Sugar Man Mha Novels & Stories

Viktor claps joyfully with hands. "We also have homemade chocolate pie with almonds," the waiter nods approvingly. "You won me at 'chocolate'," I giggle. "Okay, two special hot chocolates and two chocolate almond pies," the man nods. "Be right back in five." "What's up L--" "Mallory Aubrie Cox! Where the fuck are you?!" the demanding voice of my best friend rings in my ear as I pick up the phone. "Uh... uh... Mammoth lakes," I whisper. "I forgot to tell you..."

the chairman began, clearing his throat, “while your recent… personal publicity has brought some attention to the gallery, the board is concerned about long-term reputational alignment. Several key clients have expressed hesitation.” Sophia, seated beside me as moral support (and unofficial note-taker), squeezed my knee under the table. She leaned in slightly and whispered just loud enough for me to hear, “Tell them your sugar daddy brings better clients than their dusty old donors ever could.” I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.

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.

Dahlia's POV I've been with Mr. CEO Gideon Evans for over nine years, with what status I don't know anymore. Gideon has never revealed me to everyone. They told me I was just a sugar baby, a lucky gold digger that he noticed. I looked at the expensive watch that was bought with the money I saved from contest prizes from my work. This was what I wanted to use to propose to Gideon. But he was on business trips all year round, running a company abroad, so he didn't have the opportunity to receive it. And so will the future. Because I chose to leave him.

My Nine lives were coming up. 5 YEARS AGO.. As a woman, people have certain expectations and sure have a lot to say about us. How we dress or what we wear. Limiting our abilities because of shoulders and what we do when the workday is done. But when you have the mind of a genius you have the ability to destroy and concur. And that's what I did and what I am going to do. But I was no businesswoman who is fighting for a CEO job. I was no housewife trying to repair things with my cheating. But most of all I was no Mafia leader or falling for a Mafia leader. I was Sugar. And I get what I want not caring who it hurts in the end. Because all people ever do is disappoint and ask for more than given

Sage was everything to me and I'd burn down anything or anyone who hurt her. The call beeped in my ear meaning she had ended it. A smile played on my lips as I dropped the phone. Focusing back on my laptop in hopes of getting some work done, my concentration was disrupted by a sharp knock on the door and the sound of it creaking open. I didn't have to look away from the system to know it was Mark. Only he could step into my office without waiting for a response. "Sir, Ms Roan is here to see you," He informed me, and my fingers paused, hovering above the keyboard as I lifted my head to look at him.

So many tried to get my attention but I did not give them time of the day. Then, one morning, I saw you from my office, going to school, and for the first time in years, I felt alive. It was love at first sight for me, Tanya but you were way younger than me so the only thing I could do was propose to be your sugar daddy. I drew up a contract and had you invited into my office. I offered you a black card and was also ready to pay you daily. The only condition was for you to be my sugar baby for Three years.

I immediately turned around to look after Khushi, who was busy in cleaning the dirty dishes. "The leader of the Mafia world...The great billionaire....The Mafia boss, Abeer Malhotra, has been missing since after his accident. Has he really gone missing or is he dead?", flashed on the news screen as breaking news? I immediately turned down the sound of the channel and switched off the Television so that Khushi's eyes do not fall on this news. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I got frightened. Turning around I saw, Khushi was standing with a bag of warm water.

Tonight, she was going to see Andrew once again, and she couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety. Being Andrew’s sugar baby was a choice she had made willingly, fully aware of the arrangement they had agreed upon. A decision she had made to gain financial stability and experience a lifestyle she had only dreamt of. But as she sat there wondering why she would go so low in her life. Yet she knew no one else knew about her and Andrew. With their agreement, she was only on call. A relationship between them would, should not happen.

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