Chapter 1
London is a multicultural city and very liberal where different cultures merge and emerge in the city finest corners, or where red doors are hidden on plain sight and behind pleasure is paid for a couple of hours.
Definitely the success is seen everywhere in West End, there are stylish restaurants and ridiculously expensive hotels. Luxury cars at high speed down the street, which you can stay indifferent because of the singular noise they make.
And for those who choose to on the street they can carry sometimes thousands of pounds only in accessories.
Wealth is always pumping in central London and Laura with only 22 years old aspires hard to be part of this obscene world and ridiculously made of excesses.
She has the wish, works at the right place to meet wealthy people and has the model’s body. With her brunette, long straight hair and greenish almond eyes is the living dream of any billionaire who aimed to have around a young and beautiful woman all the time.
Freshly out of college, she continues working now full time in a high fashion store, in Sloane Street, one of the most expensive streets of London. The store is so expensive, that just a pair of shoes costs more than Laura´s monthly income. She works in all store departments, and she enjoyed because she could see beautiful and wealthy people and sell them the most expensive clothes.
Although she had the dream and ambition of being part of riches, she wasn’t able to be part of it, she had never money left by the end of the month, it never stretched as she had to pay always an absurd amount of rent for a tiny and depressing flat just outside central London.
Secretly she envied badly those fine shoppers, arriving and could buy like it was no tomorrow spending so much money without caring how much was each item, because in the end of the day wealthy husbands or parents would pay.
Fascinated by the lifestyle they led, she listen often their conversations, so different from poor and short sided people. With them everything was about status and glamour, wealthy women talked about fashion, make-up, beauty surgeries, dinners in the best places in town, travel five stars, private jets, clubs and parties.
Laura hated returning in the end of the day to her flat, being completely the opposite of the store.
She was always ready to face another day of work, and forget her miserable life. Today when she was busy tide everything up in one corner of the store, she noticed two young girls looking like top models, tall and super skinny, flawless make-up, wearing Jimmy Choo sandals, Prada bags, and with the latest phone model in their hands while they enjoyed a few pieces to join their expensive wardrobe, ending shopping like crazy. While they were picking all clothes to buy, Laura overheard them talking:
"John pays for this dress” was one saying giggling “Yesterday he gave me diamond earrings and last week we were in Sardinia, Italy for the weekend. And after the weekend, we had time to stop in Milan and he bought me this bag."
Laura continues hearing the girl’s conversation: "Wow! This thing with the website is going really well for you girl, the guys really love open their wallet" Answered the other girl, bursting laughing making fun of the idiot who was financing her girlfriends for the new wardrobe operation.
Laura could still hear the term the girls used for that man; she hears them calling him "Sugar Daddy". Now Laura was curious, she never heard something like that and she needed to know what it was and how it worked.
Laura was so focused on her goals of having a great life, refusing to date any man until she could find the right one. She would date only a millionaire or a billionaire who could provide all things she ever dreamt about. She didn’t want to date a man who had just some money, just because he had success with a small business in a neighborhood, she wanted to date man who had hundreds of international stores, all men below that