Sugar Baby Lies

by C. S. Janey

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Blurb

  Acknowledgments

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Epilogue

  About The Author

  Sugar

  Baby

  Lies

  A novel by

  C.S. Janey

  Sugar Baby Lies ©2014 by C.S. Janey

  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this book may be reproduced in any form, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review or article, without written permission from the author. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Front Cover Design by James, GoOnWrite.com

  Back Cover Design by C.S. Janey

  First Edition: May 2014

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  Dedication

  ~*~

  To those who have woken up one morning and realized…

  Everything they need is right in front of them.

  It’s never too late to begin a new day.

  And it’s never too late for love.

  So just reach out…

  You might be surprised at what you find.

  A sugar baby in love. A doctor with a heartbreaking secret. And a love neither of them ever expected to find.

  Lucy McPherson struggled all of her adult life to take care of her daughter and later, her mother. At the age of twenty-eight, she became a ‘companion’ to Bradley Blackwell, seeing him one weekend a month and being compensated handsomely enough to ease her worries.

  Two years in, Lucy realizes she’s broken rule #1 and fallen in love.

  Afraid of losing him, Lucy keeps her feelings private, only for Bradley to begin acting strangely and breaking the rules himself.

  When she finds out the past that Bradley has kept hidden from her and the world, she begins questioning their whole relationship.

  The revelations leave her wondering if she is truly the one with the most to lose…or if he is.

  Acknowledgments

  ~*~

  First, thank you to all my fans who waited patiently for this story, which I know is many months late. I truly hope you enjoy it.

  Second, thank you to Jennifer Bush, of Jen’s All About Books, for reading this story as I worked on it and gave me all the confidence I needed to know this story ended up exactly as it should have. You’re the best!

  And third, thanks to my wonderful friends who support me every day: Dana Leah, Christina Turner, Danielle Taylor, Christa Simpson, Jasmine Castaneda, Jenn Luckett Mooney, Douglas J. McLeod, Crystal Blue, and anyone else I may have missed.

  Prologue

  Damn, he was sexy.

  Lying on the bed naked, the luxurious black satin sheet drawn up to my chest, I watched him.

  Bradley William Blackwell was a magnificent man with an even more impressive bank account. Forty-five years old, he was six-foot three, handsome with charcoal grey eyes, a head full of black hair that was greying at the temples, broad shoulders and long, muscular legs. He also happened to be one of the best orthopedic spine surgeons in the country.

  And he was all mine. Well, for the moment at least.

  He turned back from the wardrobe with a light blue button up shirt in hand, shrugging into it as he walked back over to the bed. Leaning over, he kissed me on the lips.

  “Morning,” he murmured before straightening up. “I have to get going to the hospital in a few minutes. When is your flight?”

  “Mmmm, noon,” I replied, looking at the clock on the side table to discover it was only six thirty. “I’ll leave for the airport at nine.”

  He nodded as he buttoned up his shirt, already distracted by the work filled weeks ahead where we would be separated. We only saw each other once a month, for forty-eight hours. Sometimes, even that time ended up being interrupted by his work.

  Opening the drawer of the nightstand, he pulled out his checkbook and filled one out. Handing the check to me with a smile and another kiss, he went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Placing the check on the nightstand, I reached for the comforter and brought it up to cover me, burrowing under them for warmth. I wasn’t in a rush to get up as all my stuff was already packed and ready to go.

  At the sound of the bathroom door opening, I turned over and found him standing next to the bed, grinning. Sliding out from under the blanket and off the bed, my body fit flush against his thanks to his close proximity. Noticing his tie was undone, I smiled at him softly as I grabbed both ends of it in my hands.

  I didn’t do it for him because he couldn’t tie it himself, because he could. But when I told him it was one of my favorite things to do for a man, he made it my thing when we were together. He stood motionless as I performed my duties. Breathing him in, the spicy scent of his cologne made me wish we had time for a quickie; his thoughts must have bordered on mine as he slid one hand down to cup my ass.

  The other hand clasped the back of my neck when I finished, his grey eyes burning into my green ones as he brushed his lips across mine once more.

  “Will you miss me?”

  I knew the answer. “Of course.”

  I also knew not to ask the question in return.

  A ghost of a smile against my mouth before he let me go. “Have a good trip, Lucy.”

  “I will.”

  He nodded, picked up his wallet and keys off the dresser, and left the room. Moments later, the main door closed and I knew he was gone. I had a key but only used it to let myself in and out if he was not home when I arrived.

  Sitting on the edge of the bed, I sighed and ran a hand through my shoulder-length curly brown hair, wincing as I ran into a snag with a bit too much force. Letting out a breath, I picked up the check and stared at it.

  ‘To: Lucille McPherson’ he’d written in an elegant handwriting I was frankly quite jealous of.

  For an amount most people had to work really hard for all month long.

  In the memo area, he’d written “personal assistant pay” and I laughed out loud.

  Even after two years, I chuckled when I saw those words.

  I wasn’t a personal assistant.

  I was a sugar baby.

  And he had no idea that I’d broken rule number one.

  That I’d fallen in love with him.

  Chapter One

  When It All Began

  Becoming a sugar baby had started innocently enough.

  Ever since I’d given birth to my daughter Annalina at seventeen, I struggled financially. I’d been young and dumb and in love with a boy who wasn’t good for me. Born eight weeks prematurely, I loved her the moment I laid eyes on her. She spent the first few months of her life in the hospital and I refused to leave her side.


  My mother, a single parent since our father had died when I was eight years old, tried her best to help me out. With two older brothers and two younger brothers, I was the only girl. We’d all been hurting and she definitely became lax in her parenting once she’d gotten a job. Trying to parent five children alone and work full-time, it had been hard for her and I certainly hadn’t made it easier.

  Due to my birthday, I was a year behind in school and my daughters birth came in the middle of junior year. Unable to handle her medical issues and school, I dropped out. Never one to do all that well in school anyway, it hardly upset me that I needed to quit. So with promises to my mother that I would help out around the house in addition to taking care of my daughter’s needs, I stayed at home.

  Exhausted as I was, I kept my promise. I had my license so I’d drop my mother off work and run my siblings to appointments if they had any, in addition to my daughters’ numerous appointments as well. I cooked and cleaned the house, really showing my mother for the first time in a long time how much I appreciated her.

  I loved the fact I got to see my daughter every day, never missing a moment. Her father, a mere year older than I, got a part time job to pay a minimum amount of child support but never came to visit me or his daughter. On her second birthday, he died. The passenger of someone who had been drinking, they veered over the center lane and were hit straight on by a semi. Even though he’d never come around, I cried for my daughter who would never know her father and for myself. As long as he had been alive, I could hope that one day, he would change his mind, but his death meant there was no way to avoid the truth. Except for my family, me and my daughter were all each other had.

  My daughter entered school a year late due to some developmental delays. By then, I was twenty-three, only one of my siblings still lived at home besides me and my mother had finally remarried. I attempted to get my G.E.D only to fail it twice. I had always been a poor test taker and this wasn’t any different. In order to make some money of my own, I worked when my daughter was in school for the local fast food chain and slowly worked my way up to shift supervisor. Unable to go any higher due to my lack of education, my wage topped out at a rate that still wouldn’t afford me the ability to live on my own.

  Even though my mother didn’t mind us living with her, I did. Ashamed of the fact I couldn’t support myself without her assistance, I spent endless amounts of time trying to find a better job. Without an education though, many doors were closed to me. It was during a lunch with my friends — Angel, Jackie and Maggie — when I was just shy of turning twenty-eight where everything changed.

  “Well,” Jackie said, taking a draw of her cigarette before blowing it out softly. “I heard this coworker say that she found another way to make money.”

  We were discussing our situations. It seemed as if we did that a lot and perhaps we did. Our lives revolved around work, our children if we had any, and men. A sad state of affairs, but considering I couldn’t afford to do anything except work and sleep, the one lunch a month seemed to be our only time to connect. Unlike most people, we didn’t even own cell phones.

  “What she doing, prostitution?” Angel, who was anything but, asked with a smirk.

  “Nope. Not technically.” Jackie grinned, leaning toward us to whisper. “She’s a sugar baby.”

  I’d never heard this term. As Angel and Maggie pulled back and gasped, I looked at Jackie, confused. “What’s a sugar baby?”

  She rolled her eyes at me and sat back, taking another drag of her smoke. “You know, where men pay for ‘companionship’ — well, at least on paper.”

  For a moment I didn’t understand, but then I gasped too. “She gets paid for sex?”

  “That’s prostitution!” Angel said, frowning. “I just said that.”

  “Nah. You don’t get paid to have sex. You spend time with them, and…” Jackie sucked in a breath before laughing. “Sex is just a bonus. Ya know?”

  I sat back in my chair, questioning why someone would do such a thing.

  I’d never do such a thing, I thought. Or would I?

  The more I considered it, the more I wasn’t so sure I was against it. After all, I’d always been desperate for money. It sucked, but that was my reality. I needed money, yet I’d never considered selling my body. If I had wanted to do that, I could’ve just stripped.

  Yet Jackie’s words wouldn’t leave my mind and that evening, I searched for the term ‘sugar baby’ only to have an unholy amount of sites pop up. I didn’t sign up at first.

  I went to work, came home, looked again and shut it down. For days, this went on until finally, I became brave enough to choose one that looked the most legit and signed up for it. I filled out my profile, refusing to put my pictures up but saying they were available on request due to privacy reasons. The site put up a reminder that said, “Having a profile picture will get you noticed” but I ignored it. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to do this, so I answered the questions with as much honesty as I could.

  I went on for a week after, waiting and waiting for someone to send me a message. Nothing. So I put in more of a description of myself and again, no messages.

  Finally, I gave in and put a picture of me, but with sunglasses on my face. The picture, a rare one of me smiling, seemed to do the trick. I had men messaging me and I took my sweet time reading all their information.

  Until I came across Bradley. I knew then that he was the only one I’d even think about doing this for.

  And, after a few email exchanges and phone calls, came the invitation to come out and meet him for dinner.

  Nothing innocent about it after that.

  Chapter Two

  My mother scowled as I walked into the house.

  I wasn’t in the mood to fight. Every time I came back though, it was inevitable. I never hinted, never said anything other than I assisted him with personal stuff, yet somehow she knew. And she didn’t approve.

  It wasn’t that I bought extravagant things with the money. Sure, I’d gotten new clothes, bought myself a used but relatively new vehicle, made sure all my daughter’s needs were taken care of and helped my mother pay the bills, along with paying my own bills, but I wasn’t living above my means. Bradley paid me well, and I put all my money towards my life here, making sure my family was comfortable. Except for those three days, I was available twenty-four seven to make sure my mom was taken care of, as well as the house and my daughter. Quitting my job had become a necessity once she’d become unable to care for herself. She and the man she’d married had divorced just after I’d met Bradley and her health had quickly deteriorated.

  You think she’d be glad I found a way to make money that didn’t involve leaving her alone for eight to ten hours a day but it didn’t. She denied me any acknowledgment of the care I took of her.

  I didn’t care about the money anymore though. I needed it, but that was it. It was a means to an end. The real pleasure for me came by being with him, but I couldn’t admit that to him or my mother. Neither wanted to hear it as far as I knew.

  “How was she?”

  My mother shrugged. “She’s just like you were at thirteen.” The disapproval of all I was and ever had been to her dripped from her words.

  Yeah, because I’d been such a bad kid. She always seemed to forget how much I’d helped out from the moment dad had died. Only remembering the bad stuff, never the good. Even though I was a thirty year old woman, she could still make me feel shitty like nobody and nothing else ever had.

  I wanted to move away so badly, but I couldn’t.

  Either way, I didn’t reply and she shuffled away with a huff.

  My daughter truly wasn’t like me. Whereas I’d been a bit crazy, doing daring things like jumping off high walls, climbing trees and trying things I really shouldn’t have, she stayed inside. She loved to read and write; she’d joined the orchestra at eleven and played the violin, something she enjoyed doing as much as I did listening to her play. It had been one of the first t
hings I’d paid for and she excelled at it.

  She wouldn’t be like me, that was my hope. She’d be better than me and she’d never have to do what I’d done. What I still did, even though at this point, I’d stay with him if the money stopped.

  I hated being alone. Even in those three days, I connected with him like I couldn’t with anybody else. After two years, we knew each other and what the other loved. I found that intimacy to be so sweet I held onto it whenever I’d get down. To get me through the weeks without him.

  Sighing, I dragged my luggage up the steps. Peeking in at my sleeping daughter, I went into my room and shut the door.

  Then I did the same thing I always did when I came home.

  I sat down on my bed and wept.

  ~*~

  Only a week and a half had passed since I’d left when he called me.

  Bradley never called me when we were apart. Seeing his name on the screen made my heart jumping into my throat. Worried that he’d tell me we were over, I shut my eyes and put the phone to my ear.

  “Hello?”

  “Lucy. How’re you?”

  I swallowed, my mouth going dry at the low growl in my ear. My body responded instantly, my nipples tightening as the rest of me clenched with an anticipation for something it sadly would not get. At least, not today. “I—I’m fine. You?”

  I felt like an idiot, yet he laughed.

  “Don’t be nervous. I’ve a favor to ask you.”

  A favor? My eyebrows flew up even though I knew he couldn’t see my face. “What could I possibly do for you from here, Bradley?”