Jodi Sugar Novels & Stories

But I never wanted a thing from him. I don't want him to buy me jewelry. I don't want him to take me on expensive dates. I don't want money from him, I just want to be with him. So why am I labeled as a 'sugar baby' then? Lucy says others are just jealous. I'm dating a hot and rich man, which is a reason for them to be jealous. I'm not using public transport but a goddamned Mercedes to go to school. Maybe she is right and they are just jealous, but that only reflects on me. I'm the one who wants to be invisible every time I walk down the school halls or when we have a lunch break.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket, put on a smile warmer than any capitalist's, and stepped out from the corner. My employer happened to be coming out of the kitchen with a plate of freshly cut fruit. His name was Kyle Foster, a man with an exceptionally steady presence. The designer loungewear he wore so casually probably cost more than my entire year's living expenses. "Mr. Arthur Wilder, come have some fruit," Kyle said with a smile. "Roobs is a little clumsy. She didn't scare you earlier, did she?"

Oh, I’m sorry, it seems that I forgot to introduce myself before. Let’s start over. Hi! My name is Arianna Adler. My mom and my friends called me Ari. But I used Ann as my Sugar Baby name. Well, now that name could be forgotten. I tied my amber hair to a ponytail and stared at my reflection from the announcement board glass. With my white blouse, a black pencil skirt, and a pair of glasses, I truly looked like a typical secretary. At least, I do not look like a typical sugar baby, I thought.

she snapped. Honey laughed at her, “Sis, I just want to remind you in case you’ve forgotten. Kobe’s never met Jada 2.0, he might get the biggest shock of his life.” “O-M-G! I also forgot that Kobe hasn’t met the new Jada yet!” Bambi seconded. “He’s yet to meet the braver and fiercer Jadanela Cuevas! The pee-pee terrorist!” “What the fuck?!” Kobe exclaimed. “Calm down baby, let your nerves rest for a bit. I’m sure if you find out what Jada’s been doing since she became single, your blood will shoot up!” Honey commented.

James smirked. Footsteps suddenly sounded, followed by the waft of something sweet, lilac and vanilla in the air, both catching his attention. James stiffened and quieted, his ears twitching, his mouth watering. Absolute hunger bathed him, his stomach twisting. Good God, the woman smells divine. Must…taste…the woman…he needs her… like how he needs air to breathe... The desire and fervor did not spring from his mind, but from deep inside him. An impulse, a need. Primitive desire.

Some bullshit like ‘I’ll be 40 next month so technically I’m 39 now’. And yes, I'm fully aware 39 is not young if we were to compare with my pretend age. That's a huge, jaw-dropping age gap. I was actually talking as Sophie, the 32 year old divorcee, not my pretend persona of this 19 year old college girl. Rich? Yeah, I think so. Because seriously, if you don't have money, why would you be a Sugar Daddy? How are you going to shower us with love, since love in this business equals money and expensive gifts.

Not that I would ever tell him, but I read everything inside of that plain manila folder. Immediately the bold font on the website's home page met my eyes. Craving Sugar, the world's largest sugar daddy dating site, bombarded my senses with pictures of happy couples. Success stories. Beautiful women on the arms of what looked to be your average CEO. All smiling and flaunting their wealth. There was no doubt I had the money. I'd become a millionaire by the age of twenty-four and my net worth had vastly multiplied over the years. Scrolling down, I read through a few of the rules for the site and then logged in. Jax was an asshole and used @needpussynow for my password.

Something Rose rarely, if ever, thinks about ends with Theo's hot lips touching the warm surface of her cheek. "25 years for 25 rounds, Sugar. You don't mind? We can start after this. But I have to say goodbye to Mr. Lindsay first."

Waiting outside was a one-of-a-kind luxury car—far beyond anything Amber could have imagined. Echo Reid was no janitor. He was the sole heir to the Echo Group of Southern Altheya, part of the region’s wealthiest families. He’d hidden his true identity to pursue Amber, drawn to her beauty from afar. Now, all that affection was gone, and he felt no hesitation about accepting an offer to become a sugar baby for another heir. "I need an heir of my own, and working as a companion could help make that happen. Besides, finding someone worthwhile these days is harder than it looks," he muttered to himself.

"Just like me? Are you sure? First, I'm thirty. That is not young, at all. And second, I have a good job, so no, I don't need a sugar daddy." "And third, you're my best friend."