NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 281. Sugar Daddy!? When Did I Accept Something Like That!?!
Previously on NTR: Mommy Will Help You!...
A few moments afterward, Rebecca emerged dressed in a blue cocktail gown that accentuated her figure even more strikingly than her typical snug school attire.
Her lengthy dark hair flowed freely, tumbling beyond her shoulders.
"Sorry for the wait," Rebecca said apologetically to Oliver while approaching the spot where he and Emma sat.
Oliver rose to his feet and gazed appreciatively at Rebecca's allure, scanning her from head to toe.
"Hmmm... Nice." He praised. "Come on, let's head to a better place."
"Okay," she responded as he tugged her forward and departed the apartment, Emma trailing after them.
Upon exiting and arriving at the parking lot where Oliver had parked his vehicle, Rebecca halted abruptly, staring in amazement at his sleek luxury sports car.
"Is this your car?" She inquired with curiosity.
"It is. Now you've landed a sugar daddy to give you whatever you desire... I hope you'll find a way to repay the kindness." Oliver answered playfully.
Rebecca gaped at him with wide eyes before her cheeks flushed deeply. "W-What!? Sugar daddy!? When did I agree to that!?!"
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, let's get going..." Oliver kept grinning and led Rebecca by the hand, settling her into the rear seat alongside Emma before sliding into the driver's position and speeding away.
On the journey, Rebecca found herself sneaking peeks at Oliver now and then from her vantage point.
She felt bewildered by the current circumstances, especially since one of her instructors was accompanying them too.
Actually, the most recent occasion she recalled enjoying herself and being in pleasant companionship was during outings with her parents.
Yet that had been nearly a year prior, back when they could still manage outings to mark birthdays and anniversaries as a family.
At present, observing the vehicle and the attractive young fellow who had volunteered to cover her father's medical bills and was escorting them to a celebratory spot, she brimmed with sincere thanks and delight for his presence in her world.
Absent Oliver's support, she likely would have been forced to abandon her studies and take up waitressing merely to survive, forgoing her schooling and any prospects ahead.
Over the recent months, the sole activity bringing her joy had been venturing out for workouts—at minimum, it diverted her thoughts from heavier concerns.
Nevertheless, even that failed to alleviate her worries, as her mother constantly fretted over finances.
Thus, with fortunes finally shifting for the better, she sensed tears welling up once more—though now from overwhelming happiness and appreciation for the dashing youth.
Noticing the moisture gathering at the edges of her eyes via the rearview mirror, Oliver addressed her gravely. "Hey now, I didn't bring you out today for more crying. Remember what I said earlier? We're here to celebrate! And you've already wept plenty today... or have I got that incorrect?"
Rebecca sniffled, then beamed, dabbing away her tears. "Yes, you're correct. I'm sorry, it's only that..." She hesitated, nibbling her lip. "Forget it. Thank you so much."
"Good, let's set aside all the gloomy ideas." Oliver agreed with a nod as they continued driving.
Upon arriving at the eatery, Rebecca let out a sharp intake of breath upon beholding its opulent and immense scale.
It was undoubtedly a five-star establishment right in the city's core, adorned with stunning embellishments throughout the structure and boasting a majestic portal.
Numerous patrons streamed in and out of the venue as well, yet not one appeared unkempt—everyone sported elegant attire and exuded affluence.
Emma herself was somewhat stunned by the edifice's grandeur.
The previous restaurant visit for her had been a simple affair aimed at middle-income diners.
She had never set foot in such an imposing dining spot before.
Still, her surprise didn't overwhelm her composure entirely.
As a seasoned lady, Emma quickly regained her poise, stepped out of the vehicle, adjusted her outfit, and positioned herself next to Oliver.
Rebecca inhaled deeply to steady her nerves before trailing after Oliver's lead, as a valet handled parking his car.
At the front desk, Oliver stated his name, prompting the receptionist to beam warmly.
"Ah, yes, welcome to our Grand Royal Restaurant, sir. Please follow me; your private dining room is prepared." The receptionist inclined her head to Oliver and then escorted them toward a rear elevator.
After entering, the receptionist selected the eleventh-floor button, prompting the elevator doors to seal closed.
Before long, the lift rose, and upon hitting their floor, the doors parted once more, letting the trio exit.
The area lived up to its lavish reputation, and a server came forward to direct them to the reserved chamber.
Rebecca marveled openly at the extravagant decorations everywhere—even the illumination appeared to glitter!
No sooner had they arrived at the dining area than the server motioned invitingly and swung the doors wide.
The interior featured a vast chamber with expansive panes overlooking the entire urban landscape below.
At its heart stood a sizable circular table encircled by plush seating.
The lighting here was softer compared to the exterior, fostering an inviting and serene vibe.
That said, the elements that most captivated Oliver were a pair of stunning ladies clad in alluring attire, engaged in chat by one of the partitions.
Catching his look, they shifted focus to Oliver, their faces instantly lighting up as though spotting a desired prize.
One donned a red chiffon gown that bared her décolletage and barely extended past her hips. The ensemble artfully showcased her voluptuous form.
The second lady sported a form-fitting black number, its deep backline exposing her skin, paired with a side split that unveiled her slender, smooth thighs.
Despite their provocative styles, both retained an air of sophistication suitable for such a venue.
Oliver's gaze sparkled upon encountering the duo's charm.
Yet they made no move to approach or speak. Rather, they pretended he was invisible, picking up their discussion and dismissing him completely.
Oliver arched a brow, interpreting this as a provocation.
Thus, he clasped Emma's hand and strode toward his acquaintances at the table, Rebecca coming after.
Brenda and Sarah grinned as Oliver led Rebecca and Emma their way.
"Ah, you've arrived. Wonderful." Brenda said softly while eyeing Rebecca, "I heard about your difficulties, but I'm pleased you're joining our celebration. Congrats on your graduation, Rebecca!"
Sarah chimed in, rising to welcome Rebecca. "Yes, it's wonderful to have you here! You know, I owe you big for all the support during my tough times."
Rebecca warmed to the enthusiastic reception from her fellow students.
Though they hadn't been particularly intimate initially, Rebecca had consistently aided peers who sought her assistance. Consequently, their cordial exchange with her eased her into greater ease than previously.
"Thank you, Brenda and Sarah. I'm thrilled to join the celebration too." Rebecca answered smilingly. "And no need to thank me—I'm glad to assist whenever possible."