Page 67 of Sugar Baby

Once he closes the door behind me, he steps to the front and taps on the window of the passenger seat. The driver lowersthe window, and Xavier withdraws a motherfucking money clip from his pocket and leans into the window, arm outstretched with two bills squeezed between his index and middle fingers.

“Please wait for her to enter her residence before leaving.”

The driver makes eye contact with me in the mirror before accepting the cash. “Yes, sir.”

Xavier steps back from the cab and stares at me as we pull away from the curb. I turn and watch through the back window as we pull into traffic, the lights from the surrounding buildings streaming by, until he is a body amongst the many on the sidewalk.

Turning back in my seat, I search through my bag for my phone.

Just as I get my hand around the device, I feel it vibrate.

My stomach clenches.

With a slight tremble, I pull it out and look at the screen.

SugarLife

$5,000 has been gifted to you from Brat4Us. You can find your gift in your Vault.

SugarLife

Your vault balance is $10,000.

Sweat breaks out under my bra. Ten thousand dollars. I have ten thousand dollars. I stifle a laugh with the back of my hand.

My phone vibrates again.

SugarLife

Brat4Us has sent you a private invitation.

Giddily, I tap on the notification, and the SugarLife app takes a few seconds to open.

The cab comes to a stop at a red light as the invitation opens and the message appears.

Emmy,

We had an amazing time with you tonight and would like to continue our arrangement for the rest of the weekend, if you are willing. We hope you accept.

If you choose to decline, we will validate your profile for you, so that any future daddies know you are real.

Your Daddies.

The list of kinks Derek mentioned earlier is listed as well. Below that, there is a new section.

Hard limit: Anal.

I scroll down just a fraction more, and my eyes nearly bulge out of my head.

Two red gift boxes stare back at me.

Twenty. Motherfucking. Thousand. Dollars.

To be continued . . .