My dream school, Yale, isn’t on the cards for me unless I can come up with cash, fast.
Desperate, at the suggestion of my daring friend, I join a sugar daddy website.
I expect a sleazy, old creep, eager to pop my cherry.
Instead, I get the most handsome man I’ve ever seen–Matt.
Athletic, dark, and tall, he’s the first man I can imagine going all the way with.
That is, until I discover this wasn’t his idea but his partner’s - his older, Italian, male partner’s.
You see, Matt is bisexual and in a loving partnership with another man.
I’m to be a paid companion, nothing more.
Wow, talk about crushing a girl’s hopes!
Despite my intentions to protect my heart, I can’t help but connect with Matt.
Sparks fly, and soon, our clothes come off.
As summer and thus our relationship agreement comes to an end, I don’t think I can go back to the way life was before.
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What the hell was I thinking agreeing to a relationship with two, bisexual sugar daddies?
My dream school, Yale, isn’t on the cards for me unless I can come up with cash, fast.
Desperate, at the suggestion of my daring friend, I join a sugar daddy website.
I expect a sleazy, old creep, eager to pop my cherry.
Instead, I get the most handsome man I’ve ever seen–Matt.
Athletic, dark, and tall, he’s the first man I can imagine going all the way with.
That is, until I discover this wasn’t his idea but his partner’s - his older, Italian, male partner’s.
You see, Matt is bisexual and in a loving partnership with another man.
I’m to be a paid companion, nothing more.
Wow, talk about crushing a girl’s hopes.
Despite my intentions to protect my heart, I can’t help but connect with Matt.
Sparks fly, and soon, our clothes come off.
Which is when his silver fox partner walks in on us…
Tension rolls off in waves from Leandro.
This was his idea. But now he doesn’t look too happy.
I should be afraid of this demanding Alpha type.
Instead, I feel drawn to him.
His intense, confident way turns me on.
I’ve never considered a threesome, until now.
Every fiber of my being wants to be ravished by them.
They’re too happy to oblige.
As summer and thus our relationship agreement comes to an end, I don’t think I can go back to the way life was before.
JOURDANNE
“Keeping busy, aren’t you, Jourdanne?” Mr. Willet asked me as I came by and took his plate.
He always ate every last crumb from his blueberry muffin. I couldn’t blame him; Parvati made the most amazing food in town. She knew exactly how to grill anything, adding just the right amount of spice to fill my soul with deliciousness.
“Always.” I smiled. “More coffee?”
“Oh, no,” he laughed. “I think it’s time to head out.”
When he got up from his chair, the door opened with another customer. That meant more money, but also that I couldn’t go out and enjoy the nice spring day.
I was working a lot lately, all to save up for Yale. It was ambitious, I knew. But after I did everything possible to get myself ready, how could I just walk away? It was my dream to do something incredible with my life, and the opportunity was right there for the taking.
“Oh, Jourdanne.” Mr. Willet stopped beside me as I shuffled two more plates in my arms. I had frosting on my apron and cheese between my fingers.
“Yes?”
“I almost forgot…” He smiled as he handed me a dollar. A single dollar bill. I forced a smile as I grabbed the thing with my dirty hand and shoved it into my pocket. Then he tipped his hat and headed to the door.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” As if I could have been more desperate.
“You bet,” he answered without looking back.
When the door closed, I sighed, but I knew I couldn’t linger in my thoughts for long. There was another customer at the counter and Parvati had just rung the bell to let me know that the Patterson’s brunch was finished. If I’m lucky, maybe they’ll tip me a five.
I pushed through the kitchen doors to put the dishes into the sink and not a few seconds later I caught my dad staring over at me with that sympathetic gaze of his. I could have cried.
“Hey, beetle.” His endearing name for me bubbled out as if I was four all over again. “You have to take a day off from all this.”
“Dad, I’m fine.” Another forced smile as I rinsed my hands. “Besides, you can’t do everything yourself.”
“I don’t.” He put his hand on my back and leaned into my view as I dried my hands. He was too sweet to feel bad for the humble life he provided. It all fitted him perfectly. The Inn, the small town, the constant patrons. But not me. I wanted more; I always had. And that was never his fault.