My Best Friend’s Sugar Daddy Trap
Harriet · Ongoing · 7 Chapters
About this book
When I scratched my best friend’s ‘rich’ father’s Lamborghini, he demanded compensation as his sugar date. But his Beverly Hills mansion was rented, his parties were trafficking fronts—and I was the undercover cop hunting him. Tonight, his buyers will learn: this campus belle bites back.
Chapter 1
The screech of metal made my stomach drop. My bike had just sideswiped my best friend's father's million-dollar sports car.
When he proposed an unconventional way to settle the debt—being his sugar baby for the day—I thought I'd misheard. But staring at the astronomical repair estimate, my options evaporated.
Then he demanded something that turned my cheeks crimson.
"Be a good girl now. Take the initiative. Relax and open wider..."
The sharp clicks of his phone camera punctuated each humiliating moment.
Leonard Roscente—Beatrice's ridiculously wealthy father—was documenting my disgrace from every angle as I sat slumped against a lamppost, my skirt fluttering helplessly in the breeze.
"Just collecting evidence, Vivian. Don't read into it." His professional tone clashed with the way his gaze kept dropping to my thighs.
I scrambled to smooth my skirt. "Mr. Roscente, I swear it was an accident! Your daughter and I—"
"Which is exactly why I'm offering an alternative," he interrupted, finally pocketing his phone. The way he'd been crouching... God, those photos definitely included angles no insurance adjuster needed.
My stomach churned as I emptied my wallet. "This is all I have right now—"
He barely glanced at the crumpled bills. "That might cover the inspection fee. This is a Lamborghini, sweetheart."
The number he quoted turned my knees to jelly. Strong hands caught me, and suddenly I was pressed against a chest that felt like sculpted marble beneath his crisp white shirt. The man clearly lived at the gym.
"For Beatrice's sake," I whispered, "can't we—"
"I already told you my terms." His breath warmed my ear as his fingers flexed against my waist. "One day. My arm candy. Then we're square."
My best friend's father wanted me to pretend to be his...?
Leonard's smirk deepened as he watched comprehension dawn. When his thumb brushed the exposed skin above my waistband, my traitorous body shivered.
"You're adorable when you blush," he murmured, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Never been properly touched, have you? A real man would eat you alive."
