Edward was 41, divorced, came from old money (wouldn’t say from what industry), went to Princeton, and now ran his own private equity firm. He loves to surf and spends at least a few months out of the year traveling. He went on and on about the beaches in Maldives and how he wanted to show me one day. I told him I was twenty-five, half columbian and half German. I graduated from a community college, had two older brothers, had never left the country, etc. I went on listing facts that felt unimportant but Edward was entranced with the bits of information I fed him. I found myself circumventing any fact that had to do with Charlie; unwittingly writing him out of my tailored life. Edward’s attention felt good; maybe even needed. What’s more, I loved the way he looked over at me every now and then, holding my gaze with his light brown eyes. 

We passed a sign that read Welcome to Pennsylvania. Philly! How long were we talking for? I began to feel nervous about getting home in time. Still no text or anything from Charlie. He has my location but I don’t think he’d look. I guess I was still okay. 

As we walked down Rittenhouse Row I felt more and more out of place in my sweatpants and tank top. Edward led me into Prada. I’d only ever bought luxury brands second hand. I was gawking at the price tags of everything. Edward came behind me and placed his hand just above my ass as I was looking at a small handbag. 

“Is this what you’d like?”

“Oh my god, no. It’s insanely expensive, besides I don’t…” I almost said what Charlie would say. I suddenly felt anxious about keeping Charlie a secret from Edward, when it was really the other way around. 

“Charlotte, really. I have everything a man could need. I have money, so let me spend it and spoil a beautiful girl like you.”

I felt my face get hot. I felt the scornful gaze from the store clerks. They must think I'm some sort of sugar baby. Wait. But doesn’t this sort of make Edward my sugar daddy? If I let him buy me this, does this mean I have to go through with it?

“Charlotte, please. Let me spoil you.”
Then Edward lifted my chin gently and placed his soft lips on my cheek. I inhaled his scent, wanting it to last forever.

And so I let him buy me a handbag from Prada, a jacket from Moncler, and a pair of shoes from Miu Miu, then we stopped into a luxury lingerie store. The store clerks were these two blonde busty bombshells that made me wonder if Edward preferred women that looked like that. We browsed around, holding hands, looking at lace underwear and garter belts. Then Edward picked out something from a mannequin and had me try it on for him. One of the blondes led me to a changing room. I almost got tangled in all the straps and lace but finally figured it out. I rolled the sheer stockings up my smooth thighs and attached it to the garter. I looked sexy. Usually I only wore the cheap trashy fishnets that Charlie bought on Shein, to transform me into one of many e-girls he liked to masturbate to. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed being slutty for Charlie but it sometimes left me feeling a little hollow. But this– this was elegant; sexy. I took a few pictures before Edward slid the curtain apart, peeking a stare. 

“My god Charlotte,” he said as he took me in his arms. “You look like a goddess.” Then he grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed it tight. Our faces were so close. I looked at him from under my lashes, telling him with my eyes: kiss me. He’d spoiled me with gifts and made me feel desired in a way Charlie never had. If I was going to cheat, now was as good as ever. I was ready to be Edward’s. 

Just then, my phone rang. It was Charlie. I let it go to voicemail. Then a message.

hey wanted to know what u wanted to do for dinner.

Ur location says ur in philly?

what are you up to?

Edward definitely saw. His hands still on my ass. I had to think fast. I sent Charlie the picture I took of myself in the lingerie and sent it.

I wanted to surprise u but u caught me ;)

Edward just smirked. 

“So his name is Charlie,” he said impassively. Was he angry? It was so hard to tell.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know whether to mention it or not, I didn’t know how you’d feel.”

He smiled, caressing my ass with both hands.

“Of course, I knew. The table was set for two when I saw you.”
“You don’t mind that I have a boyfriend?”

“Of course not. As a matter of fact, it makes things that much more exciting.”

Charlie responded.

Holy shit. Baby, you’re the best. I can’t wait to fuck you good. Gonna make you my little latina cum slut. I’ll order us some pizza?

This was Charlie’s idea of romantic. 

“Shall I get you home then?” Edward said.

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