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asked Rully, who stared in disbelief, but immediately the wide-mouthed girl smiled after her eyes confirmed that her sense of sight was not wrong. Lucia instantly looked down in embarrassment, but she realized that even looking down wouldn't cover her embarrassment. "So, Miss Dilbert went into prostitution after quitting school?" joked Donna, eliciting laughter from her two friends. "I heard that your father's company went bankrupt. Did your father ask you to prostitute yourself in this place?" Donna continued, leering contemptuously at Lucia in the direction of Rully and Audry. Lucia's hands were clenched at her sides, her face bright red with tears already streaming down her face.

Chris would rant his ears if he did not show up later. Being a sugar baby to a very rich man is quite awesome, considering the amount of money deposited in his bank account every month for his allowance. He gets the money he needs and at the same time, the pleasure in every encounter. The man is a beast in bed but he is considerate. He takes care of his pleasure, not just his. For a sugar daddy, he is excellent and they have a peaceful relationship. His huge allowance is on time and the man is not difficult to get along with. He just needs to be in the room the instant he was called and the moment the man finished with him, he will just leave without a word.

“Your sugar daddy is gorgeous.” My blood went cold. I felt a spike of genuine, paralyzing fright. I wasn't a sugar baby. I wasn't a hoe who followed men for money. But looking at us, the expensive man and the messy, lean boy, I realized exactly how it looked to the rest of the world.

I replied immediately " Do you think that your sugar daddy will not approve of you working in a movie?" He asked with sarcasm. " Sugar daddy? What is that? " I asked and he was looking at me with confusion on his face. " Your Joseph! " He said with a weird expression. " Why did you call him that?? " " He is very old, old enough to be your dad and is very rich, and keen to have you in his arms and bed. Such old men who are interested in young girls and who are ready to spend any amount of money on them are called sugar dads. "

Sebastian's engagement to Lolita had been announced at the same time, so my classmates had a field day with me. 'The prim and nerdy Neshara Fil Mijares gets pregnant and cheats on the notorious Rocc.' I cried for days over that headline, and it had triggered pregnancy cramps. “He’s six now.” “And I have a daddy,” Sevi chimed in, stabbing his pancake with a fork until it turned into mush. I gave Dwight an apologetic smile. He didn't bring it up again. Instead, he told me about how he ended up in the capitalHe was a professional engineer now. I was happy for his success, especially since he was training to take over his father's growing construction firm.

Does whatever the fuck I tell him to. He was quiet for so long I figured he'd bolted. For a normal sugar daddy, it was an insane ask. Then he replied with one word. [Oh.] I scoffed and got ready to block him. A second later, another text came through. [Do you need me to sell my body?] [Wanna see my eight-pack?] I froze. He upped the stakes himself. I stared at the screen and slowly typed back. [No face. No real names. Once you're mine, no touching other women. Or I block you instantly.]

Mitchelle butted in, taking a moment to scan my outfit from my head down to my toe, Jealousy obvious in her eyes. "She must have slept with him and many other men after she was kicked into the streets. The same way she slept with a pimp while she was married.” Mitchelle scoffed at me, disdain dripping in her tone. ——-"Sugar Daddy? What the heck are these ignorant fools blurting out of their gutters? Mrs Mirabel is married with kids. How could she have a sugar daddy when she's married and owns a conglomerate worth billions of dollars?!” A guest whispered to his partner.

I giggled quietly at his reply. “So, what's our topic for today?” I asked. “Let's make sugar daddy happy” he answered, looking deep in my eyes. Sugar daddy? Ooh, I love this topic. “You're going to be an eighteen-year-old girl, and I will be your sugar daddy, you desperately want money to buy the latest convertible car, but unfortunately, I'm in a bad mood, and you want to make me happy to get the money” “I love this plot” I commented.

" I looked back to face him. "I have money. More than anyone can imagine. I own a house in Italy, Birmingham, Sweden, New York, California, and in about a few days here. I sold my last one. So I don't want to hear what you have and what makes you rich. I want to know what separates you from half those other rich idiots out there." He was taken back. "You have a bad attitude which probably explains why you're here with that phony. You have nothing special that every other female here doesn't have. So maybe you should be telling me what's so great about you." I walked a few inches towards him so now we were eye to eye. "I am Sugar, that's what's great about me." It was like something clicked i

he asked bluntly, his smile humorless and his eyes darkening. Cassy looked away from him, irritated by his disdain and his lack of courtesy. "Have you come to see the duchess?" she asked. "Indeed," he replied, taking a step forward and passing the note to her. "I am Zack Hardwick, by the way." "Charmed," she replied in a charmless voicemail, staring down at the note. Indeed the duchess had summoned him, although the reason for her summon was not indicated in the note.