Lahat ng Kabanata ng No More Sweet Sugar Baby For You Daddy: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

~ MARIA BELGRAVE ~ “Are you there, Miss Belgrave?” Mr. Edwards asked. Oh, God, my father’s dead. I’m alone. There’s no one coming to save me. No apologies. No redemption. He’s gone. How do I mourn someone I hate yet loved? It hurts. I blinked at the phone as my senses returned. “Oh, yes. I’m here. Sorry, I wasn’t expecting this.” My voice breaks. I can’t cry and damage my makeup. I must return to the club. The bouncers won’t let me in if I’m a mess. “Miss. Belgrave you have an appointment with me at nine tomorrow morning and your presence is mandatory.” His words were firm, yet urgent, as if it wasn’t a choice. This call and his other attempts at calling me over the last month made no sense. How had he found my number? Until tonight, I never answered him. “Why? I was disinherited years ago. You need to check your records.” I wouldn’t be doing anything without assurances there weren’t mistakes. There’s no way I’ll be the famil

~ DAVID HARGROVE ~ I watched Maria walk through the crowded club. “Come back, or I’ll replace you, Maria Bell. You aren’t the only sweet, little, nothing around here.” I shouted over the music. Damn it, this was wrong. I threw my glass in anger. Fuck, the predatory gold-diggers were circling the VIP section already trying to get my attention proving my point. I knew they couldn’t compare to my Maria, my Angel Bella. Maria’s like no other. Tonight, she irritated me. Contradicting me like that was a mistake. Taking phone calls. Leaving my side without my permission. Excessive drinking and the crying. What did she have to cry about? How dare she act out on my dime? “Jake, what’s your take?” I discovered with disgust; Maria had drained the champagne. I ordered another. When it arrived, it was different. “Maria? It’s not my place to comment David.” Jake didn’t look up from his phone. I frowned at him. He’d not used it all evening.

~ MARIA BELGRAVE ~ I entered Josy’s apartment, and she kicked my luggage aside. Josy ignored my bags and studied me with a horrified look. I must’ve been crying. Damn it. No one’s allowed to say I can’t tonight. I just lost my father and left the man I love. I’m considering living on the streets or battling with my stepfamily for a fortune I unprepared for. No one wants me back, so I’m on the fence. Do I risk everything again and fight? If so. How? It’s not realistic. “There you are. Are you okay?” Josy asked. She ushered me into the kitchen and pushed me into an old kitchen chair. She stood there in a pair of pink fuzzy slippers and a blue nightgown with a sleep mask perched on her head. “Did I wake you?” I felt horrible when I realized I’d woken Josy. I was about to cry again when she interrupted. “No, you don’t. No more crying. You didn’t wake me. So, don’t worry. Let’s have tea. Then we’ll talk.” Josy poured two cups and set one befo

We entered the conference room, and the two representatives for Ms. Belgrave were there, as Mr. Edwards warned us. They had all the signed documents and her voting power. I’m furious. She should be here. I’d heard an earful this morning when I picked up Sabrina and Jacqueline. The ten-minute ride here had me in a mood. I expected a fat, homely looking, sad, meek woman waiting. “Where’s your boss? Why won’t she show her face?” Jacqueline asked a blonde woman. They were sharp demands, not questions. The pretty blonde in the blue suit looked up from her seat, cocked an eyebrow. I watched the back of her coworker stiffen at the coffee machine. “Good morning. Ms. Belgrave has responsibilities. She’ll return when she can. She sends her condolences, Mrs. Vines-Belgrave.” Sugar wouldn’t melt on her tongue. Executed with skill. “Since you’re making coffee. Make mine black with three sugars.” I thought nothing of it as I went to take my seat. She’

~ MARIA BELGRAVE ~ It took me several minutes to persuade David to return to the meeting. Jacqueline caused a scene when we were away, but David handled it. “You won’t be staying once we get down business Jacqueline and nor will Sabrina. There’s no point. Without a voting share, you lack influence in business decisions. Your concern is the funeral arrangements for your husband. Ensure it goes according to plan. We can’t afford a public black eye. Mr. Colins’ departure is the reason for this. Prioritize the funeral and make the media forget his mess. We need them to see this hasn’t harmed the project. Do you expect Ms. Belgrave to do all the work while you benefit from her efforts? If you don’t help Jacqueline, nothing will remain for anyone, even yourself. Understand? You and Sabrina might as well pack your bags and leave if you don’t do your part.” David didn’t mince his words with her. I didn’t expect him to say this. Jacqueline didn’t either, because of her