Author’s Note: So, my lovely readers, hope you are enjoying reading so far. I am dropping another book that is as nicer as the first one. Fo enjoy y’all.
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Title: My Sugar Daddy
PROLOGUE
“You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.” -Mae West
G rowing up in a small town wouldn’t normally be a feat to overcome. But when your mom slept with every man in town (even the married ones) and you lived in trailer, no one wanted anything to do with you. Parents didn’t want their daughters hanging around with the fatherless girl with an easy mom. It made them uncomfortable.
Since I was fifteen years old, I had worked at the diner where my mom waitressed. When all the other high schoolers were joy riding and partying, I was cleaning tables and sweeping floors, saving every tip I ever earned in a glass mason jar in my bedroom. My childhood wasn’t horrendous, but I had to teach myself and take care of myself… a lot. In those years, I learned a lot about life and what life I wanted to have. I realized that to escape a life like my mother’s, I had to work really hard-it wasn’t a choice; it was necessary for a better life-the life that I knew I had to have.
I got through high school with no friends, never attended any dances or football games, but came out of it with a full-ride scholarship to a prestigious school on the West Coast. I knew this scholarship was the beginning of my life.
I moved into my dorm, eighteen years old with my waitressing tips rolled up in a sock and secured with rubber bands, tucked away in the bottom of my suitcase. Ready to have a fresh start. My roommate walked in, commanding my attention with her perfect manicure and expensive clothes. I expected her to be a snob but she hugged me tightly, introducing herself as Kyra, and we became inseparable instantly. We had extremely different backgrounds, we would learn after living together for two going on three years, but we worked together as best friends so very well. The full-ride scholarship I earned was giving me a wonderful education but she was giving me a life.
She introduced me to having a social life-something I never had before. We studied together in the library, sipping chai teas and giggling about the cute boys filtering in and out. We stayed up late watching movies and spent weekends hiking the nearby trails, stopping to picnic and take photos for her Instagram. She was lively and fun, a girl who everyone loved. And I felt lucky to call her by best friend. Kyra was the best part of my life, by far.
Boys and men loved her. She loved them, too, and partied often-the only thing that we didn’t have in common. On the nights she went out to party I would stay in and read a book on my eReader-a gift Kyra had given me for my birthday a month after we met. I had little desire to drink and even less desire to mingle with the immature frat boys that trailed around after her. I didn’t want to be a virgin forever, but I didn’t want to concede and give myself away to a nobody.
And about the time that I started to feel like I may be a virgin forever, Kyra and I decided to move back to her Dad’s house for the summer. See, we were juniors in college now and we’d outgrown the dorms. The money I’d saved from working at the ice cream shop and Kyra’s endless supply of funds had landed us a great apartment downtown-an open loft with lots of natural light and wood floors. It was the most magnificent place I’d ever laid eyes on. But Kyra wanted things repaired- “we aren’t living here until the plumbing is fixed and they paint over these disgusting water spots,” she demanded, scrunching her nose up at the landlord. In my life, I’d never commanded the attention of anyone, let alone made someone simply do things for me. But Kyra had a magic about her.
In the meantime, we’d already given up our dorm room so we decided to have a summer adventure. I didn’t need any extra credits from summer school so she told me we’d drive a couple hours south of the university where her Dad lived. She talked about her Dad frequently-she painted the picture of a successful, wealthy, recluse. “He’s rarely home but when he is, he keeps to himself unless I drag him out to do something. It will be good. He won’t care at all,” she promised, after I expressed to her that I couldn’t possibly impose on him for months.
I could say from the moment I laid eyes on him, I was attracted to him. But it began before that. It was something I’d never experienced before and honestly, it made me so nervous. I was worried Kyra would sense my attraction and throw me out in disgust, my most important relationship to date ruined. I was terrified. But I couldn’t help. For the life of me I couldn’t help it. And the more time I spent with Owen, the deeper I fell into the abyss of eternal fascination and attraction. But I didn’t know if I’d be able to have my cake and eat it, too. I wanted Owen, but did he want me? And more importantly, Kyra.
My best friend. My only friend. The only person to ever to see me for who I was rather than where I came from. How could I betray her? But how could I betray my heart?