Like Candy Part One: Miss Candy Baby

By Candy Jackson

Get money and break hearts, thats Candys motto. Every man shes ever met has been nothing but a means to an end for her until Loon sweeps her off her feet, and she falls in love with everything about him. Hes a thug and a gentleman and, in her eyes, the perfect match. But after he crosses her, she instinctively turns cold and tries her best to ruin his life while hers flourishes. Unfortunately for Candy, Loon is not one to be played with.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 23, 2017
• ISBN: 9781524592325

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Copyright © 2017 by Candy Jackson.

ISBN:      Softcover            978-1-5245-9233-2

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Rev. date: 03/16/2017

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Contents

Chapter 1 The Money Maker

Chapter 2 The Wife

Chapter 3 The Boss

Chapter 4 Money on My Mind

Chapter 5 Fed Up

Chapter 6 The Hater

Chapter 7 The Main Attraction

Chapter 8 On To the Next

Chapter 9 Two Can Play That Game

Chapter 10 Unlovable

Chapter 11 Lord Have Mercy

Chapter 12 Bonnie & Clyde

Chapter 13 You’ve Been Served

Chapter 14 Still I Love Him

Chapter 15 Loving My Man

Chapter 16 New City, New Me

Chapter 17 For better or for Worse

Chapter 18 Searching For Candy

Chapter 19 Two Steps Ahead

Chapter 20 Shit out of Luck

Chapter 21 Life’s Great

Chapter 1

CANDY

The Money Maker

Beep…Beep…Beep… My cellphone alarm rang out. I had it pre-set to go off every Saturday and Sunday morning at 6:00am. This is to remind myself that all dates are officially over and it’s time to go. I silenced the alarm and out of the corner of my eye I could see that King was sound asleep, in my bed. Is this fool tripping? He knows very well that I don’t do sleepovers. I thought to myself. King has never slept over before and I am confused as to why he thinks that now it’s okay, but at the same time I do feel a little flattered that he doesn’t want to leave.

Aye boy! I yelled as I shook him from his sleep, You got to get your ass up. You know the rules honey, no sleepovers. King didn’t budge, he simply looked at me with a half-smile as if I was joking. Come on now, get up. Your wife is going to be mad at you. I joked which quickly turned his smile into a frown, but he didn’t respond on my snide remark.

He just sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes before he began dressing himself. She’ll be alright. He said nonchalantly as he pulled up his pants. What I would like to know is why I don’t smell bacon and eggs cooking right now? He said trying to change the subject. Oh I’m sorry sweetie. Did you want some toast and grits to go with it? I asked as I sat up and began rubbing his shoulders. Hell yeah, that’s sound perfect. I like cheese in my grits too. He answered as he sat back down like he actually expected me to get up and cook breakfast for his ass. Boy you must have me twisted with your wife. It’s six o’clock in the damn morning and SHE does not cook breakfast, because SHE is single. I said referring to myself in third person. Not to mention you need to be on your way home anyway because my schedule today is hectic. I lied, really I had nothing but shopping planned for the day. Tell your wife I said hello. I mumbled as I rolled over, and pointed to the nightstand And don’t forget to pay your toll.

King just shook his head and leaned over to kiss my cheek. Just make sure you’re at the club tonight, and don’t be late Candy, I can’t afford to lose no more money behind your ass. He said as he finished getting dressed trying to switch into boss mode, but I wasn’t fazed by his attempt to take control, because I know that I am the boss in this situation. I know men need to feel like they’re in control of everything so I just play along, for now. You know I got you baby, don’t worry. I whispered in his ear as I gently sucked his earlobe, You just have the crowd ready for me, and I will bring the Candy. Okay Daddy? I said in my best sexy voice.

I could feel his demeanor soften as he rubbed his hand down to his manhood. It was already hard as a rock, letting me know he was ready for a second round. Now can you lock the door on your way out please? I said with a slight smirk on my face Last night was fun, same time next week? I asked. King smacked his teeth and reached into his pocket to toss a stack of hundreds on the bed. Bye Candy. He spat as he turned the lock and slammed my door.

I know King really hates my straight to the point, no strings attached attitude but I could care less. He knew what it was when we first started messing around. I fuck with him for his money. I don’t love him, hell I barely even like him, but he’s always paying and I love money so I deal with him. Somewhere along the line King fell in love, but to me he is just another trick, and tricks get no love.

I don’t do anything for free and I definitely don’t do relationships. My client list contains politicians, ball players, rappers (from local to industry), and of course dope boys. Most of them are married, which doesn’t bother me, but they all have to pay to play.

Personally I think that all men want from me is sex anyway. In my eyes it’s a business transaction. They want sex and I get to bust a nut and get paid for it. It’s a win, win for me. So there’s no need to be catch feelings or try to make it out to be more than what it is, it is strictly business and I like it that way. Normally I tend to deal with married men, simply because they’re not looking for a relationship and they’re always willing to pay. Probably just to keep me quiet. Some pay cash others deposit money straight into my bank account beforehand, but everyone has to pay if they want a taste of this Candy.

Some might call me a hoe, but I’m a hustler. I simply accompany these men on dates or events as eye candy and I get paid for it. I get to hang on the arms of some of the wealthiest men in Atlanta and sometimes, if they pay enough, I may give them a happy ending. I consider myself to be a business woman.

As with most intimate relationships some guys get to clingy and when that happens I have to cut them off, because then the situation only becomes stressful for me. Lately King has been showing me some signs of weakness. He just can’t seem to separate the business from the pleasure. He keeps saying he wants to be with me and that he’ll leave his wife for me.

I constantly have to tell him that that’s not an option he has, but he’s seems to think that he can change me. King’s is not the first man to try to wife me up, just so they can have all this Candy for themselves. Hell If I were in their shoes and I had a bad bitch like me on the side I would probably feel the same way, but I’m not looking for love and if I was, King was definitely not be the man I wanted to settle down with. I love my lifestyle and the money I make. I get to travel sometimes across country with different types of men. Enjoying the finer things in life that I never dreamed I would ever get to experience and my beauty and my body opened those doors for me.

Why would I give up everything I have to be with a lying, man whore like King? I know I’m going to have to end things between us soon because he’s getting so caught up in the sex, it’s clouding his judgment. He’s needs to be with his wife and kids, not me. Contrary to what some people may think, I’m not a home wrecker. Almost all my clients have marital problems before I meet them, and I’m sure once I cut my ties they just move on to the next pretty face. Most of them only remain married because they have kids or an image to uphold.

Escorting is just a new side hustle I picked up a couple months ago but my main hustle is dancing at Goodies, the gentleman’s club that King owns. I had become so popular at the club I started getting offers, mostly from the older business men that attended the club to escort.

At first they would just want me to accompany them on dates, but that quickly turned to them paying me for sex. I have a few Sugar Daddies scattered across the Atlanta area but for the past two months King has consistently been my Friday night client. His wife is the manager of the club, and at first it was exciting being around her knowing I was with her husband on a regular basis and sometimes at work while she was at work we would go into one of the VIP rooms, the bathroom, or sometimes his office, which is right next to hers, and I’d let him taste a little Candy or something but now it’s kind of played out.

I’m in love with King’s money and his sex is actually pretty good, but with the way he’s been acting lately it’s starting to become more than what I signed up for. I don’t want to leave the club because I’ve made a name for myself there, so I have to try end things between us on a good note, so I can still work at Goodies.

Maybe I should back up a bit. My name is Candy, well at least that’s what my mom has called since I was a little girl. She said it’s because I would always beg for Candy and the name just stuck with me, but my real name is Zondra. I am mixed with African American and Dominican. I stand about 5ft 9in tall. My eyes are light brown in color, and my hair is naturally