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Now nearing thirty-seven years old, Erwin Smith had been a self-made multi-millionaire for more that fifteen years. Tall, blond, in immaculate shape, and undeniably handsome; he seemed to be the perfect man. While he was working in the heart of London he lived out of a two bedroom penthouse on thirty-second floor of a building just streets from the center of business. On weekends, bank holidays, and quieter weeks, he lived in his countryside manor house: oversized for himself and the few staff he had on hand, but stunning and set in the timeless landscape of Dartmoor. Naturally the interior – bar the ballroom, one of the drawing rooms, and the conservatory – had all been completely revamped and modernised. He liked to think of the building as a scenic landmark on the outside, with a far more luxurious inside. Yes, Erwin Smith had pulled himself from, well, not poverty but nothing special, to a much higher ranking member of society. But he’d done it alone.
So he had friends: good, honest friends that he would never trade in for anything else – but they were busy. He was busy. And when he wasn’t busy, he was alone. He felt so… unloved. There was no one to care for him, to listen to his musings, or to share in his interests. Erwin was very involved in his business, and he wasn’t afraid to fire anyone who didn’t make the cut. It had earned him a reputation for being almost heartless, but underneath the businessman was a human being. And that human being needed dire attention. Of course, he wasn’t about to place an ad in the local paper or sign up to an online dating site. He did what any rich, lonely bachelor would do and sought out single, desperate sugar babies.
And naturally he found tons. So step one: decide what you want.
Erwin Smith had so much money he could have anyone he wanted, so he decided he wanted someone young, someone who needed the money, and someone who stood out from the crowd. Hundreds of profiles crossed his screen, and eventually the young, cocky Londoner charm began to wear off and he realised that he may have to settle for something shy of perfect.
Desperate, broke twink seeking classy sugar daddy and his wallet.
Erwin appreciated honesty. He opened the profile.
He was twenty years old, he spoke English and French, he was looking for someone to pay his bills. But one thing really caught his eye.
Height: 5”2
He was short. Not just short but literally a foot shorter than Erwin. Something most people didn’t know about Erwin; he really had a thing for guys that were a lot shorter than him.
Further down the profile he found that he was unemployed and available at anytime, anywhere. He lived with roommates and had added that he’d partially or completely move in if required. What really caught Erwin’s was right at the bottom of the profile.
Must Have: Money.
My Perfect Match: Lots of Money.
How many ‘good looks’ and ‘humour’ had he read through to reach someone that knew what they wanted.
He scrolled back to the top of the profile and looked at the picture. Honestly, all he could make out was dark hair and pale skin. But this was the only profile that interested him after hours of searching, so…
“Levi Ackerman; time to meet your new sugar daddy.”