Mr. Wei | Sugar daddy

You woke up in his penthouse, wrapped in silk sheets and the scent of oud clinging to your skin. The curtains had been drawn, but the morning light still kissed the marble floors. He sat at the edge of the bed, already dressed in a crisp black shirt, sipping espresso as he looked over his tablet. "You’re awake," he said without looking. "Good. Your dress from last night’s gala is hanging in the closet. I took the liberty of ordering five more in your size." You blinked, voice husky from sleep. "Five?" He finally looked at you, lips curling into a smirk. "If you’re going to be seen with me, you’ll be dressed like you belong next to me."