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“Take as much as you want for your tip. You can even get a house with it.” “You joke a lot, Sage, but thanks for the offer.” No longer paying attention to him, my eyes scanned the entire club in one go, and I could see the messy sight of sex, whose scent was only being drowned out by cigarettes and alcohol, but the stench of cum was still strong in the air. “Good old days.” I sighed. “Days when I used to be in my prime.” “You're barely 26, Sage. Live your life a little,” Adrian said. “You don't get to live twice.”

It was subtle, slowly but sure reeling them in, before finally going for the kill. I did a quick background check on her name, and Garry was doing a more extensive one for me at the office. "We know about your situation. We could help you. As we could also profit from you. It's a win-win. We have studied your background. As I say, we have the biggest named client. We don't let random people in. It's a very exclusive offer. We offer you to be our high paid escort. I assumed you know about sugar daddy? Well...I'm recruiting you to be our sugar baby." There, I went for the kill. She finally choked on her drink.

Two years had now become a matter of days. Dylan felt some sort of sadness that she had to make Kathrine a part of her plan. This was the only way she would be able to get close enough to Andrew without causing suspicions. Dylan had thought about everything, from pretending to be interested in Anthony, to knowing Andrew would instantly want Kathrine. What shocked her was the fact that Andrew wanted to be her sugar daddy.

“We love you, Kira. That’s why we’re worried. Blackwood has a reputation. Multiple failed marriages. Young girls he discards when he gets bored. What happens when he gets tired of playing sugar daddy?” The word “sugar daddy” hit like a slap. It was crude, but it echoed the ugly truth my family saw. Ethan leaned back, looking uncomfortable. “Look, I don’t know the guy. But if he’s making you happy and not hurting you… maybe give her a chance to figure it out?” Dad slammed his hand on the table, making the glasses rattle. “No. I will not watch my daughter throw her life away for the man who nearly destroyed me. End it, Kira. Today. Or you can forget about any support from this family. No more

"I'm 33, I'm done with the whole one week-two weeks fucking thing. I want a real deal." I scoff at the irony of that, "A real deal? From a sugar baby agency? Are you sure you're at the right platform? Shouldn't it be a match-making agency or something?" But damn, 33? He's too young to be a sugar daddy. Why won't he do things the conventional way? I'm pretty sure the girls will be lining up from here to the next country if he advertises the offer. He shakes his head as he laughs, "I know I'm at the right place, but I can't tell you more until you sign an NDA."

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.]

Despite his little mishap, his sugar daddy is wholeheartedly serving him tonight with his expert tongue and delicious body. ****😏😉****

Instead, she obediently let me knead and squeeze her butt. "Howard, I'm sorry. I won't go to bars anymore, okay? Please don't poke me with a beer bottle." As she spoke, she squeezed her thighs together so tight that I couldn't pull my hand out. The implications of her words were huge. Did her sugar daddy have some unique fetish? Did he actually shove a beer bottle inside her? Rich people these days were all rather twisted. Her sugar daddy would spend tens of thousands of dollars a month just to have her in the palm of his hand.

The mature man with a million charms managed to get her to sign a deal between sugar daddy and sugar baby. "Twenty million?" Chalondra recalled the contents of her and Dominic's agreement last night. Dominic said he would pay her every time they met. Twenty million was a figure that Dom felt was enough for Chalondra's daily allowance. Remember he was the son of a conglomerate? "Why? Didn't enough?"

Xavier shouts excitedly. That boy gets off of his Mom's arms, he takes off his shoes quickly, then running towards Ramon who is still wearing an apron on his body. "Yeay, yeay, this dinner menu is delicious," Xavier's cheering, jumping to hug Ramon who has just served the food on the dining table. "hehehe, you should consider proposing to me, " Ramon's joking while taking off the apron on his burly body, then hangs it next to the refrigerator.