All Chapters of Exposed as a Sugar Baby… of My Chauffeur: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

By the time my exchange program interview ended, my name was already trending at the top of the campus forum.The comments were blowing up."Wait, isn't that Nate Durham from the finance faculty?""I heard he ranked first in the exchange program interview. Guess someone pulled a few strings for him.""Sounds like someone's bitter. He managed to land a sugar mama. If you've got what it takes, go find yourself one, too.""That woman looks old enough to be his mother. How does he even bring himself to sleep with her? Talk about having no standards."Someone had dug up my class schedule, academic awards, and internship history.Every scholarship I'd earned over the past three years suddenly looked like proof that some sugar mama was bankrolling my success.I stared at the screen for a long moment."Nate, are you okay?" Hugo Lawson, my roommate, asked tentatively."I'm fine."I scrolled through the post from start to finish, taking screenshots of every page.By the time I reache

The first thing I did when I got back to the dorm was contact the campus forum administrator and ask them to preserve the original post and its data.I waited half an hour without hearing back.Meanwhile, the post had exploded, going from just over 700 comments to more than 2,000. Someone even tracked down my social media account and dug up a photo of me at a formal event two years ago.In the photo, I was wearing a men's watch. People quickly identified it as a luxury watch worth over 30,000 dollars."Here's your proof! What college student wears a watch that expensive?""Didn't he apply for financial aid?""Get your facts straight. That was someone else with the same name.""Look at all these people scrambling to defend him. How much are they getting paid?"The watch belonged to my grandfather.Its face was worn, and it didn't even keep accurate time anymore. I'd only worn it once, on the anniversary of his death.But no one cared about that. They just needed an expensive w

By the time I got to the hospital, Donna was already out of the ER. She had four stitches across her forehead, a hairline fracture in her left arm, and dried bloodstains on her clothes."Don't worry. I'm fine," she assured me the moment she saw me, offering a reassuring smile despite her injuries."Where's the car?" I asked."It's at the repair shop," she replied."What about the dashcam?" I asked, my expression tightening with concern.Donna's expression darkened.Apparently, someone had smashed it, and now the memory card was gone.The police initially treated it as a routine rear-end collision. But while everyone was distracted by the accident, someone had pried open the car door and taken the memory card.The only piece of evidence that could prove Mom had been in the car that night.I stood beside Donna's hospital bed, one thought running through my mind—this was no coincidence.My phone rang. Patrick's voice came through, unusually grave."Nate, the person who posted t

A wave of whispers swept through the auditorium.Mark held up the documents in his hand, fixing Donna with a pointed look. "How do you explain being alone with Nate at a hotel?""Mrs. Durham got out to pick up the room key while Nate was asleep in the car. I went to get his luggage," Donna explained calmly.Mark seemed to have expected that answer. "So, you admit that you and Nate have been to a hotel together," he pressed."I admit to driving him there."Mark narrowed his eyes. "And you think that's a normal relationship?'The auditorium fell silent.Donna met his gaze. "I'm their chauffeur. What's so strange about driving my employer's son to a hotel?"Mark faltered, momentarily thrown off by her response. "Then can you prove you're actually their chauffeur?"Donna pulled a folder from her briefcase. "Here's my employment contract and my social security contribution records. And here are my bank statements showing the monthly salary I receive from the Durham family."She ha

The day before I left for my exchange program, Donna drove me to the airport. This time, she'd brought a more modest car.I sat in the back, watching the city pass by outside. "Donna?""Yeah?" she replied."You should stop driving that Bentley everywhere," I told her."Why?" she asked."People might think you're some rich socialite," I said, grinning.She glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "Then you should stop riding in my car."I raised an eyebrow. "Why?""People might think you're a sugar baby," she shot back.I stared at her for a second before bursting out laughing.Donna chuckled along with me.But once we'd settled down, my expression turned serious. "Donna, there's something I've been wanting to ask you, but I don't know if I should.""Go ahead," She encouraged me.She gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white."Do you ever feel like you've had to deal with all this just because you work for my family?" I asked.She shook her head immediately. "No