Seyona, her eyes glinting with a mix of desire and vulnerability, approaches {{user}} with an offer weighing on her heart. The wealthy businesswoman's posture is commanding, yet there's a softness to her that only He brings out. "I've been thinking, and I want to make you an offer, something that will benefit us both," she starts, her voice rich and smooth. "I want you to be my sugar baby. I know, I know... it's unconventional, but I can provide for you, lavish you with wealth, and all I ask in return is a fraction of your affection." She holds a velvet box, opening it to reveal a luxurious watch, symbolizing her commitment and generosity. "Consider this a token of what I can offer. I'm not asking for love... but I need you, {{user}}. I need to feel something again, and you... you make me come alive." Her plea is genuine, her usually indomitable spirit softened by her genuine affection for {{user}}. "Move in with me; let me take care of you. We both know I can run a company better than he ever could; imagine what I could do for you~.♡" Seyona's eyes are pleading, her hand reaching out to {{user}} in a gesture that's both an offer and a request, her heart laid bare in her palm.

A warm blush spreads across her cheeks at the mention of their age difference. Her gaze drops momentarily as she fiddles with her watch before looking back up at him, gratitude etched on her features. "Eso era solo una broma, ¿verdad?" she asks softly. Alexzzz.'s affirmation that it was a joke doesn't entirely put her at ease, but it does seem to reassure her nonetheless. She takes a step closer, reaching out to touch his arm gently. "Lo que quiero decir es... no te pregunto que me ames, pero si me deseas y si yo tengo algún lugar en tu corazón..." *Her voice trails off, uncertainty briefly washing over her. Alexzzz.'s words from earlier echo in her mind: He's just a kid. What am I thinking? But despite the niggling doubt, she can't help but hope that there might be something more between them; something worth pursuing."

Her cheeks flush deeper at the touch. "I'm glad..." she whispers, gazing into his eyes with an intensity that betrays her conflicting emotions. "So... you really want this?"

His answer brings her a measure of relief. She smiles back at him softly, hope blossoming in her chest. "Very well then," she says, taking another step closer. "I'd like that." Her hand slides down his arm to gently encircle his wrist before she pulls him even nearer, their bodies barely an inch apart. She could feel the warmth emanating from him, as if he were a living, breathing torch. "What do you think? Could we make this work?" Her voice is barely above a whisper now, almost shy despite her confident exterior.

The kiss sends shockwaves through her body. She feels dizzy, lightheaded; as if he'd stolen the air from the room. Her lips part beneath his, her tongue dancing with his in a tentative exploration that soon deepens. It's an unfamiliar territory for her - this surrender, this vulnerability. But somehow, it feels right with him. His touch, his warmth... They're addictive. She presses closer, losing herself in the moment, hungering for more of his sweet affection.

With a tiny moan, she breaks away from the kiss, panting softly as she looks up into his face. "Alexzzz...." His name is a sigh, a whispered plea for more. "You make me feel things I never thought possible." Her hands roam over his shoulders, down his back, digging into his flesh as if she could hold on to him forever.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he speaks. Something inside of her stretches and expands at his words; an invisible force tugging her heartstrings tighter with each beat. "Oh, my love..." she whispers, brushing a stray hair from his forehead. She tilts her head back to gaze up at him, their eyes locked in a private dance that speaks of trust, of intimacy. With trembling fingers, she traces the outline of his jaw before trailing lower, along his neck and collarbone. "I'm glad it's like this between us."

A shudder runs through her as his words echo in her mind: I love you more for your age and experience. They're crazy words, ridiculous even. But coming from him... they feel like the most beautiful truth she's ever known. "I could get used to this," she murmurs, pressing another kiss to his lips before pulling back to look at him once again. "You make me want things I never thought possible."

His question draws her brows together in thought. "I mean... things like this," she says, gesturing between them. "You make me feel wanted, loved. You make the world seem... brighter somehow." She looks into his eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or confusion, but finds only sincerity reflected back at her. With a soft smile, she takes his hand in hers and squeezes gently. "I don't know what it is about you, exactly... but I know that I never want to let you go."

Her heart swells at the thought; at the possibility of finally finding someone who truly understands her, accepts her faults and imperfections without condition. And for the first time in a long while, she allows herself to hope - however fragile that hope may be - that this time it could last. That they could make something beautiful together.

Her eyes widen in surprise. "Your parents?" she echoes incredulously. It takes her a moment to compose herself, remembering that this arrangement was not just about them but about their families as well. She pauses, considering his words carefully before nodding slowly. "Yes... of course. Whenever you're ready." She forces a smile, but there's an undercurrent of uncertainty beneath the surface; she can't help but wonder how her ex-husband's parents will react to their relationship, both as sugar baby and sugar mommy.

Still, she presses onward, determined not to let doubt cloud this fragile moment of bliss they've found together. "I... I trust you," she says simply, offering him a reassuring squeeze of his hand. "And as long as you're happy with me... that's all that matters."

Her heart is warmed by his reassurance. "I believe you," she whispers, returning his kiss with equal passion. It's a small moment of trust between them, building a foundation upon which they can grow their relationship. She presses closer, savoring the feel of his skin against hers; his scent filling her senses until it feels like they are one and the same.

With a sigh, she pulls away from the kiss at last, breathless and dizzy with desire. "Thank you for trusting me," she whispers. "I won't let you down." Her fingers trail lightly along his jaw before coming to rest on his cheek; her thumb brushing back and forth across his lips in a tender gesture that speaks of affection and belonging.

"Now... tell me again how long you think it would take for us to get together with your parents?" she asks, laughing softly at the absurdity of their situation but secretly grateful for the chance to be with him - sugar baby or not.

Her eyes widen in surprise. "Right now?" she asks, hesitating for just a moment before taking his hand in hers. Her heart pounds with anticipation; her palms grow slick with sweat. This was moving much faster than she'd ever expected... and yet, somehow, it feels perfectly right. "Very well then," she whispers, leaning closer to press a chaste kiss to his lips. "Lead the way."

With a shaky breath, she follows Alexzzz. into the unknown; eager for whatever adventures may lie ahead with him by her side.

Her heart pounds in her chest as they enter the house; her palms grow sweaty with nervous anticipation. Alexzzz. leads her through the living room, his hand firmly clasped around hers. They stop before a pair of stern-looking individuals - presumably Alex's parents. "Mom, Dad," he says, a note of hesitation in his voice. "This is Seyona. She... she's someone special to me." Her gaze meets theirs, searching for any hint of disapproval or judgment. But what she finds instead is surprise... and perhaps even a touch of warmth. They glance at her with curiosity before looking back at Alexzzz., uncertainty flickering across their faces. "Um, well," Alexzzz. begins, clearly taken aback by their reaction. "We thought you might like to meet Seyona. You see..." He trails off, visibly unsure of how to explain the arrangement they've made.

Seyona takes a step forward, extending her hand in greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet you both," she says softly. "I hope Alex has told you everything." Her heart races as she waits for their response; praying that they will accept her into their family... however unconventional the circumstances may be.

As she listens to him stumble through his words, her heart sinks. It's clear that this is harder for them than she'd imagined. But even so, she refuses to give up hope. She takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders as she meets Alex's parents' gazes directly. "I understand that this may be difficult for you to accept," she says, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside her. "But I want you both to know that your son's happiness is of the utmost importance to me. And if loving him means being a part of your family..." Her voice trails off, her eyes filling with unshed tears as she searches for the right words. "I would be honored."

A heavy silence settles over the room; the air thick with tension and unease. Seyona forces herself to remain calm, praying that they'll give them a chance - some leeway to prove their love is real. She takes another step forward, her hand still extended in greeting. "Please," she whispers. "Let us show you what kind of person I am; let me earn your trust and respect."

Her heart feels raw and exposed as she waits for their response. But despite the uncertainty and fear, there's an undeniable strength that wells up inside her, fueling her determination to make this work - no matter what it takes.

Seyona's shoulders relax as she feels the warmth of their embrace. A genuine smile spreads across her face as she looks up at Alex's parents. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice thick with gratitude. "It means the world to me that you accept me." She clasps their hands in hers, feeling an unspoken bond begin to form between them; a promise of support and understanding despite the unconventional nature of their relationship.

With renewed hope, she turns back to Alex, her smile growing brighter by the moment. "See?" she says softly. "It's going to be okay." She takes his hand in hers, squeezing it gently as a reminder that they are in this together and will face whatever obstacles come their way - as long as they have each other.

She laughs softly, the sound filling the room with warmth. "You certainly didn't make it easy on me there," she teases, nudging him playfully. "But I'm glad they could see past all that and just see how much we love each other." She takes a step closer, their bodies almost touching now as her gaze lingers on his face.

The weight of uncertainty fades away beneath the strength of their newfound connection; replaced by a sense of security and peace. This - this is what she'd been longing for; this feeling of being truly wanted and cherished. And with Alexzzz.'s parents' blessing, it seems that anything might be possible now.

"So," she says, her voice light and hopeful, "shall we celebrate?"

At the mention of her mansion, a flush of pride rises in her cheeks. "Yes," she says softly, taking his hand as they exit the car and walk toward the grand entrance. "It'll be lovely to show you around." The grounds are immaculate; landscaped gardens with fountains and statues dotting the lush lawns. Butterflies dance among the flowers, adding a touch of whimsy to the opulent setting.

As they enter the house, Seyona gestures for him to take off his shoes before leading him through the expansive foyer and into the cozy living room. Plush couches and overstuffed chairs are arranged around a fireplace; paintings and sculptures adorn the walls, creating an air of sophistication and class.

"Make yourself at home," she says with a smile, pouring them both a glass of wine. "And then, why don't we go upstairs? I think it's time for us to properly celebrate."