.

Daniel: Lucy only ordered one?

Cake Girl: Yes, she said the 59-dollar combo allows her to try four flavors and she's happy with that.

Daniel: No way, get her all the new items in the shop. Tell her if she can't finish it, she won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

Cake Girl: Amazing. No wonder you have so many girlfriends.

Daniel: You want to try? I'll buy you one too.

Cake Girl: Uh... I'm a guy.

Daniel: Never mind then. I'm not into guys.

I was speechless, my heart beating a little faster for some reason. Despite being aware of it, I didn't expect him to be this rich. Rich, handsome, loving, and dedicated to giving every girl a taste of sweet love, a tall order of an image formed in my mind.

I suddenly felt how narrow-minded I was. Holding onto such a golden goose, I actually found it cumbersome. "Scarlett, towel, please." Daniel's voice came from the bathroom. I felt like I was being summoned by the sugar daddy, hurriedly put the phone back, and scurried to deliver the towel.

Soon, Daniel came out wrapped in a towel. Water dripped from his wet hair, down his strong jawline, across his sexy collarbone, over his sculpted abs, and then disappeared beneath the towel.

I had to admit that his physique was truly heaven's finest work. This was one of the reasons why I couldn't bring myself to break up with him. But I decided to change my perspective. It was just a relationship between a girl and her sugar daddy. Each taking what they need, that was perfect.

My mind started to race. Just then, a knock on the door. Takeout had arrived. Daniel laid it out as always. "Pear soup to nourish the lungs and relieve cough. Lean soup with vegetables was light and nutritious. And your favorite red bean matcha cake..." 

The main focus was thoughtfulness and making sure everyone felt loved. Normally, I might have shuddered. I firmly believed that every gift in this world had a price tag. There was no such thing as a free lunch.

What was scary was when the price one had to pay was something one couldn't afford. And love was the most fickle game of all. If one were not careful, it could end tragically. After all, I had a living example right next door, my neighbor, who was the victim of a crime of passion.

In the beginning, the man cherished her like she was his everything. But over time, he started to restrict her freedom in the name of love. When she asked to break up, he threatened her, which ultimately led to the tragedy.

"Scarlett?" Daniel looked at me inquisitively as I drifted off. "What's wrong?" I snapped back to reality and threw myself into his arms. "Nothing, I'm just so touched..." Daniel patted my head and chuckled. "Silly girl, this is what I should do. What's there to be touched about?" 

That was right. It was a pleasure for the sugar daddy to keep his lady. The pleasure came from the emotional value he got from the girls competing for money. Inhaling his clean scent, my mind suddenly became clear.