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Understanding - [Sugar Daddy!Pierre]

A/N: for anna_arreaga

TAGLIST: MariPecs10 fayeexoxo wanderlust_gemini

WORDCOUNT: 853

SYNOPSIS: Pierre has a week off from his work, and he flies over to your city to spoil you with expensive dinners, shopping for anything you want, and that just for your company.

Butterflies fluttered around in your stomach as you exited the university building. You had received a text during one of your lectures this morning, that Pierre had arrived in your city and would be waiting outside when your classes were finished. You hadn't seen him in a while. His job was busy, and he flew from city to city, from country to country, and sometimes even from continent to continent within a week. His job caused him to be traveling and spending time alone, especially when he was able to continue working abroad in the height of the pandemic. You got to know Pierre via an app that worked more or less like Tinder, but then the girls could look for a sugar daddy, and the men could look for their sugar baby. You had laughed about it at first, you found it awkward at first, but Pierre made you feel comfortable and at ease with the situation. Pierre was organized well, and he's very professional. He made you sign a contract with him to make sure there were clear boundaries in your relationship.

You saw him at least twice a month, either in real life or virtually. In between, he sent over numerous gifts, planned in private shopping sessions at exclusive shops, and sent you the money you needed. Whatever spare money you had left, he never wanted it. A year later, now you were going back to university and looked for a new rental apartment in the center, he paid your tuition and your books. Financially, it was a blessing. You walked down the pavement, already seeing his car parked on the side of the road. Pierre came out of the car as soon as he saw you, a smile on his handsome face. His tailored suit fitted him perfectly, his hair slightly messy. "Hello, my darling," Pierre greeted you, his hand landing on your waist while he leaned forward to kiss both of your cheeks. He opened the car door for you, and you sat down in the passenger's seat while he walked around the car to get behind the wheel. "How was your day?" Pierre asked as he drove away. "Pretty good, the last lecture was boring, though," you replied with a smile. "You've been paying attention, right?" Pierre asked, his tone teasing and causing you to laugh. "Of course," you smiled.

Pierre took you to the shopping center right away. He had booked a table at a nice restaurant tonight, and he wanted you to get dressed for it. Everything you fitted and showed him caused him to shower you with compliments. In his eyes, there was no piece of clothing out there that looked bad on you. You tried on numerous evening gowns, and he made sure all the dresses you liked would be ready for you at the register when you were done shopping. The way you swooned over the pair of Louboutins made him intensely happy, and there was no hesitation for him when he swiped his card through the holder and handed you the bag with the shoes later. Spending money on you, or for you, was something he loved. Pierre took you back to his hotel room after shopping, and he sat on the chair in the corner while you sprawled out the dress you wanted to wear tonight. His eyes glided over your pretty face, the sparkles in your eyes when you moved to get the shoes out of the box, admiring their red soles. A soft sigh left him, his teeth stuck between his lower lip.

What he loved the most, was that you never took this for granted. Whatever he gifted you, you were surprised, happy and grateful. "Thank you, Pierre." Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked up at you. His lips curled up into a smile, knowing you meant to thank him for everything he bought for you today. "My pleasure, darling. You know I love to spoil my pretty sugar baby," Pierre grinned, getting up from his chair and approaching you while you were putting the things away again. "What is it?" you asked as he looked down at you. His eyes softened, and he shook his head. His hand reached out to cup your chin, his thumb brushing over your cheek. Your relationship was strictly business, which you had both signed for. "Nothing," he replied, moving some of your hair over your shoulder. Pierre gave you a small smile. "Come here," he hummed, and you stepped forward, into his embrace. His fingers combed through your hair, and he decided he had to focus on moments like these, knowing the contract between the two of you, and his crazy life, would never allow anything else.

But making you happy was a purpose he wanted to follow no matter what contract.