All Chapters of Sugar baby to my Father’s Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

41 Chapters

CHAPTER 1: VELVET TRAP

"Sol! Table four needs a server," the manager barked. "And don't look him in the eye."Solange nodded and quickly hurried down the corridor to the VIP lounge of the Sapphire Heights, wrinkling her nose at the smell of expensive cigars and the heavy, humid scent of a desert storm rolling over the Vegas Strip.She was here to help her best friend cover his shift so he could go see his father when they’d shoved her into a uniform three sizes too small that made her feel like a piece of meat.Solange ducked into the staff restroom, her fingers trembling as she pulled the small vial from her apron pocket. It was a habit born of grief and a survival instinct she didn't quite understand.“Spray it every six hours, Sol,” her godmother’s voice echoed in her mind. “In the brothel, in the orphanage, it doesn’t matter. It keeps the bad men away.”Her godmother was dead, but the lifetime supply of the pungent, herbal mist kept arriving like clockwork, funded by a lawyer Solange had never met. It w

CHAPTER 2: OLDER MEN DO IT BETTER

The moment the penthouse door shut, Alistair’s restraint evaporated.He pinned her against the door, his large, calloused hand sliding up to grip the back of her neck with a terrifying but delicious pressure, and he slanted his lips over hers again.He was rough, but in a calculated way that made her body melt.She whimpered as his large, calloused hands slid up her thighs, bunching up her skirt until his palms met bare skin. And at the same time, his lips kissed down, finding the sensitive dip of her collarbone.He pulled back, stripping her and looking down at her like she was a rare steak and he was starving. “Goddess… You have no idea what you’re doing to me," he growled, his voice low, vibrating against her skin. "I’ve spent thirty-eight years in control, Solange. And you broke it in a single second."He lifted her, and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried her toward the massive king-sized bed, his kisses becoming more frantic, more starved.When they hit

CHAPTER 3: HOPE

Solange woke slowly, her body aching in all the ways that made her heart flutter and a strange humming in her chest. Her head was foggy, but she felt a calm she had never known, like she was connected to something that had been missing all her life. She felt… claimed, as if the night had somehow given her a small taste of home.She pushed herself up, careful not to wake Alistair, and padded to the bathroom. As steam filled the small space, she let the water run over her shoulders, breasts, and arms, enjoying the scent of soap mingling with the faint perfume of sandalwood that still clung to her. Her hands started tracing the places his had touched, wondering how one man could leave marks that weren’t only visible but also imprinted themselves on her soul.Her hand drifted down her body, following the path his fingers had taken as she remembered the weight of his hand around her neck, her humming with a current that wouldn’t fade.Growing up in the brothels, she should have been terrif

CHAPTER 4: WHIPLASH

Solange looked at him, her brows furrowing as confusion rose alongside irritation. If he wanted to insult her, he could have done it outright. “What are you talking about?” she bit back. “What smell? I literally just took a bath.” He shook his head; his eyes had a faraway look, like he wasn’t hearing her at all. “So that’s why I was so drawn to you.” He whispered, his voice trembling, barely audible. “But wh… why didn’t I smell you yesterday? ”Seeing how pale his face was getting, Solange took a step closer, but the look of shock and what looked like fear on his face made her hesitate. Something was wrong… Something had changed. The man who had looked at her so passionately just hours ago was now looking at her like he’d seen a ghost. “I only used your body wash. What are you talking about?”Her towel suddenly slipped, and she quickly grabbed it and held it tighter. She had been planning to come into the room, wake him up, and probably get a quickie before she left for her shift at

CHAPTER 5: THE POISON OF NO

Solange felt a literal snap in the center of her chest as she stared at the heavy oak doors. It wasn’t the metaphoric ache of a breakup. It was a white-hot blade of agony carved through her ribs, twisting around her heart and pulling tight.She tried to scream, but the air in her lungs had turned to lead. “What did he do to me?” she thought in panic.Her mind, fueled by years of hearing horror stories in the brothels and the back alleys of the city, went to the darkest place possible. She had heard of men like Alistair Vance: predators who hunted the invisible and the unwanted. Sadists who used girls like her for a single night of twisted pleasure before discarding them in ways that ensured they could never tell the tale.He poisoned me. The thought pulsed in her brain. He drugged me. He’s a serial killer, and I was just the latest fool.That had to be it because no “no” from a man, no matter how handsome or powerful, should make a heart feel like it was being fed into a meat grinder.

CHAPTER 6: THE GHOST IN THE ROOM

"Eat, Sol. Just two bites, please," Caspian said, blowing on a spoonful of cheap chicken broth.They were back in her tiny apartment after the hospital had discharged her four days ago, but she felt like she’d left her soul behind in Room 4002.Every muscle in her body felt like lead, and the wild energy that she had always felt in her chest since she could remember was dead silent.Solange stared at the bowl, fighting back the nausea. "I’m not a baby, Cas. I can eat by myself.""Oh, come on. Let's pretend I'm your father right now," Caspian said as he offered the spoon again, his eyes full of concern. "You're still having tremors."She took the bite just to appease him, and Caspian smiled the first genuine one she’d seen in days and then stood up to start cleaning.He moved around the small space, washing the dishes that had piled up. He’d already scrubbed the floors and changed her bedsheets."Cas, you need to go to work," she said, watching him. "You’ve missed too many shifts. You

CHAPTER 7: SOMEONE WATCHING

Solange swallowed back tears. Happiness and pride for her friend, mixed with the painful reminder of her own failure.When Caspian walked back in, rubbing his face with a towel, she acted like she'd been watching his show."I think you have a message," she said softly.Caspian grabbed the phone, his thumb swiping quickly.For a split second, a flash of pure, blinding joy transformed his face. He looked like he wanted to scream with triumph, but then, he hid it.He shoved the phone into his pocket and shrugged nonchalantly. "It’s nothing important."Solange felt a wave of sadness wash over her. He was lying to her and downplaying his entire future because he didn't want to celebrate while she had missed her opportunity.She forced a teasing smile. "You sure that wasn't your secret girlfriend?"Caspian let out a forced laugh, shaking his head. "How could I have a girlfriend when I spend all my time with you? You're my only headache."She looked him dead in the eye. "Cas, don't lie to me

CHAPTER 8: INTEREST AND INSTINCT

"You’re doing a double shift again, Sol? You look like you’re about to collapse," Martha, the head waitress at the diner, whispered as she passed a stack of heavy ceramic plates."I’m fine, Martha. I just need the hours," Solange replied, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands.She wasn't just fine; she was driven by a cold, desperate necessity. Since being discharged from the hospital, Solange had pushed her body to its absolute limit.She had resumed her shifts at the diner and the hotel laundry, and she had picked up a third job cleaning a downtown office building at night. Without the exams to study for, her schedule was a blank canvas of labor, and she needed every cent. If she couldn’t rely on scholarships, she would rely on herself.She would save enough to retake the exams next year. She would save enough to pay tuition outright if she had to. She would not let one man’s rejection define her entire future.“Someone needs to take out the trash,” one of the waitresses

CHAPTER 9: THE HUNT

She quickened her pace as she heard footsteps behind her, her heart hammering against her ribs. She then turned a corner into a narrow alleyway that served as a shortcut to her apartment.She broke into a run when the footsteps behind her sped up too.Normally, she was incredibly fast. Even as a child, she had been able to outrun the older boys in the orphanage without breaking a sweat. There was a natural, wild speed in her legs that she couldn't explain. But tonight, her body felt like it was betraying her.Her lungs burned too quickly. Her legs felt heavy and weak. It was as if the thing that had made her fast was sleeping.She was gasping for air, her vision blurring as she pushed herself toward the end of the alley.Suddenly, two men stepped out from behind a dumpster at the exit, blocking her path.Solange skidded to a halt, spinning around only to see the three men closing in from behind."Stay back!" she yelled, pulling a small pocketknife from her bag. Her hands were shaking,

CHAPTER 10: NUMBER 42

The heavy canvas bag was ripped from her head, but the darkness didn’t leave. Solange blinked, her eyes stinging from the chemical scent of the drug they had pumped into her neck. Her head throbbed with a rhythmic, pulsing pain, and as her vision finally cleared, the reality of her situation hit her like a physical blow.She was naked. Cold, recycled air brushed against her bare skin, making her shiver violently. She tried to move her hands, but they were bound tightly behind her back with thick plastic zip ties."Where... where am I?" she rasped, her voice barely a whisper.She looked around, and the breath died in her throat. She was in a large, warehouse-like hall with iron-bar partitions dividing sections like cages. Inside her section were other girls. Some are younger than her. Some older people. A few young boys, too.They were all naked and restrained. All with the same hollow, terrified look in their eyes."Hey," Solange hissed, leaning toward the girl next to her, whose eyes

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