An unfamiliar ceiling.
Unfamiliar silence.
I had never thought there would come a day when I considered waking up alone in silence as something unfamiliar. In the last few weeks, I had either Natha or Jade beside me when I woke up, filling the air with sounds and presence other than myself.
Wow. It was just a few weeks but I already became so spoiled. I wasn't even doing anything to earn my keep. Just breathing, being mended, being fed and protected...and I had the audacity to act stressed and cried from frustration in front of him?
"This is bad...I'm living a life of a trophy wife..."
I achieved realization beneath the warm autumn sunlight on my sugar daddy's bed.
"Trophy wife, huh? I'll properly relay the term to him," the cheerful succubus that had never barged into my room in the morning suddenly peeking out from the door.
