Four professors. One naughty college student. Six months of pleasure on the line.
They left me.
They didn’t even try to fight for me.
They decided that things between us were over before we even had a chance to get started.
Now my body is covered in their marks, my wardrobe is filled with clothes they bought for me, and every time I sit down to sketch, all I can draw is them.
I’m not ready for this to be over. They promised me six months. Six fucking months.
So fuck them, I’m going to get my six months. We have a contract. I’m willing to uphold my side, so they will just have to come to the table.
They’ve met the good girl, now it’s time for the brat to come out and play.
Brat Baby is the third book in the Sugar Life series. It is a high-steam why choose romance with one baby girl trying to win her daddies back and four daddy doms who want what they can’t have.
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POV: They left you.
I stare at the corner of the building that they disappeared behind, my mind already tattooing the memory of their backs as they leave me here, alone on the grass behind the coffee shop. I’m terrified to move, terrified to breathe. Terrified to move on from this exact moment, because how is the world still spinning? It feels as though my entire world has come to a stop.
There is no breeze. No murmuring of voices from the hundred or so college students around the corner. No thud of my heart in my chest.
There. Is. Nothing.
They left me. They really fucking left me.
After they promised that I’m theirs. That they aren’t going anywhere. Nothing would take me away from them.
But not once, not a single time, did they say they would never walk away from me.
My lungs burn as I drag in a ragged breath, sobs lining up in my throat, just waiting to be let out. No, no, no, no. How? Why?
Why did I allow myself to believe in this fucked-up little bubble we created over the weekend? I fucking know better.
I fucking know better.
This shit never works out for me. Forever homes aren’t for real. No one ever keeps the strays.
