I AM NOTHING WITHOUT MY BILLIONAIRE SUGAR DADDY

As I stepped onto the stage at Blueborn Night Bar, the pulsating lights and rhythmic music enveloped me. I was in my element, dancing around the barpole with you and seduction. The crowd cheered, and dollar notes rained down on me. This was my world, and I was its queen.

My mother had called me a whore and cursed me right before she died, but I cared less since they never afforded me a college education. 

I definitely have to survive using my body to get what I want if my brain cells will never get used to sitting in the office and earning quite well like the educated ones.

"Hey Rose, it's your turn to dance around the barpole now," my madam had said to me when we were in one of the back rooms. "Okay, ma’am,” I replied, taking a deep breath to get myself together before climbing up the stage to wow our clients.

At the end of the day, I had gone home with about $900, enough to cater to my bills at the end of the month. 

I had worn a gold-like colour bra and a red pant, such seductive colours enough to turn men on as I twirled on the barpole in the Blueborn night bar on a esday. I noticed for the first time ever, an old man wearing simple dresses and not looking like the party type or freak. 

He was just too sad, sitting alone and having a few cups of alcohol. I had gone on to experience another worse day at work with me performing below par as I was distracted by his sad nature that day. I probably think that he is rich. 

"Hey, what's wrong with you, Rose? What happened out there?” My madam yelled furiously at me. "I'm truly sorry, ma'am; I knew I wasn't focusing and didn't show my best today on stage," I said, apologising as I was pouring my heart out to her.

"You're fired. Henceforth, Rose, I no longer trust your dedication to this job anymore," she said. She refused, and henceforth I stopped working at Blueborn night bar. I understood why I was sacked; I refused to show up unintentionally some days to work most times, and I will eventually come late too any day I show up at work due to mental laziness and fatigue, and a part of me probably wants something new too.

And so, many of my trusted customers took my number and began calling for my services for one-night stands in their various homes.

To my greatest surprise, in the middle of the day, around noon, my telephone rang as usual, as I guess it's one of those blueborn customers that probably wants me booked for tomorrow night again.

"Good day, young lady, am I speaking with Rose?" a stranger asked. "Yes, please. Who are you?" I replied to him, asking a question of my own too. "Fine, I'm Kellerman White. I watched you dance the other time at Blueborn, and I heard you no longer work there," he replied.

"Oh really! Nice meeting you, sir,” I said starstruck by hearing his voice. “How did you get my number? I may be of help too." I added.

"Never mind how I got your number, sugar. Are you busy for the night? Because I want you booked tonight.” He spoke like one who was craving so badly for my services and had the right amount of money to get me in his bed too.

"Ooh! Okay," I said, stuttering a bit, trying to find the right word to please my newest client. "Yes, sure, sure, I'm definitely going to be free tonight," I concluded in the voice of a harlot after stuttering a bit. "Okay, fine," Kellerman replied. "How much do you charge per hour?" he asked.

"Umm, anyth…,"…" I stuttered, deliberately thinking of a higher f*e. "How about $500 per hour?" Kellerman suggested. "Oh my!" I shifted the telephone speaker from my mouth, expressing my surprise at the offer at the table.

"It's fine, sir; that will do the job," I answered perfectly fine.

"Okay, we will be meeting by 9 pm, if it's fine by you," Kellerman White suggested. "All fine by me, sir," I said before he finally hung up the call. "Oh my word!! I can't believe it”, I screamed with excitement after the phone call was over. 

I’m sure, definitely not seeing any deal as mouthwatering as this, as after two and more hours with this rich billionaire, I will be going home with a thousand dollars, I thought.

At exactly 9 pm on the dot, I had made it to Mr. Kellerman's mansion, after he later called and texted it to my cell phone number also.

"Good evening, beautiful," Kellerman said after he came out from his building and welcomed me himself. 

Before I gave him a reply, I first wondered if he didn't have guards. or servants around to take care of this beautiful mansion, as I saw no security guards inside his compound. "You live here alone in this mighty house, all by yourself, sir?" I had finally spit out. "Of course, young lady," Kellerman replied, holding me by the hand and walking me into his house like a proper gentleman will always do.

"I live here alone all by myself, as you see, with no servants, bodyguards, or anything like that; that's how I like it," he added with a smile on his face. We both smiled as we got down to business immediately and had such great sex on the first night. 

My account was buzzing with dollars, I thought, as well as it was more than enough to get going with my just expired house rent. 

“Please don’t go,” Kellerman said to me, "as I want to be your sugar daddy, and I have what it takes to make you mine,” he opined. 

Everyday, Kellerman took me out, fulfilling his promise of being my sugar daddy. “Honey, I want you. I have never had a family of my own, and I will love to spend my whole life with you,” he said to me with deep intentions. “Fine!Life's going to be awesome spending it in your arms,” I replied. 

I fell in love with Kellerman more quickly than I imagined for the first time in my life. He felt the same way and noticed my feelings for him too. 

We flew round the world on our own fun tour until one day inside his private jet on a trip to Ibiza. He placed his left knee on the floor, and he brought a ring and proposed to me after seven months of dating, “Will you