Chapter 1 Babys & Daddys

• Noelia nervously watched the door of that restaurant, not even knowing why she was there, well, she did know, but she didn't understand how she had come this far, how what seemed like a desperate measure and an unplanned solution now seemed to become real before her eyes.
• She was barely 19 years old, with zero experience with men, and she was about to negotiate with her dignity, with her body, and, worst of all, her virginity on a date arranged by her best friend at a prestigious French restaurant where, for sure, a soft drink cost the same as her one-week salary at the cafeteria.
• Her mother worked from dawn to dusk, and they were about to lose their house. She alone couldn't afford to pay for college with her part-time job at the cafeteria, and there was definitely no father who could help them. She had never discovered who the wretch was that impregnated her mother and then abandoned them, and although she had asked for details, she never received a bad word about that man, but neither any help to find out about him.
• But there was the demon, because every time she had to make a decision, she remembered when she was a child and saw in cartoons the little angel on one shoulder of the multicolored protagonist and the demon on the other shoulder, battling until one of the two won, and then the little character chose the option corresponding to the tiny angelic or demonic being.
• But in her case, her conscience hadn't even fought, and it was supposed to be the angel, the one who guided her to make good decisions, and her demon, in this case, demoness, had a person's name, Eloise, her best friend.
• The one who had opened a profile for her on a dating website and had pushed her, with drinks, to look for a daddy who would get her out of the hole she and her mother were in.
• "I have always taken care of both of you, and we have never lacked anything, right? I will also solve it this time," she assured after receiving the notice of foreclosure."
• And after that came the night at Eloise's house, one beer, two, three, and starting the fourth, they laughed together about the idea of Daddy.
• "Have you ever thought about how unhealthy and unstable someone has to be for them to like being called Daddy during sex?" She laughed out loud and took another sip of her beer straight from the bottle, "The topic is ripe for a study."
• "Well, I already made a profile for you," Eloise replied.
• "A what?"
• "A profile on a page called", her friend tapped her head with two fingers as if she could retune her thoughts, "Babys & Daddys".
• "Come on, don't fuck with me! " She didn't know whether to laugh or get angry with her, but she decided to take another sip from her bottle.
• "And you're a virgin, you can't even imagine what they pay for a nun like you."
• "Seriously, right? " For a moment it seemed like the alcohol in her blood had evaporated, but it was just a mirage, as when she got up, dizziness overcame her, forcing her to hold onto Eloise's wardrobe until she reached her bed and let herself fall beside her to check the application on her mobile phone.
• "In fact, some Arab sheikhs have paid a few million dollars for a girl's virginity. But no one dares to travel to those countries."
• "I'm not going to sell my virginity."
• "A 19-year-old teenager sells her virginity for three million euros", Eloise began to speak, "The young girl will lose her virginity to a businessman from Abu Dhabi who has paid the requested sum."
• "That's more than dollars, right?" She quickly grabbed her mobile phone to read the announcement, and although the letters were moving due to her drunken state, she could read beyond the headline, "But here it said she was a well-known model and me... well, only you know me."
• "But it's very easy for them to pay hundreds of thousands of dollars... if I had known before, I would have waited until I turned 18 to sell it and I wouldn't have lost it to that idiot Charlie."
• "He was the quarterback and you were the head cheerleader, didn't you tell me that?"
• "He was an idiot."
• The two laughed and fell silent when they heard an alert on Eloise's phone.
• "Someone has messaged you!" Eloise jumped from the bed.
• From: DaddyML
• To: Bunny30
• You set the price, but you'll live with me.
• "Live with him? I was only supposed to sell my virginity and never see him again," Noelia thought.
• From: Bunny30
• To: DaddyML
• It will only be once, I'm not interested in living with anyone.
• Just a couple of minutes passed when they received a response.
• From: DaddyML
• To: Bunny30
• 300,000 for your virginity, but it's not the only thing I want. My initial condition is non-negotiable.
• And after that last message, everything happened very quickly.
• Eloise responded, he replied again, and after several messages, she only knew that she had agreed to have dinner at a French restaurant two days later with a stranger whose real name she didn't even know.
• She only had a keyword:" Violeta." Thankfully, at least she shouldn't have to arrive at the restaurant asking for DaddyML.
• One of the waitresses looked her up and down and gave her a slight smile when she entered the establishment. Clearly, she wasn't dressed for the place, she knew it, and the girl's gaze had reminded her of that. But she had nothing more elegant than that simple black dress with white flowers embroidered on the neckline.
• "Do you have a reservation, miss?" A male asked, interrupting her thoughts.
• "No, well... yes," She scratched the side of her left hand with her right index finger, something she always did to calm herself down, and then looked up to face the man. "Violeta."
• The middle-aged man, possibly the restaurant's maître d', smiled and nodded.
• "Follow me, he's already waiting for you."
• The maître d' escorted her to a discreet table that resembled a box at the opera, slightly elevated from the rest of the dining room, offering some privacy but not completely closed off.
• But that wasn't what surprised her the most.
• A man around 35, maybe 40 years old, was waiting there. His expression was cold, giving off an odd sense of chilliness. He was extremely blond, with long hair elegantly tied back in a low ponytail. Strangely, he reminded her of those old nobles from period films about European royalty. His eyes were gray, but despite her belief that light-colored eyes were transparent and expressive, his were like a block of ice. They seemed like an icy wall that didn't allow her to see through what was supposed to be the windows to the soul.
• "Marius Lorraine... delighted to meet you, Miss..." he spoke with a pronounced French accent.