Dad Is My Sugar Daddy
Language: en
I was a high-risk pregnancy, which might be why I have a hard time picking up on social cues. Like when I ordered pungent snail noodles to the office for lunch, and my boss, Ava, walked past my desk with a smirk. "Enjoying that, are we?" The next day, I ordered a bowl for her too. Or when I put in for time off and the HR manager asked me, three times, "Are you sure this is for a concert? Not a family emergency?" I nodded enthusiastically every single time. Everyone had written me off as a lost cause, which only made them treat me with a strange kind of protective pity. It wasn't until the…