Chapter Four: Mr. Bun

Sheila's Pov

I reached the restaurant and left the car for the valet boy. I could see how he was excited to get to drive my car, a Tesla Model 3, black. I cannot really blame his excitement; it is a hot car.

"Hey, girl!" Celine stood outside the entrance, waving at me when I arrived. I approached her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Celine is 5'6 foot tall with long dark brown hair that compliments her light skin.

She has brown eyes a natural pouty lip that she is incredibly proud of. She has a naturally sporty, built body, which was a plus because she hated to work out in any form. We have been friends for five years. She was my first real friend when I moved to the United States with my husband, who died two years ago. I met my late husband in Russia at a fancy restaurant. I had dinner with my sugar daddy at that time. My husband, Rodney, was there and was having dinner with a friend he was visiting. Rodney fell for my appearance instantly, and he approached me after I had been in the ladies' room. He was an old man already back then, in his seventy. He made me an offer there and then that I could not turn down.

I come from a poor family, and we grew up in one of the most challenging areas in Russia. My mother raised me and my older brother Vladi as a single mom. She worked two different jobs, so our neighbor used to take care of us a lot because our mother could be away for almost fifteen hours in a row. We lived together in a one-room apartment until I turned seven. It was awful. I can still get claustrophobic by the thought of that memory. I know my mom did her best. I do not blame her for our poor start in life.

I blame my dad for leaving us behind. Anyway, I have always been told how beautiful I am for as long as I can remember. And I started using my beauty to my advantage in my teens. When I was fifteen, I found a website where you could apply for sugar daddies. I created an account on the site with a fake ID because you had to be eighteen years old to get a profile. I looked more aged than fifteen, and I had explored makeup two years earlier. I could spend hours applying the different makeup styles and make myself look much older. Long story short. I became popular amongst the daddies online, and I was overwhelmed with expensive gifts and dinner dates, and I started helping mom pay the bills.

I went on vacation around the world and went to fine dining every other night. Drinking wine and eating expensive dishes. I did have sex, but only with two out of the ten men that I dated. Anyhow, I met Rodney, and he offered me a luxury lifestyle in the USA. The catch behind it? He wanted me to marry him. In exchange for my hand in marriage, I would be the only one to inherit everything from him when he passed away.

This was, of course, overlooked by a lawyer before I agreed to the terms and signed the contract. And he also wanted to get a blow job every morning.

Let me just say that I did that every day, for five years. Then he died with a smile on his face in a heart attack while we made love in our bed. He died a happy man, and I became a wealthy woman. He was suitable for five HUNDRED million. He was a successful investment man and had apparently invested in a few companies that really had made it and paid up over the years.

"You look good. Is that the new Birkin bag hanging over your shoulder?" Celine asked with a hint of jealousy in her tone as she stared at my bag. She was wearing a blue coat and a pair of jeans, and I could spot a nice blouse under her jacket, and her black heels made her legs look good. Celine was twenty-four and studying to become a plastic surgeon. She did not have much money right now, but I had gladly paid for her education, and I always paid when we did something together. I did not care at all. She had been a true friend from the beginning. She worked in a café that I always used to go to for my afternoon coffee in the past. We started chatting a lot over time, and she had soon become a close friend of mine. And most importantly, she shared my passion for sex.

"Yes, it is. But I do not really like this one anymore. I think it will need a new owner," I smiled and winked at her, and she started to bounce with excitement like a little child. I laughed at her and then nodded against the entrance door, and we walked in. We walked up a stair into a great hall with a high ceiling, nearly five feet. The walls were gray, and the interior went into gold, gray, and white. An oversized chandelier in gold was in the center of the ceiling and gave the hall a warm, dimmed light

"Hello, Mrs. Jones. I cannot see a reservation in your name in this program."

Stutters the waiter as he looked at an iPad in his hand after introducing myself and asking for a table. I sighed. "Since when do I need to make a reservation to eat here?" I emphasized the 'I' am a little extra. He scrolled quietly on his tablet for a little while before he looked up and answered my question. "I am terribly sorry. I am new at this job, and I didn't know you were a regular guest here." "Oh, that's okay." I smiled at him as he nodded in response. He made a gesture with his hand and started walking to our table inside the salon. We sat down and were handed the menu.

"I will take the steak today. What will you have? " I asked Celine and put the menu closed down on the table to show that I was ready to place my order. "Hmm, I'll have the grilled salmon. "She answered and then put down the menu as well.

"I am guessing you are having a glass of wine as well. Since you decided on the steak?"

She added with a judgmental tone. I roll my eyes at her before I replied.

"Honey, I do not think you should be so quick to judge me. We both know how much you really love it when I have a glass of wine for lunch. Because then you can pretend how bad I am and act like you are so bothered by my actions. Then you "sympathize" by having one glass as well. So, in the end, you can blame me for your drinking while the clock is barely noon."

She sat quietly for a few seconds, and then she sighed.

"Fine, you got me there."

She looked away, and I could see a smile appear on her face when she took a sip from the water glass that stood on the table.

"Hello, ladies. What can I serve you today? " And here was my favorite waiter next to our table and smiled down at us before he gave me an innocent wink. He was tall, 5'9 foot, and have a muscular body. Short blond hair and beautiful green eyes. He was sweet and worked extra as a waiter so he could pay for his education. He was twenty-two and was studying to become a lawyer one day. I always left him a good tip.

"Well, I'm taking the steak and a glass of red wine as the main course,"

then I paused as I lowered my voice and leaned in.

"But I want five minutes with you for a starter!"

He grinned at me and nodded.

"And for you, miss?"

Celine made her order, and before the server left, he leaned down and whispered.

"Meet me at our place in five, beautiful," and then he went away to the kitchen to place our order.

"Are you still doing him?"

Celine asked with curiosity in her tone.

"Honey, if you had seen his package, you would be down there next to me."

I winked at her, and she started giggling.

"Is it that good?"

She asked with more curiosity and leaned forward over the table. I smirked.

"Baby, it is a fucking masterpiece." Five minutes passed, and I went down to our place one floor down in the building. I opened the door to a small storage room and saw that he was already inside.

"Okay, take him out," I said with excitement and went down on my knees in front of him.

"We have to be fast," he mumbles in response as he pulled down the zipper to his pants. But he didn't have the chance to continue because the door was suddenly opened up, and in the opening stood a lady. She looked shocked at what she saw. But to be fair, I was down on my knees, and his zipper was pulled down as well, and he had his hand inside his pants.

I quickly got up on my feet when he pulled up his zipper before apologizing while he rushed out from the room.

I looked at the lady, who now had a very disgusting and judgmental look across her face.

"Hey, you do not get to judge me? If you saw his package, you would want it to."She gasped in shock at my answer.

I dusted my skirt and straighten my back. I slid past the lady in the opening. I was stopped by an old man in the hallway before I could reach the saloon. He had a bald head and was dressed in a blue suit.

He gave me a lustful and admiring glance before he spoke. "I must say you are a true vision, young lady, and I may have an offer for you." He said and chuckled. "I would pay a lot of money to have you accompany my side."

I sighed.

"I am sure it is a great offer. But you see. I lost my husband two years ago. I loved him dearly, but he had a heart attack and died during our lovemaking.

You remind me of him since you seem to be close in age. And I can't live with myself if it happened again."

I heard a low voice chuckle at my response, and as I gazed in that direction, my eyes met a pair of ice-blue eyes placed on a handsome man looking to be around forty. He had his blonde hair in a man bun, and I could see that he had a toned chest underneath his gray shirt and the contour from his biceps over his arms. He looked a little rough with a beard. I could see the ink tattoos on his hands and neck. Yummy.

He locked his eyes with mine for a few seconds and raised one eyebrow at me before he walked away.

The old man stood standing with his jaw still hanging. So, I kissed his cheek and said goodbye and finally got back into the restaurant and our table to go and eat my other meal. "Are you pleased now?" Asked Celine, and I could see that the food had been served. I sat down and told her about what had happened before, and she broke down in a gaping laugh for a few minutes. Several other guests started to see our way, and then I could not help breaking down in laughter either.

We managed to gather ourselves again after a while and then dived into the food in front of us. I took a sip of my wine and glanced out over the room. It was a big room, and just like the hallway, it had gray walls, and the tables were in white marble, and the chairs were black with upholstered seats. The comfort was excellent. I spotted that Karl sat at a table on the other end of the room and four other men sitting around him. Next to him sat Mr. Bun.

Ding, ding, ding.