All Chapters of My Troublemaker Sugar Daddy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The man's friends leaned in, their ears perked up in disbelief."Wait, seriously? Jack becomes a total nightmare when he's drunk. There's no way he'd make an exception for anyone.""I remember one time, I tried to help Jack back to his room after he got wasted. He snapped my arm like a twig.""Same here. Everyone says drunk Jack turns into the Grim Reaper. Get too close to him, and you're done for. I was young and stupid enough to test it once. I got him completely hammered just to see what would happen. I ended up with fractures all over my body and spent two months in the hospital.""The doctor said Jack has this insane self-defense reflex. When he's drunk, he doesn't trust anyone, so he attacks whoever comes near him. What makes this girl so special that she's the first person he actually trusts when he's wasted?""I don't buy it. You'll have to prove it to us."I raised an eyebrow and pulled out my phone to show my Venmo. "Sure, wire me $500 first, then I'll give you a demons

Was Derek blind? This man was the one leaning on me!I was on the verge of tears. "What am I supposed to do now?"Derek said, "I hate to ask, but could you help get him into the car and drive him home? Do you know how to drive?""Yeah, I can manage."I was still skeptical. "You two aren't pranking me, are you? Why would I be the only one who can get close to him? What about his parents?"Derek said, "His parents passed away years ago. His grandfather is his only family, but even he can't get near him when he's drunk."This was absolutely insane.I had to summon every ounce of strength I had to haul the six-foot-tall man into the car, then drive him home myself.Afterward, Derek added me on Messenger, saying he might need me again in the future.[Get lost! Not happening.]Then, Derek transferred me $5,000.I immediately broke into a smile. [Of course. Anytime you need! Don't hesitate to call, but it'll be this rate every time.]Two weeks later, late one evening, Derek sudd

The lost love stumbled backward several steps, her back colliding with Jackson, who had approached with a dark expression.Her face went pale, her voice stuttering as she asked, "Jackson, who is she?"Jackson narrowed his eyes, looking down at her. "What did you do wrong? You look terrible.""Nothing, nothing. I just sat on a plane for over ten hours. I'm probably jet-lagged and tired."Jackson was silent for a moment before saying, "I'll have Derek take you home to rest.""Okay. Yes, that sounds good."She left just like that, completely dashing my expectations.At the door, she seemed to remember something and turned back. "Jackson, your grandfather says now that I'm back, we need to start planning the wedding. We can't put it off any longer."Jackson said nothing. His tall frame blocked my view.I wanted to push past this infuriating human obstacle of a man, grab her by the shoulders, and shake her. "Girl, get it together! You're about to marry him. Use your home-field adva

"Linda, go outside.""Grandfather...""Out!"Linda glared at me viciously. "Just you wait! I won't let you get away with this.""Bring it on! A psychic once told me I'm a survivor."I rolled up my sleeves. I could lose anything except my fighting spirit. That psychic also said I had one major challenge ahead, and if I did not fight back, I would end up scrubbing toilets for a living.Mr. Channing Senior gestured for me to sit.I was not about to be polite. I sat down across from him without hesitation."I heard that when Jackson is drunk, you're the only one who can approach him.""That's right. He hired me specifically to pick him up when he's drunk. I'm not some homewrecker.""Do you know why my grandson becomes that way when he's drunk?""What else could it be? It’s post-traumatic stress disorder."Were you about to ask if I know why he has this condition? Please. How would I know all that? Sir, if you have something to say, just say it. I'm smart, and I’m blunt. Don't e

This b*stard was actually pretty pitiful. Mental wounds were hard to heal. After I left, who would take over my job of dragging Jackson home?What if he ended up passed out in the street again, using a rental bike as a blanket?Ugh, no! Pitying a man would bring me bad luck for life. Bonnie Rivera, get a grip on yourself!I just had to finish this last job tonight and leave. Otherwise, I was afraid I would fall for him.Who could resist a CEO who let only you near him when he was drunk?His lost love had already returned. I absolutely refused to sink so low as to become a homewrecker.I drove the car back to the mansion and hauled Jackson out. Like an obedient puppy, he rested his head on my shoulder, mumbling that he felt sick and wanted to throw up."Serves you right. Who told you to drink so much?"Jackson slurred drunkenly, "Wanted to remember...""Remember what? That nightmare you've been trying to forget? Aren't you afraid remembering it will make things worse?"Jackson