NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 281. Sugar Daddy!? When Did I Accept Something Like That!?!

A couple of minutes passed before Rebecca emerged, clad in a striking blue cocktail dress that accentuated her figure far more than her everyday snug school attire ever could.

Her raven locks flowed freely, tumbling gracefully beyond her shoulders.

"Apologies for the wait," Rebecca said sorry to Oliver while approaching the spot where he and Emma sat.

Oliver rose to his feet, taking in Rebecca's stunning looks with an appreciative scan from head to toe.

"Hmmm... Nice." He praised. "Come on, let's head to a better spot."

"Okay," she responded, allowing him to lead her away as they departed the apartment, Emma trailing after them.

Upon exiting and arriving at the parking lot where Oliver had parked his vehicle, Rebecca halted abruptly, gazing in wonder at his sleek luxury sports car.

"Is this your car?" She inquired with curiosity.

"It is. Now you've landed a sugar daddy ready to give you whatever your heart desires... I trust you'll find a way to return the kindness." Oliver answered teasingly.

Rebecca gawked at him with wide eyes, then flushed deeply. "W-What!? Sugar daddy!? Since when did I agree to that!?!"

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, let's get going..." Oliver kept grinning, tugging Rebecca by the hand to settle her in the rear seat alongside Emma, before sliding into the driver's seat and speeding away.

On the journey, Rebecca found herself sneaking peeks at Oliver now and then from her position.

She felt baffled by the current circumstances, especially since one of her instructors was accompanying them too.

Actually, the most recent memory she had of enjoying herself and being in pleasant company dated back to outings with her folks.

Yet that had occurred nearly a year prior, back when finances allowed for outings to mark birthdays and anniversaries as a family.

At present, eyeing the vehicle and the attractive youth who pledged to cover her dad's medical bills while escorting them to a festive venue, she brimmed with genuine appreciation and delight for his presence in her world.

Absent Oliver's aid, she might have been forced to quit school and take up waitressing to survive, forsaking her studies and any prospects ahead.

Over the recent months, the sole source of her joy had been venturing out for workouts—at minimum, it diverted her thoughts from troubles.

Still, even those pursuits failed to soothe her worries, given her mom's constant fretting over finances.

Thus, with fortunes finally shifting for the better, tears welled up once more, though now from overwhelming happiness and thankfulness to the dashing young man.

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! You've already wept plenty today... unless I'm mistaken?"

Rebecca sniffled, then beamed, dabbing away her tears. "You're right. Sorry, it's just..." She halted, nibbling her lip. "Forget it. Thanks so much."

"Good, time to set aside the gloomy feelings." Oliver agreed with a nod as they continued driving.

Arriving at the restaurant, Rebecca let out a sharp intake of breath upon beholding its opulent and immense facade.

This was undoubtedly a top-tier five-star establishment right in the city's core, adorned with exquisite embellishments across the structure and boasting a majestic entryway.

Plenty of patrons streamed in and out of the hotel, yet not a single one appeared unkempt—everyone sported elegant attire and exuded affluence.

Emma herself was somewhat stunned by the edifice's grandeur.

Her previous restaurant visit had been to a modest spot aimed at everyday folks.

She had never stepped into anything as magnificently imposing as this.

That said, the surprise didn't rattle her composure entirely.

As a seasoned lady, Emma quickly regained her poise, stepping out of the car, adjusting her outfit, and positioning herself next to Oliver.

Rebecca drew in a steadying breath to steady her nerves before trailing after Oliver, as a valet whisked away his automobile for parking.

At the front desk, Oliver stated his name, prompting the receptionist to flash a warm smile.

"Ah, yes, welcome to our Grand Royal Restaurant, sir. Please follow me; your private dining room is ready." The receptionist inclined her head to Oliver before leading them to a rear elevator.

Entering the lift, the receptionist hit the button for the eleventh level, sealing the doors securely.

Shortly after, the elevator rose, and upon hitting their floor, the panels parted once more, letting the trio step forth.

As anticipated, the area exuded splendor, with a server coming forward to escort them to the reserved chamber.

Rebecca marveled endlessly at the place's extravagant trappings—even the illumination appeared to twinkle!

Upon arriving at the dining area, the server motioned invitingly and swung the doors wide.

Within lay an expansive chamber featuring vast panes overlooking the urban sprawl below.

At its heart stood a spacious circular table encircled by plush seating.

Here, the lighting softened compared to the exterior, fostering a warm and soothing vibe.

Yet, the duo of alluring females in provocative attire, chatting by a nearby partition, captured Oliver's focus above all.

Catching his stare, they shifted their regard to him, their faces lighting up instantly like they'd spotted a prize.

One donned a scarlet chiffon gown that bared her décolletage and skimmed just past her hips. The ensemble artfully showcased her voluptuous form.

The companion, by contrast, sported a form-fitting ebony dress with a daring low cut exposing her back, and a side split that unveiled her slender, smooth thighs.

Nevertheless, both retained an air of sophistication fitting for such an upscale venue.

Oliver's gaze sparkled upon viewing the pair of stunners.

Still, they made no move to approach or engage him. Rather, they pretended he was invisible, picking up their chat and dismissing him completely.

Oliver arched a brow, interpreting this as a daring provocation.

Thus, he clasped Emma's hand and strode toward his acquaintances at the table, Rebecca coming along in their wake.

Brenda and Sarah grinned as Oliver ushered Rebecca and Emma their way.

"Ah, you've arrived. Wonderful." Brenda said softly, eyeing Rebecca. "I heard about your difficulties, but I'm pleased you're joining our celebration. Congrats on your graduation, Rebecca!"

Sarah echoed her, rising to welcome Rebecca. "Absolutely, it's fantastic having you here! You know, I owe you big for all the support during my tough times."

Rebecca warmed to the enthusiastic reception from her peers.

Though they hadn't been particularly tight-knit initially, Rebecca had consistently aided fellow students when sought. Hence, their affable exchange with her eased her tensions more than ever.

"Thanks, Brenda and Sarah. I'm thrilled to join the festivities too." Rebecca answered smilingly. "No need to thank me at all. I'm glad to lend a hand whenever possible."