Fantasy Mom Kiya Getting Pregnant By Her Rich Sugar Daddy

The silk sheets of my penthouse apartment feel a little cooler today, but the diamond tennis bracelet catching the morning light on my wrist reminds me exactly who I am. I’ve always been your favorite Fantasy Mom, the kind of college girl who knows how to balance a heavy course load with an even heavier bank account.

Being a mistress to a man with an empire has its perks… the designer bags, the tuition checks, and the private jet trips… but lately, something has shifted in the air between us. My sugar daddy thinks he’s in control because he pays the bills, but he has no idea that our little “arrangement” just got a permanent upgrade.

I remember the night it happened; we were celebrating a massive merger, and the champagne was flowing as freely as his promises. I leaned back in the leather seat of his Maybach, wearing that sheer vintage slip he loves, whispering in his ear about how much I cost to keep. He loves the power dynamic… the wealthy older man and his spoiled, brilliant college girl.

But as I look down at the two pink lines on the counter of my marble bathroom, I realize the power has officially shifted into my perfectly manicured hands. I’m carrying his legacy, and I know exactly how to play this. “Honey,” I purred into the phone earlier today, my voice dropping into that low, tempting honey thick tone that makes him forget his board meetings.

“I have a little surprise for you that isn’t on my Amazon wishlist.” I can already picture his face… the mixture of shock, panic, and that deep seated pride that men of his status feel when they realize they’ve left a mark. He wanted a mistress to keep him young, but now he’s got a gorgeous college girl carrying the one thing money can’t usually buy.

I’m not worried about the “accident.” In fact, I’m already dreaming of the nursery in the Hamptons and the increase in my monthly allowance. Being a sugar baby is an art form, but being the mother of a billionaire’s child?

That’s a masterpiece. I’m going to make him crave every second of this pregnancy, teasing him with how my curves are changing while I remind him that his little college girl is now the most expensive investment he’s ever made. He wanted the fantasy, and now he’s living the reality of being tied to me forever. This isn’t just a scandal; it’s a promotion.

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