The Sugar Baby
In that moment, as he held me within his tight clutch; his masculine and spiced scent invading and burning the insides of my nose, I knew for sure that I was his.
His property and only his.
But he would never feel the exact same towards me.
In his eyes as piercing as they were, I was nothing more to him than just another girl like his various Claude Monet's that hung up and down the cold and lonely hallways of his hidden mansion. They valued only so much to him, but he could easily have them all replaced with the snap of his fingers.
With the desire to get out and make more money, Blaze seeks a more decent job than the one she currently has as a stripper in a sleazy and low paying club. When the train of opportunity chugs her way, she jumps on and finds herself going after a mysterious tycoon, with a false identity in need of fulfilling his every desire as his sugar baby while spying on him. The plan is once she can get this billionaire to trust her and let her in, she'll send all his dirty laundry to the one man who envies him the most, but what happens when this plan backfires and Blaze, a witty and voluptuous girl, finds herself falling for the enemy?
WARNING: NOT YOUR TYPICAL ROMANCE STORY