Chapter 75

• Helen and I parted ways, promising to reconnect soon. The drive home was filled with thoughts of Mr. Clinton, my sugar daddy – a title that still brought a sly smile to my face. I wondered if he would truly earn it in the months to come.
• I pulled into my driveway, got out of the car, and headed straight for Mr. Clinton's room. It was six p.m., and usually, he wouldn't be home so early, but I took a wild guess, and surprisingly, there were signs that he was home.
• The moment I stepped into the living room, my eyes widened as I took in the sight. In the dim light, the small incandescent bulb hung from the ceiling, its gentle light a soothing accompaniment to the evening, casting a comforting glow over the room. Though it was extravagant, it was amazing enough to remind me of the luxury and comfort that came with Mr. Clinton's hospitality.