You'd think that working at a cafe I'd understand the definition of the word sweet, as it turned out, I did not. At least, not until I got a taste of the man sweeter than the sugar mixed in your afternoon tea. All it took was a wad of cash, a fancy dress, and thirty minutes of passion. I, Peyton Sanders, am not-and never will be-a whore. I was stupid to agree to date some random dude from the Sugar Daddy app, even with the promise...