Sugar Daddy Novels & Stories

“Who is it this time? Another Penelope Pout? I want a boob job, an Audi TT and world peace? No, wait… Another broke but talented artistic genius, seeking true love on Hot Daddy Match-up? You like those…” He coasted his chair across the floor, propped his elbows on my desk and jabbed a finger at my laptop. “Just look. She’s nothing like the others.” “You always say that.” He smiled. “Yeah, but I don’t always mean it.” I minimised my document and called up his email. Hot Daddy Match-up! You have mail! I hovered over the link, then folded my arms. “So, give me the elevator pitch. Why this one?”

I sat on the huge cozy couch in front of daddy and his sugar blonde baby… he looked at me and thought that I came to him to be one of his sugar babies. “I’m Lena…” I looked at him and inhale deeply “I’m your daughter” I said as I looked at him who sat in front of me, rests his hand on the sugar baby’s shoulder. He sat in silence as he heavily sighed and stared at me “Holly shit” He said. I sat in silence as I waited for him to say more… “How’d you find me?” He said as he cleared his throat. My dad is a rich man with a bunch of property and sugar babies.

Every second. I leaned back into the coach,my gaze locked with the lady who stared back at me in the mirror. The blonde hair, the sharp bangs, I loved it all. The corner of my lips curved into a small, secret smile. When I said “sugar daddy,” I wasn’t even thinking of someone different. I knew exactly who I was describing. Salvatore. The name itself felt dangerous to think about. He wasn't exactly a sugar daddy but he was a little older than Marcus.

She'd somehow landed herself a taste of the wealthy life. I had to admit, this sugar daddy’s taste was, to put it mildly, quite peculiar. "No, not at all. Ms. Lawrence looks like a kind, family-oriented woman." I practically bit down on the words "kind" and "family-oriented". Mom coughed guiltily and hurriedly held a peeled grape up to Kyle's mouth. "Kyle, sit down and rest. Leave tutoring the child to Mr. Wilder." Kyle casually took hold of her hand. Though he was smiling, there was an unmistakable sense of control in his voice.

"Why are you with him if you don’t like him?" "Haven’t you heard of the sugar daddy-sugar baby relationship?" Alice asked, and Mary shook her head in the negative. "Basically, he will cater for all my needs and spoil me, while I try my best to give him the best of sexual pleasures." Alice explained, but Mary's mouth still hung open. All this was new information. "Wow." Mary exclaimed, at a loss for what to say. She couldn’t even imagine it.

I say as he tilts his head and watches me, his own lips twisting into a delicate smile. "How did you get involved in this?" As he takes a sip of his water, ice crystals clink on the goblet, he asks. "My friend Poppy, she has an um, well, she's done this kind of thing before" I'm hesitant to use the right terminology; I'm not even sure I know what they are. "She has a sugar daddy?" Rhodes affirms, and I nod in agreement. I'm not sure if it's the word'sugar' or 'daddy' that bothers me the most, or if it's the mixture of the two.

Men in expensive suits walk confidently through the revolving doors while women in designer dresses glide across polished marble floors. It doesn't look like a hotel; it looks like where rich people go to discuss buying countries. “This place has a smell.” Sandy frowns, “What smell?” “Money.” A laugh rips from her throat, “You can smell money?” “I can smell bankruptcy.” My bankruptcy, because if this marriage falls apart, my father will personally throw me into the street. The driver clears his throat, “We are here.” Neither of us moves. “Sophie.” I look at her, “Yes.”

Even if it is just a one-night stand. He sees all this in the way people look at him. Young people who just want a night of fun. A single mother who wants to feel young again. A woman who wants to feel like a woman and not a mother. A man who is looking for a rebound after a breakup with his ex. A billionaire who suddenly realised that he had been queer all his life but keeping up appearances. “I do lots of things for fun,” she responds and drags her hands up his thighs towards where his cock is. She is thirsty; it will make it easier for him.

When there were no longer many people around, she decided to release the poison. “Are you going to have your sugar daddy [3]call my dad again?” Olivia asked, disdainfully. [1]A type of tennis, very popular among young people. [2]Fictional character from a series of books by author J.K. Rowling. [3]Older man who offers material advantages to young people in exchange for sexual favors or companionship. “I don't have any sugar daddy, girl!

I took a sip of coffee when I saw my name in red letters on the front page, I spat it out in amazement. << YENNA COLLEN, IT WASN'T ME HONEY, IT WAS ANOTHER EX, LET'S TALK, OKAY? I MISS YOU... S.D>> S.D.? He signed as suggar Daddy, Jacob is crazy, what is that not him? but the article did say so.