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Title: Accidental Sugar Daddy
Author: Kaci Rose
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
Release Date: November 19, 2020
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AN ACCIDENTAL MEETING. AN UNCONVENTIONAL OFFER. AN UNDENIABLE
ATTRACTION...
Ellie wasn’t looking for a Sugar Daddy. The second she realized she had
accidentally stumbled into a mixer of Sugar Babies looking for daddies,
she started for the door. Then the sizzling hot guy at the bar caught
her eye. What started as a simple dinner date turned into an offer too
tempting to resist. Join him at work events and social gatherings for
one month—no sex involved—and make enough money to ease the burdens she
faced as a single mom. Surely she can resist her attraction to him for
one month...
As far as Owen was concerned, Ellie was a complete mystery. She agreed
to his offer, yet hated for him to spend any money on her. It didn’t
add up... until he discovered she was a mother. He wasn’t looking for
an insta-family, yet the more time he spends with Ellie and her kids,
the more he wants them in his life.
Can what started as a business arrangement shift into more? Or will
their unconventional start ruin a chance for a beautiful forever?
This is a VERY Steamy, Billionaire, Sugar Daddy Romance. No
Cliffhangers.
As always there is a satisfying Happy Ever After.
If you love steamy romances with insta love, hot love scenes, and
billionaires, then this one is for you.
This is steamier then any book I have written to date. You have been
warned
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EXCERPT
Chapter 1
Ellie
We all have that one friend; you know the one you would call to help
you bury the body at three am. Well, who do you call when it's their
body you plan to bury?
See she is the reason I'm in a mixer full of older men, and one of
which just told me the real reason everyone is here, details said
friend left out. But let's start at the beginning.
"Ellie just go. It's a night out and some free booze." My
best friend Mia says.
"I have the girls, they have homework and need dinner," I
say.
I’m a single mom to two amazing girls. Allie who is seven and Becca,
who is five. Their dad, my ex-husband, was my high school sweetheart.
Then one day he walked out when Becca was almost two. He disappeared
for a year and then I received divorce papers.
Still, he gave me no reason and he saw the girls just once right before
the divorce was final. He has every other weekend visitation, spring
break, and two weeks in the summer but hasn't used a day of it. Child
support comes on time every month though, thank God for small favors.
Mia knows all this. She knows I'm working to cover all our bills and
while we are paying everything on time, one mess up and we would be in
trouble. I have three-hundred dollars in savings and survive on my job
at the coffee shop bakery and child support.
I don't go out, there is no money to do so. This is why Mia suggested
the mixer so I could get out of the house. Apparently, this is where
guys who aren't looking for commitment are finding someone to have
dates with and they pay for it all.
It sounds too good to be true or like there is a catch, but Mia swears
there isn’t, and Mia is my person, so I trust her.
To be honest, I'm not sure how she convinced me to go, it’s all still a
blur but I'm here. Mia is with the girls and I'm nursing a glass of
wine standing off to the side taking it all in. There are guys sixty
and older, there are some guys my age in their mid-twenties and
everything between.
But the girls are what catch my eye. They are all the same. Super
skinny, tan, perfectly done blond hair, manis and pedis. Most look
younger than me and they are flirty, basically the version of a trophy
wife.
The word gold digger crosses my mind.
They are the opposite of me.
I have a little weight to me, I'm a mom of two after all, that flat
stomach disappeared seven years ago. I'm not pale white, but I'm not
super tan either. I'm five feet five inches and while these girls are
wearing dresses that leave little to the imagination, I'm in dressy
dark jeans, my favorite dress top, and heels.
The girls here all have the blond hair from a bottle while my hair is
my natural chestnut brown. They have makeup on and perfect contouring,;
I have mascara and lip gloss. I don't fit in here.
I decide I'm going to finish my drink because it was free and then
bail. This is not my thing and not one person has even tried to talk to
me. I finish off my wine and set it down. I gather my purse, but before
I can turn to leave, a husky deep voice fills the air.
"You look like you are about to leave," he says.
I turn to see a man over six-foot-tall and he looks to be in his
mid-thirties judging by the laugh lines. He has dark hair and sparkling
blue eyes. He’s huge, like muscles for days huge. He has money,I can
tell with his perfectly tailored suit and the Rolex on his wrist.
I smile, "That's because I am. A friend suggested I come here
tonight, but I don't know, this isn't my kind of dating,” I say looking
around.
"Dating..." he says, "Did your friend say what kind of
group this was?"
"Just that the guys would be older, and I needed to get out of the
house." I roll my eyes and he laughs. A husky laugh that has my
stomach clenching and shivers running across my skin.
"Can I get you a drink? I would love to talk to you, and I think
your friend left out some details," he says and extends his arm
toward a table off to the side.
I hesitate. At the very least he does have my interest and he isn't bad
looking. Okay, that is an understatement, this man is sexy as hell when
he laughs and smiles.
Plus, I need to know if Mia's death will be quick or slow.
He must see my hesitation. "Just one drink and let me explain.
Then you can leave, I won't stop you."
I take a deep breath and nod. We then sit at a table off to the side
and out of the way, but still have a full view of the room. I study him
and see him looking at me too.
"I'm Owen," he says.
"Ellie," I nod.
He takes a sip of his drink and then leans toward me resting his arms
on the table. He points across the room.
"All these men have money and lots of it. What they don't want, is
a relationship. The commitment, the feelings, the sticky stuff. Many
want company, dates to events, someone to enjoy a meal out with, maybe
a movie. Some just want a beautiful woman on their arm," he says.
"Like a trophy wife."
He laughs. "Yeah kind of, but without the marriage and with no
strings. If there is a connection, they’re willing to pay the girls for
their time."
Well, that catches my attention and I sit up straight.
"Like a hooker? Sorry, that is not me." I can't help the
disgust in my voice.
He touches my hand gently. And sparks shoot up my arm and my hand feels
like it’s on fire. I wonder if he feels it too.
"No sex is involved unless both parties agree. If a relationship
is agreed upon these girls get paid for each date the guy takes them
on, they get a monthly spending allowance, gifts, vacations it all
varies from person to person."
"So, like a Sugar Daddy?"
"Pretty much," he grins.
I look at him thinking that this is why he is here. I don't get it. He
is attractive and damn sexy so why would he need to pay for a date?
What do I have to lose?
"Well, why are you here?" I ask him.
"Ahhh," he says with a sparkle in his eye. He looks away over
the crowd and takes another sip of his drink.
"Relationships are messy, feelings, breakups. I run a very
successful company and need dates to events, charity functions, and
also, I like to go out, try new places to eat, see movies, and it kind
of sucks doing that alone. I found many women were just after my money
when I was looking for something real." He takes another sip of
his drink. "After being emotionally drained, having both my work
performance and my company suffer just for someone who only wanted
money, I figured why not call a spade a spade. I have people who have
families who depend on the success of the company, on me and I take that
very seriously. So, I figured I can get the dates and company I want
while being open about my motives and giving the women what they want.
It's been a pretty good deal before."
"So how many 'relationships' have you had like this?" I ask.
"Three that lasted more than a month and one that went over a
year."
"Why end it if it was going so well?"
"Everyone including her expected an engagement. While I have no
problem with the arrangement, when or if I do get married, I plan for
it to be for love, not to someone who is in it for what it can do for
her. Call me old- fashioned, but marriage is a sacred thing for
me."
I nod and sip my drink in silence looking at the crowd with new eyes.
"You’re different than the other girls here," he says.
I laugh, "Why because I don't dye my hair and my tits are
real?"
He laughs so hard it causes people nearby to actually stop and stare,
which causes my face to warm slightly.
"I wasn't thinking along those lines, but that's a good point. You
are very real and blunt, and I can tell you aren't into all this."
"Yeah well, I don't have time to sugar coat things and if I had
known what this was, I never would have shown up. As it is, my friend
will need a SWAT team to protect her when I get home."
"Would an arrangement like this be so bad for you?"
I pause and then point to an older gentleman at another table well past
his seventies with a walker next to him.
"What like him? He's looking for a sexy nurse for sponge baths. So
not interested."
He gives me a soft smile never taking his eyes off me. Then his face
goes serious.
"Well, what if it was me asking?"
I look him over and shake my head and start to stand up.
"You don't want me, but I bet the blond at the bar would be more
than willing though." I know I need to leave before he goes and
tries to pick her up cause watching that would suck. I grab my purse to
leave.
"Will you please just hear me out?" he asks. "What harm
can come from hearing what I have to say?"
I look at him wondering if I really want to hear it. I guess if nothing
else this can be a funny story on the next horrible date I go on. I
don't answer right away, so he continues.
"What if I sweeten the deal and buy you dinner? No strings
attached. We talk and worst case you get a nice meal out of it and head
home to slaughter your friend with my lawyers’ card in your hand for
when she goes missing." He raises his eyebrow and I laugh.
When was the last time I found someone who can keep up with me?
"Okay dinner, but I'm driving my own car."
"Okay," he says. "There is a bistro less than five
minutes from here that just opened a few weeks ago I've been wanting to
try."
I nod, "I'll follow you there."
We end up at a little bistro that has modern touches and is done up in
creams with lime green accents. I’m actually surprised I like the
decor.
Owen gets us a seat in the back while I'm looking around. The place is
pretty packed, so I'm surprised when we get right in.
He places his hand on my lower back and guides me to the table.
Normally this would make me uncomfortable on a date, but for some
reason, it has the opposite effect with Owen.
Owen pulls out my chair for me and is the picture of a perfect
gentleman which is very refreshing.
We pick up our menus and he says, "Order anything you like,
drinks, appetizers, desserts, and don't hold back"
Well, okay then. I order a glass of wine. I look around at the people
at tables near us and at their plates of food.
I try to match up what they are eating with what's on the menu and my
eyes go wide. Seventy-five dollars for three skimpy slices of steak on
a small scoop of mashed photos and some fancy sauce. This place is out
of its mind.
I sigh, and he hears it.
"What?"
"Nothing." I keep looking at the menu.
"No come on, don't hold your opinions back now."
I lean in so I can lower my voice. "You really think a place like
this is worth your money?"
"I haven't eaten here yet, but everyone is saying good things and
the chef is from Washington D.C. and has cooked for the
president."
"Yeah, I bet he didn't rip him off," I say
"What do you mean?" He asks.
I point to the plate of the woman next to us.
“Seventy-five dollars for three slices of steak? You can get a
twenty-ounce steak cooked perfectly and melts in your mouth for less
than that elsewhere."
He shakes his head and smiles, "Let's give it a fair shake, yeah?
Don't look at prices, let’s try the food and see if it measures
up."
"Okay," I hesitantly agree.
We order an appetizer of crab cakes that aren't actually too bad, but I
have had better ones.
"So, let's not beat around the bush," I say. "Get to
talking."
"Upfront, are we?" he says.
"Yes, remember I speak my mind."
There is a twinkle in his eye at that.
"I like you because you are different, you hold your own in a
conversation, you can make me laugh, and you have opinions. I guess I
like that this isn't your thing, and you aren't being what you think I
want, you are just you."
"Yes, well I'm not a bullshitter, never have been. I tend to be
too blunt sometimes and put my foot in my mouth more than I'd like to
admit. But I'm real, what you see is what you get. I don't like games.
Games hurt too much," I say.
He looks at me seriously. "Yes, I agree, I don't do games
either." He pauses and his tone softens, "Look, I'd like to
do a trial run with you. One month."
I laugh, "You’ll run screaming after a week, trust me."
He just smiles. "One month, either of us can walk away, no
questions asked. If after a month we agree it works, then we do a
contract."
I look at him and study him as he talks. "What does this all
entail?"
"Well, I'd like dinner once a week with you just like this, maybe
a better restaurant," he pauses and smiles. "As I said, I
like trying new places. That means drinks, dinner, maybe a movie, or an
event downtown. Several hours of your time. I pay you three-hundred
dollars a date and cover all expenses on said date. Say every Friday
night. You are free to say no to any others during the week, but Friday
night would be a must."
I stare at him, thinking. Three-hundred dollars more than pays for a
babysitter if Mia or my mom aren't available and that's an extra $1200
a month. The money could build up my savings account and give me some
breathing room.
He continues, "Over the next month I have three functions on my
schedule. These are longer nights and require socializing, proper
etiquette, dress, hair, makeup, etc. I pay five-hundred dollars a night
for these. I cover your dress, hair, makeup, and anything else needed
for the event. At the moment everything is in town, but I have had
out-of-town events mostly for a weekend where I'd need you to come
along. We’ll negotiate that beforehand. You will also be given a
one-thousand-dollar line of credit for clothes and a two- monthly
allowance to be on call for last minutes dates."
When he said that I almost choked on my wine. Did I just hear him right?
“Two-thousand dollars a month allowance?" I ask.
"Yes, to pay your bills, buy things you need. It's an incentive to
drop plans when I ask for last minute dates."
"And what do you expect on the physical end from this?"
He smirks. "When we are out, it will be just like tonight. I’ll
open the doors, pull out your chair, guide you with my hand on your
back, or place your arm in mine and even hold your hand." He
pauses, letting me take it in.
"At the big social events there might be some kisses on the cheek
and dancing, but you are not required to kiss me or sleep with me and
if you’re ever uncomfortable, you say so. But you do have to make it
look like you enjoy my company, and we are on a real date and have a
real relationship," he says.
I take another sip of my drink and think. Twelve-hundred dollars for
one date a week to get out of the house, no kids. Fifteen-hundred
dollars for three events and a two-thousand-dollar allowance is
four-thousand dollars in one month. That's more than I make in a month
with child support. Plus, there is an option to make more with other
dates.
I could take fewer hours at work this month, spend some time with the
kids, chaperone Allie's field trip, and write my book. Then when this
is all over, sell the clothes and make a little more to put in the
bank.
"And at any time, I can be done if this doesn't work. Even
mid-date?" I ask.
"Yes, and you can keep the full allowance amount and any money and
clothing allowance for the month. If the month works and you agree to a
contract, then things are a bit stricter, but we can negotiate all that
when the time comes."
It doesn't sound like a bad deal, almost too good to be true.
"I don't even know your full name," I say.
"Owen Garrett."
I pull out my phone and type it in.
"Are you Googling me?" he asks and smiles, clearly amused.
"Umm yeah, I need to know my chances of this ending with me being
butchered in your backyard."
He grins again as our dinner shows up. He ordered scallops and I
ordered the sliced steak.
"You aren't on any of these trendy diets, are you?" I ask,
eying his plate.
"No why?"
"Because I like burgers, fries, and steak, all things meat and
carbs."
"Good to know," he says over his drink glass with a hint of
amusement in his voice.
We talk a bit about the food, how small the portions are, and we even
swap a bite off each other’s plate.
"So, chances of you being slaughtered and buried in my back
yard?" he asks.
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Kaci Rose runs on coffee, chocolate, and Oreos. She writes the type of
romance books she wants to read.
Kaci loves her book boyfriends with tattoos, muscles, beards, and a
little dirty.
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