~Sultana's POV~
The snowflakes danced like forbidden whispers against the tinted windows of the cab as it pulled up to the wrought-iron gates of Stefan Salvatore's estate. My heart pounded harder than the bass in my favorite Afrobeats track, a mix of excitement and that familiar thrill of the chase.
It was Christmas Eve, and while my girlfriends were posting stories of their lavish hauls... designer bags from Gucci, the latest iPhone 15, I was here, at the doorstep of my sugar daddy's sprawling mansion, ready to claim my slice of the holiday pie. Stefan had been away for months, jet-setting through Europe on business, but he'd texted me last night: ‘Come over, baby girl. Santa's got surprises.’
I adjusted my red mini-dress, the one that hugged my curves like a second skin, and stepped
