My Sugar Daddy's Heir

"Where to miss?" The taxi driver asks.

"The Golden Suites."

It's Monday.

The day Eliza prepares for the most each week. Every Monday, after her graveyard shift at The Lustful Desires club, Eliza would catch a taxi and go straight to The Golden Suites. A low profile hotel in the lower side of LA, where she always enters from the back door, straight to the private elevator reserved for the owner and up to the only room on the 17th floor. The penthouse.

Though this building is one of the proprietors' smallest ones, it still held elegance and is equipped with luxurious furniture from all over the world. The interior was kept dark and red, to set up the passionate atmosphere. It was equipped with a kitchen, a bar, and a spacious living area with a sunken couch and a fireplace in the middle. It houses 2 bedrooms, a pool table, a poker table, and a jacuzzi with a magnificent view of the LA skyline.

This is where this prominent billionaire hides his little secret. His little Eliza.

Upon entering the unit, Eliza went straight to shower, put on her makeup, and picked out a black laced lingerie from the array of choices inside the walk-in closet. He especially loves when Eliza wears these pieces of clothing. She tied up her black mid-length hair into a high ponytail, just the way he liked it, for him to easily grab during a passionate love session.

The large circular bed was dressed with silk sheets and pillowcases along with a red velvet blanket. She lit up a few lavender-scented candles as somewhat of an aphrodisiac upon his entrance. The lights were warm and dimmed, just so anyone could still the soft silhouette of their partner in the dark.

She then placed a bucket of ice and champagne on the bedside table, along with 2 champagne flutes to drink with. After all that preparation, she patiently sat and waited on the bed, like the obedient little lady that she is. Everything was perfect and quiet, the view of the busy city glimmering outside the huge window panels situated in front of the bed. The view made her feel good about herself, how somehow, despite this crazy life she was living, she was lucky enough to seat on top of this majestic view.

Then the unit doors beeped and opened, then came the heavy footsteps of the man she's been waiting for the whole night. As his footsteps became more audible the faster her heartbeat was. She sat up straight, placed both her palm on her knees, and bowed her head as he turned the doorknob to reveal an old man a bit into his 60s.

"Good evening, daddy." She greeted him with a soft and sweet scarlet-painted smile.

Robert Whitlock then entered with a grin on his face as if a kid who found his favorite little toy. "Good evening, Eliza," he said as he took off his shoes and loosen his tie.

Eliza then stood up from where she sat and poured a glass for Robert before handing it to him, "Champagne? What's the occasion my sweet one?" He asked, taking the glass from her hand.

"Is there a need for an occasion?" She smiled, before drinking hers. "My grandma is getting out of the hospital on Thursday. The doctors saw more improvement after her previous chemo session."

"That's good," he then placed a sweet kiss on her lips. He sat on the bed, pulling Eliza's body to sit on his lap.

"If it weren't for you, grandma would've been gone. I just wanted to thank you for being so helpful," she said kissing him once more.

"Why don't you thank me in another way?" He suggested.

Gulping, she smiled at him before sliding down to the carpet. Eliza then took their glass and placed it on the floor as she knelt down to unzip the old man's trousers. "Perhaps, this would do?"

In a split second, the charming old man's face turned into a dark expression. His eyes lit up as the heat built up in his body. In his years walking through this Earth and spending pleasurable nights with women, no one was ever as beautiful and seductive as the temptress in front of him.

Eliza slowly and surely, placed her mouth at the tip of his length, taking him from the top down to the bottom. She was teasing him with slow strokes, as she looked lustfully into his eyes.

He then grabbed a fist full of her hair and guided her head down his manhood. Fastening the phase before finally exploding inside her mouth.

He then grabbed her statuesque body off the floor and threw her on the bed. In front of her, he took off his jacket and shirt and then removed the remainder of his clothing, revealing a sized belly and his wrinkly skin.

Eliza never denied the fact that he is good-looking. Tall, standing at 6 feet flat. His hair and beard were silver and his face was a little sagged as the sign of time passing him was visible in his features. He stood there powerfully in front of Eliza. He then asked her to turn her body and offer herself from the back.

She liked it that way. She wouldn't have to see his face as he growl and moan. A man of no pretense. Only wanting to hit the bullseye every time.

"For grandma," she repeated in her mind, every time she allows this man to use her body for pleasure. It was not degrading that way. She could only think of the money she could earn for her grandmother's medical bills, and Jeremy, her little brother's tuition.

Seeing them smiling was the most important thing in the world for her.

Her grandmother did everything for them since they never really met their parents growing up. They only had grandma to guide and support them. And so when she was diagnosed with cancer a few years back, she dropped out of medical school and worked as a masseur in the old spa her grandma used to work at, however as the medical and house bills piled up along with her brother's schooling, she knew one job wouldn't be able to pay for it all, so she took another job as a dancer at the club, where she met her sugar daddy, Robert Whitlock.

He started off as a regular customer, who gave her cheques as tips and gifts every time she was being tabled by him. After a few months, they started sugar dating, and Robert being the prominent businessman that he was to the public, kept Eliza in his tiny apartment.