You’d think that working at a cafe I’d understand the definition of the word sweet, as it turned out, I did not. At least, not until I got a taste of the man sweeter than the sugar mixed in your afternoon tea. All it took was a wad of cash, a fancy dress, and thirty minutes of passion. I, Peyton Sanders, am not—and never will be—a whore. I was stupid to agree to date some random dude from the Sugar Daddy app, even with the promise of ludicrous amounts of money. But that dating app changed my life. After meeting my first client, my bitter mornings filled with caffeine and stale treats, were about to become a little sweeter…