Quotes About Sugar Daddy Novels & Stories

Like I was never poor. My body lightened and I let myself fall asleep. “Woaaa!!,” her mouth was open in shock. But she was happy for me. And she didn’t need to express that, “You gotta tell me girl. Don’t tell me you’ve got yourself a sugar daddy,” she said as jumped on the cushions. “Sugar daddy? Who tells you things like that? Aren’t you a minor,” I said as I wiped the kitchen shelf. “I won’t be anymore in a couple of months,” she said as she came towards me.

"I want to go shopping, visit my parents and stuff. Aren't you sitting on tons of money? I could easily help you spend it all in a matter of days, so I don't see the problem. What do you say, wanna be my sugar daddy?" "How old do you think I am?" He scowled. "Those pipsqueaks who were lounging in here are bound to have started spreading news. It'll be a matter of time before my rivals gets word about you." Sighing, he drew his chair closer to the table and shifted, reaching for his liquor which I had long forgotten about.

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.

Brice would rant his ears off 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 into his 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 is called and the moment the man is finished with him, he will just leave without a word.

"So, is that it? You're just going to give up everything you worked so hard for, just for some sugar daddy?" My mouth pops open and now I am really set off. I can't help it. He gets me this worked up, every time. So much for the calm and polite approach. "What. Did. You. Say?" I snap, gritting my teeth. He stands up, his expression remaining impassive. "I said, he's some kind of sugar daddy, isn't he?" I shoot daggers at him, my fists compressing at his suggestion. "Fuck you."

, I said. "Naa I'll just go sleep in the bathroom", he said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. "Oh yeah right, your credit card?", I asked opening my hand. "My what?" he asked. "Your credit card, I just realized that we're on a holiday and I need to spoil myself a lot, and I don't want to use my own money and then luckily I have a sugar daddy that has a glass house of millions of dollars, aren't I lucky", I said dramatically.

Her elbows slammed on the table and her palms came together in plea, "Come on… come on, Kat, you are like, my only friend. I mean, the internet now call us besties, in fact. Would you really sleep well at night knowing that your best friend is crowded with different old men and women and fighting for her life at the party as a result?" I shrugged, "I would be happy to know that my best friend is learning a few lessons about keeping sugar daddies." She groaned, throwing her head back briefly. "This again? Could you stop being little miss Judge Judy for a second, friend? I told you; the older men is truly where the sugar is at, in terms of money, obvi. I still want the younger men, though. For

We ate sitting on the grass, legs stretched out, people watching. "So," Gemma said, wiping ketchup off her chin, "any updates with your sugar daddy?" I choked on a fry. "He’s not my sugar daddy." "Oh please. The man is literally paying your dad’s hospital bills. That qualifies." I rolled my eyes. "He’s just… helping. Doesn’t mean anything." "Doesn’t it? You blush every time you mention him." "I do not."

You should go there and flaunt your stuff, you know. I raised my eyebrow at her. "What are you implying, Bea?" "Go get yourself a sugar daddy." "You can't be serious." "Completely," she said, sliding off my bed. "A girl like you can have any man. To come to a school like this you have to be loaded. Even a scholarship usually isn't enough. A lot of these guys already have millions themselves and would buy you the rest of your education in a second if it meant getting you to spread your legs."

“You didn’t say to us before that you have an affair with a drug lord. You only just have a sugar daddy as you said to me—“ “A drug lord and a sugar daddy is the same thing, Dylan.” Paul wipes his tears when John serves him another shot. Because of the tension from John Cruz’s chest, he also drinks with him from the growing anxiety. Dylan is puzzled by the way Paul acted. “Davon would kill me if he wants to. He could exile, burn or torture me!” Paul poorly exposed some whimsical chances. “It means Davon is your sugar daddy before? B-But why did you left?” John intriguingly asked. Paul tries to pick up the words he wants to say, but the alcohol takes over his body.