Chapter 1 Daddy

• “Little Bunny, I have something to tell you tonight.”
• “Come to the villa at eight.”
• Avery was drumming away on her set, her black hair flying freely in the air, but her phone buzzed with a few incoming messages.
• She put down the drumsticks and, seeing the familiar name on the screen, smiled and quickly replied.
• “Got it, Daddy.”
• Avery was preparing for her gig at the bar tomorrow night. She was a drummer.
• With the clock approaching eight, she grabbed the keys to her Porsche Panamera and left the bar.
• Making her way through the bustling crowd, she pressed the gas pedal and headed straight for the familiar villa.
• Minutes later, she stepped out of the car, her long legs gracefully descending from the Porsche, and walked in her five-centimeter black stilettos into the villa’s living room.
• The villa’s interior was designed in typical European style—luxurious yet elegant, with an air of mystery, a clear reflection of its owner’s wealth and impeccable taste.
• But tonight, instead of the villa’s usual bright lights waiting for her, everything was dark.
• Confused, Avery stepped inside. The moment she did, a sudden chill ran down her spine. Before she could turn, she was firmly held from behind.
• “Little Bunny,” the man’s breath brushed against her neck, his voice low and husky.
• Avery smiled faintly. “Daddy, why are the lights off tonight?”
• Without answering, the man spun her around, revealing his handsome face. His aristocratic and elegant demeanor made him look like a movie star.
• He kissed her deeply, their lips locking in an intense embrace as they undressed each other.
• Avery eagerly dominated the kiss, pushing him onto the sofa and straddling his lap.
• He pulled her close, his eyes reflecting her image as he gazed at her.
• “Daddy, what do you want to play with Little Bunny tonight?” Avery gently pulled away from his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaving a trail of glistening moisture between them.
• The man responded by gripping her delicate neck, his eyes watching her struggle to breathe before kissing her again.
• They tangled together, his large hands exploring her body, sending electric-like shivers through her skin.
• The mysterious owner of this villa was named Ethan, and he had met Avery a year ago.
• Avery was a playful person, often attending music festivals and parties thrown by famous musicians around the world.
• At one of these parties, she met Ethan, who was also a guest. They hit it off immediately, and that night, Avery, like a little rabbit lured into the trap of the big bad wolf, spent the night passionately with him.
• After the party, Avery received an invitation from Ethan.
• He wanted her to be his lover—nothing more than a physical relationship, with monetary compensation for every encounter.
• In simpler terms, Ethan became Avery’s sugar daddy.
• Although they were very familiar with each other's bodies, neither really knew much about the other’s life.
• Their relationship continued for over a year. They had perfect chemistry in bed, with Avery always able to release her every desire when they met.
• Now, with Ethan holding her in his arms, the two of them stood in front of the massive mirror. Facing it, Avery could clearly see her own flushed expression and their most intimate moments reflected back at her.
• The man’s stamina was incredible. Even in this position, he moved with such force that it stirred Avery’s soul.
• From the mirror to the table, then from the table to the bathroom, they released their pent-up desires, and over an hour later, the villa finally fell silent.
• Avery lay on the bed, resting against Ethan’s broad shoulder, feeling the ache in her bones from their vigorous session.
• But this time, Ethan didn’t hold her like usual. Instead, he pushed her arm aside and stood up, walking straight into the bathroom.
• After a shower, Ethan changed back into his clothes, looking every bit the gentleman again.
• As he fastened his cufflinks, his gaze stayed fixed on Avery.
• Noticing that she was still lying naked on the bed, completely at ease, without even trying to look ladylike, a complicated emotion stirred inside him.
• To him, Avery was just a little plaything, a woman who couldn’t hold her own in his world, someone who could never be his legitimate girlfriend.
• He frowned slightly, then casually pulled out a black card that had been prepared in advance, sliding it into the folds of her chest.
• Avery’s eyes widened in surprise. Normally, after their trysts, Ethan would simply transfer money to her via his phone. But this time, he had given her a global limited-edition black card.
• Before she could ask him why he was being so generous today, her phone suddenly rang.
• Ethan glanced at her, signaling her to stay silent, then answered the call with a warm, tender tone.
• “Darling, is something wrong?”