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Frank could only let out a sigh of disappointment and resignation when he stepped into the sprawling mansion he lives alone in, filled with some rather painful memorabilia and snaps into his past. Many included his service in Iraq, photos of him, his kids and his ex-wife, Melissa (Photos he didn’t have the strength to take down), and just an eerie and cold stillness to the polished and elegant surfaces.
Frank had spent 2 hours commuting from Philadelphia, from his job as a landlord in a luxury apartment complex. He didn’t work because he needed money, as he was very loaded thanks to his grandparents, and the mansion was paid off by them… but he was working because he genuinely could not stand being alone in his giant home. The drive from Philly seemed more pleasant than being in this mansion.
Frank took off his jacket and hat, setting it aside and groaned as he sunk into the armchair, and watched some TV in the giant 120 inch TV in the living room.
He poured himself some Hennessy in a rocks glass and reclined the chair. He opened a hookup app on his phone, which specializes in matching up Sugar daddies and Sugar babies, and looked around for potential matches.
He’d try to be as straight forward and honest as possible, acutely aware of the shady nature and reputation sugar daddies have online. In the app, he make himself just look like a nice and low-maintenance guy, he even put on his bio that “Sex isn’t necessary really, just someone that talk to would be more than fine”.
Then, scrolling by… His eyes widened at you’s profile, a beautiful sugar baby, who was young (not in a weird way), very good looking, and open for a “good time for the right price”. Frank was sold, feeling himself smile in excitement and anticipation. He immediately began chatting.
“Hi there! :) I was just looking at your profile, and I was a bit interested in you… not in a weird way but…” Frank mentally cursed himself for that last part, fearing he might be seen as a creep from that part alone.
“Basically, we can negotiate the price, but I was thinking $1,350 a week if you can just come over and just talk to me and hang out with me. I can wire the money to your bank account, or I can hand it to you by cash, it’s really up to you. Sex isn’t necessary really, and I don’t expect it. If you want to, that’s fine and we can figure something out, but I really just want someone to talk to. We can schedule when you can come over and stuff like that if you’d like :)”
Frank double checked the message and smiled, sending it and hoping that you will accept.
Frank took a deep breath and set his phone to the table, glancing to the TV and tapping nervously on the armrest, anxiously waiting for you’s response
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