Four daddies. One weekend of pleasure and pain. Twenty thousand dollars.
Last night, they rocked my world.
Now they want to keep me for the weekend.
When I got the private invitation notification with the two red gift boxes, I almost passed out. Twenty thousand dollars, on top of the ten thousand I’ve already earned?
I wouldn’t have to work for my entire college career. I could concentrate on studying and maybe even graduate early. My future could be here sooner than I ever considered.
So, turning down their offer would be stupid, right? What’s two more days of them using me however they please? Letting them strip away my dignity until I’m nothing but a begging mess of a girl at their feet?
One more weekend. That’s all their new contract covers.
Then they will be done with me.
It doesn’t matter that I want them to keep me for good.
No, all that matters is that I’ll be set to concentrate on my future after this weekend.
I’ll never have to rely on someone else to support me.
I’ll never have to use the SugarLife app again.
I’ll never have to see them again.
And that’s exactly what I want.
Good Girl is the second book in the Sugar Life series. It is a high-steam why choose romance with one baby girl, four daddy doms, one weekend of extreme pleasure, and delving deeper into the world of kink.
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POV: The daddies you spent the night with have sent you a request for the entire weekend.
Twenty. Motherfucking. Thousand. Dollars.
I sit—emotionally numb—in the back seat of the cab as it pulls into the parking lot for the on-campus student housing at Newton University.
Who the hell are these bastards that they have thirty K—including the ten from tonight—to blow on a living sex doll for the weekend? They don’t give off gang vibes. Well, Xavier tips the scale the smallest amount with the blood thing, but no. You don’t see gang members wandering around in tailored suit pants.
The mob, maybe? Is that even still a thing? Even then, the thought of them being criminals doesn’t sit right. I’ve spent most of my life surrounded by the slime of Chicago; Derek, Hudson, Darcy, and Xavier don’t give off the same vibe.
Daddy.
Viper.
Angel.
Hunter.
I mentally run through the names that I gave the men I just spent the last two hours with, letting them use my body in ways I’ve never even thought about. And now they want me to give myself to them for the entire weekend.
