His Sugar

By Hannah James

As mentioned on the cover, this is not your typical boy meets girl love story. It’s more like:
-Woman seeks a sugar daddy
-The woman then finds a sexy sugar daddy.
-The relationship begins stress-free and fun until lines get blurred.
-Tempers rise and emotions fly high and the sugar arrangement ends in heartbreak.
See, this is not your typical love story but it is an amazing, sexy and funny romance. I promise.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hannah James
• Release date: Oct 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463954072

Hannah James

I have stories that need to be told.

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HIS SUGAR

Copyright

All characters in this books are all a figment of the authors weird imagination. Any similarities to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. I don’t know how the rest goes and highly doubt anybody reads this (I know I don’t). Anyways every person in this story is fictional, just some weird characters that popped up in my head.

Copyright © Hannah James 2019

Other works by Hannah James

Being Mrs Strauss

Red: Olympus Decimated

Tainted hearts

The Marble Palace

Untamed Desire.

If you love romance, passion and strong leading women you should get the books above.

Chapter 1

Adrianne stares at the lousy cafeteria food on her plate. Not everything in the cafeteria is unappetizing but this is all she could afford, fifteen dollars an hour in a call centre living in New York does not afford a life of luxury.

Katy’s phone vibrates bringing a message, she opens it then rolls her eyes putting her phone away Bad news? Adrianne asks unconsciously.

No, just unwanted information. She says.

Dick pic?

Katy snorts Do people still do that?

Adrianne shrugs, she generally does not answer nor open any dm’s from strangers so she can not say I didn’t know it went out of fashion.

Sheryl sent me a link and some tips on how to find a sugar daddy. Katy says, she has a fiancé and they will be getting married next month. It is no secret her cousin doesn’t think much of him.

Wow, she really hates Steven doesn’t she? Adrianne asks while almost spitting out her drink.

She thinks I deserve better. Katy picks up her phone reading through a few tips on how to attract a rich sugar daddy. Tip number one: admit you are willing to sleep with men so that they can give you the finer things in life. She reads out loud, her words attracting attention from others around. A blush appears on her cheeks.

Please say it louder Katy. Adrianne mocks.

I’ll just forward this to your personal email. This is ridiculous. She says shaking her head and forwarding the message.

The two finish their lunch and go back to their desks. It is only after Adrianne is in the subway after work going through her Instagram and double clicking on the pictures that she remembers the email.

Sheryl is very detailed, telling her cousin which sites to join and which ones not to. There is a Never list and a fucking must do list.

Never

1. Join a sugar daddy site ( they are filled with men looking for a prostitute and not a sugar baby)

2.Answer to those sleazy posts of old men social media flashing money and claiming to want to spoil you, THEY ARE COMPLETE FRAUDS!!

3.Be coy about what you want.

4. Meet with a man in his apartment alone when meeting the first time (unless you want to end up cut in pieces in a trash bag!!!)

5. Post basic bitch pictures like your work bestie Allison or Adrianna, what ever her name is. (I’ve gone through your profile and most of your pictures are completely basic, delete them and pleeeease don’t post anything when you are not in makeup unless you are sending it from a foreign country with a beautiful background but either way, mascara and lip gloss are your friends.)

Adrianne is a bit offended that Sheryl does not even remember her name, she gave the stupid girl a place to sleep just two month ago when she came for new years eve. Her stop comes and she puts her phone in her pocket, going to her overly priced, small apartment.

The rent is ridiculous but it is a safe neighbourhood and she doesn’t have to share her home with anyone. A notice is stuck on her door and she rips it off, her eyes growing large.

Rent is going to be increased by twenty five percent Well fuck. She sits on her bed after locking her door. I’ll have to take on extra hours, that means bye sleep. She murmurs to herself.

Her mind drifts off for a while and then she remembers the message she was reading. Still on the Never she continues reading.

6. Do one night stands with the men. You are looking for a situation that will exist for more than three weeks at least. (You are a sugar baby and not a prostitute know the difference!!)

A snort escapes Adrianne Prostitute and sugar baby can be used synonymously.

7. (Well this isn’t really a don’t but a preference. Some men are into some freaky shit like taking you on a yacht with their friends and shit on your chest (don’t be surprised it’s really a thing). You make mad money from those things like $80,000 for one weekend but you have to do everything you are asked to. So take this as a caution if you will be into that.)

Adrianne eyebrows almost touch her hair line, who on earth fantasies about shitting on someone during sex? But $80,000 is a lot of money. She sits up and a thought crosses her mind and immediately she shakes it off.

Fucking must do

1. Join a normal dating site but state your intention e.g.  I want a sugar daddy, I want a rich older boyfriend who will spoil me with luxuries.

2. Go out to nice places and take pictures if you want nice things, show that you’ve experienced nice things before.

3. Fix your face, not major surgery but learn how to do your brows at least. Jeez

4. Get a passport. Dot talk about wanting the finer things when you can’t even legally leave the US mother fucking A.

5. Own the fact that you want a man to provide for you.

After she list a few ‘recommended’ dating sites with links. Adrianne rolls her eyes and puts her phone away going to prepare her meal.

Tomorrow she will have to ask her boss Ross about getting a few more hours, or she could move into a cheaper place. She shakes the thought out of her head, not after working so hard to have a place of her own. Moving forward is Adrianne’s motto since her father kicked her out at age seventeen after her mother died and he got a new wife.

She moved out of Pinewood Rock with nothing but a bus ticket and a backpack, slept on the streets for three days, she vowed never to experience that ever again, never get back to the life she lived and the cold nights on the streets on an empty stomach.

Leon sits comfortably at the back of his Bentley looking at the notes on his iPad. The traffic is heavy and a few light showers are falling. In his highly tinted vehicle, he can easily see what is outside but the people outside can’t see him.

He looks at the miserable lot of them, shoulders slightly slouched and heads bent with coats pulled close to their bodies to shield them from the persistent showers as they head to their jobs. One thing he admires about them however is that they have time to build meaningful relationships, at the end of the day when they clock out, they have time for friends or lovers, a luxury which he can’t afford. As the owner of a multi billion dollar company ranging from construction to some shares in various companies in Silicon Valley, he is on call 24/7. He woke up at five in the morning and was in his office by six having his first meeting before he leaves for Japan. He is only planning to stay a few hours in Japan after the meeting, he will have to sleep on the flight coming back to New York.

He has busted his balls since he was twenty-three after took over his father’s construction company, true his story is not a rugs to riches, Luxen Co. was a six million dollar company when he inherited it at twenty three after his parents died on a ski trip but he has managed to transform that six million into a twenty six billion dollars in twelve years.

His personal mantra is hustle like you are still broke and he still does though he has never been broke, at a very great cost of any romantic relationship.  He remembers the dating app on his phone and takes a few minutes going through some profiles. After swiping left on all of the twelve he has seen he puts his phone away and getting back to his work.

It is not long after that he arrives at the airport and in good time before the flight starts off. He finds a serious looking Ashley waiting for him Good morning sir. She says.

As his senior secretary she had decided to go ahead to the airport and make arrangements which he does not have to make. Good morning Ashley. He says as they both check in and walk to the terminal. The large Boeing flight is taking in passengers. He would have gotten into his private jet and left for Tokyo but recently he has been making changes to his company, being environmentally conscious mostly for the public opinion. He has an acquaintance who booked a whole Boeing to Madrid. A picture was taken and he had been shredded on social media. The backlash mostly came from people who thought he was too extravagant little do they know that such luxuries are the norm for the ultra rich. His shares had dropped to half overnight, even though he has recovered now the dent was too big and not easily forgotten.

Adrianne knocks gently on her supervisors door, Come. The faint voice says from inside and she turns the knob then gives him her best polite smile. The thought of being in here with Ross gives her the creeps. At the last Christmas party, he had grabbed her ass and winked.

They next time she came across him at work she asked him why he did it and he profusely apologised claiming he did not remember doing it as he had a little too much to drink. He also gave a speech about how much he loves his wife and three kids and would never do anything to knowingly hurt them. Adrianne gave him a pass, he had after all apologised right?

His apology seemed sincere at first but two weeks later, a job opened. By all qualifications and dedication she was the first pick of the job but he ended up giving it to a newly employed worker Dylan. Adrianne had gone to Ross’ office to ask him where she fell short and places she could improve but he shrugged and told her that is was definitely not her soft sweet ass that failed her followed by a lewd look in her direction.

She told him she will report him for sexual harassment after he said that and he said no one will believe her especially since she was just passed for a promotion, the accusations will seem malicious and stemming from a bitter place.

The most horrible part about it is that she had no choice but to continue working there. The pay was decent and all she had to do was ignore him and focus on her job right?

How can I help you miss Quinn? He says with some smugness. His light brown hair is combed to the side to hide his eminent baldness with too much gel, she wonders how his wife let’s him leave the house like that.

I was wondering if I could get more hours.

He sits back in his sit More hours? So you need a favour from me? He asks slowly.

Never look back she silently mutters the mantra in her head, deciding not to let her recent history with him cloud her goal Yes, I am asking for a favour. She says the words sound easy when said out loud but were dragged from a place of heavy disgust.

Well let me see what I can do then. He says opening the screen on his computer. His one eye on Adrianne scanning her body and his other eye falsely looking through his computer. He can tell her body is on high defence, not wanting to be in the room anymore, asking a sexual favour from her will be pointless as it is obvious she finds him repulsive.

He begins to tut his tongue and draws in air dramatically Unfortunately we have no more hours to be worked for now miss Quinn. He tells her.

Oh? Is her response, she knows he is blatantly lying.

Yes, nothing or as you say it in Italian niente. Right? He ask proud of himself for using another language. The funny part is that she doesn’t know a word of Italian, he might be right but right now a gnawing disappointment grows.

Right. The small sound comes out.

However I could try and move some things around and give you a few extra hours if you are much nicer to me.

Nice to you? She asks.

Yes, don’t look at me like you bit into a lemon whenever you see me, and a favour, as they say quid pro quo. He wags his eyebrows in a lewd manner looking at his dick.

Vomit rises to Adrianne’s throat, the last thing she would want to see is Ross’ dick, it is probably as pasty as the rest of his body. The disgust in her face is obvious.

You do not have to accept now, just go and think about it.

Her nails bite into her palm as she walks out and slowly goes to sit on her desk, cursing disgusting Ross and shutting off her eyes.

He leaves his office and when he sees her not working and shaking with indignation he comes to stand directly in front of her, in a loud voice for everyone to hear speaks out Miss Quinn you are paid by the hour. I would appreciate if you stopped stealing company time and did your job.

Adrianne closes her eyes and composes herself then turns to him Am sorry sir, it is just that time of the month and my cramps are killing me. Would you mind if I went to the toilet to sort myself out. She says.

The men in the office all revert their eyes back to the screens and so do the women the look of disgust on his treatment of her while she is not feeling well is on all their faces. Ross feeling like the scam bag he is nods as she stands up with her phone.

The first thing Adrianne does when she gets in the toilet store is take off her jersey and scream into it, anger blazing. The nerve he has, as if she would ever touch him with ten foot pole. If she were to whore herself out it would definitely be something that is worth it not for money to barely cover her bills.

Whore herself out? A calmness comes over her and she begins to wonder if she has the nerve to do it.

Chapter 2

Adrianne knows her bills need to be paid, she sits on the toilet and pulls out her phone. Typing into her Google the name Reach.com, a dating site Sheryl recommended. Quickly she fills in her information and her credit card number, a few questions are asked which she answers.

Interesting fact about you? The site requests, she takes a moment to think. I’ve been homeless before, She immediately brushes it off, it’s too sad. Maybe something political, nah, she thinks again. She looks up at the stark white toilet ceiling, a small spider crawls slowly. When she lived on the street and later some places she had rented, Adrianne had seen a fair share of spiders and learnt not to freak out when she sees one.

If you are scared of spiders, I will kill them for you then puts muscles emoji after the words and presses next.

Age range of the man you prefer? It asks her again. Someone older definitely. Someone in their thirties to mid forties, by that age they must have their shit together. Adrianne turned twenty-five on the eleventh of January and has never dated anyone more than three years older than her. She always found the guys she dated childish, maybe someone older is something she needs.

After finishing setting up her profile she steps out of the stall and looks in the mirror, she is not ugly. Her eyes and mouth are definitely her best feature, her ex’s have said so. Her lips are full, eyes are blue, very blue with long light brown hair, the colour reminds her of Ross and she has a thought to dye it a completely different colour maybe a deep red or blonde.

The color also reminds her of her father, she hates that man. While married to her mother he was a complete piece of shit. He always made her mother feel like he did her favour when marrying her. Adrianne always wondered why her mother stayed with him, she would have done much better than him. Then again, she was not the best mom out their, she always put her husband before her child.

No pictures were uploaded after going through her whole gallery, fucking Sheryl was right, none of them were ideal unless she was looking for an middle income man. Most of her pictures are taken at her apartment with no makeup on and some are pictures of the meals she cooked.

She can’t afford a night out today but she can go to a nice restaurant, it doesn’t have to cost her anything since she won’t be buying anything. She dials a number after another quick Google search and books a table for two for tonight.

Table for two for Adrianne Quinn. She says clutching to her purse, this place is expensive and she would never eat here. The waiter looks at his screen and smiles after finding her name.

She is wearing her best dress, black with just a hint of enough of her ample cleavage not to make it lewd, it is body hugging to show of her curves and hair left to fall freely in loose set curls. She looks hot and she knows it.

This way please. He says and shows her the table.

Another waiter comes immediately Good evening, my name is Marco and I will be your waiter today.

Thank you Marco but I am not ready to order yet, my date has not arrived. She lies.

He smiles and nods "Would you like to look at our wine list while you