Crème de la Crème

I, Penelope Sloan, was going to officially be a lost cause after tonight.

Tonight would be the very first time I set my eyes upon the owner of the penthouse apartment I was living in. All of its luxuries that surrounded me were because of that man, a man who also happened to be the sponsor who had paid off my college debt.

He knew everything there was to know about me, even my menstrual cycle. Yet I didn't know anything about him, not even his name or what he looked like.

I was simply to call him sire; no more, no less. Apart from that less than thrilling tidbit, I was given no more knowledge about him.

Now, the whole month of preparing me had come to an end, and he was here to reap the benefits of his investment.

I, Penelope Sloan, was going to officially be a lost cause after tonight.

Tonight would be the very first time I set my eyes upon the owner of the penthouse apartment I was living in. All of its luxuries that surrounded me were because of that man, a man who also happened to be the sponsor who had paid off my college debt.

He knew everything there was to know about me, even my menstrual cycle. Yet I didn't know anything about him, not even his name or what he looked like.

I was simply to call him sire; no more, no less. Apart from that less than thrilling tidbit, I was given no more knowledge about him.

Now, the whole month of preparing me had come to an end, and he was here to reap the benefits of his investment.