I love my job, but I make more money with my sugar daddy

Our agreement began in December 2021 and developed slowly. We arranged to meet all over Mayfair (an affluent part of London) and with each meeting we became closer and closer physically and mentally. We snuggled up in dark, quiet corners of upscale cocktail bars, chatting quietly, gently holding hands, and kissing passionately between conversations. I rubbed my lower leg against his shins under the table and behaved suggestively, but we were always careful to show modesty in public, even though the sexual tension was clear. As I kissed him, I could smell his aftershave – fresh and subtle. I thought it was great that he always made an effort. He dressed smartly and looked every bit the CEO. He generously complimented me, flirted with me, and told me how great I looked, but also teased me with another choice of an all-black outfit. Far from being arrogant and rude, he treated the waiters exceptionally well, leaving generous tips while secretly footing the bill (he is American, after all). Every time we broke up, he would ask me if I needed help and subtly hand me £200 or £500 ($650) before finding a black taxi to take me home. He traveled in and out of London for work and back to his primary residence in the US, so we didn’t sleep together for over a year after our first meeting. To date we have only slept together once. It’s difficult to coordinate our schedules.