All Chapters of THE CEO’s CONTRACT SUGAR BABY: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

LEXIE’S POV I wish I could tell you that this is the typical love story where the guy comes and sweeps me off my feet. But it is not. If you are here for that, then I suggest that you leave. I fucking hate my life. As I clung to the pole, I could feel every set of eyes in the room burning into my skin. I could tell that they all knew I was doing this totally wrong. The music thumped in my ears, but my movements were clumsy. Tacky, if I’m not mistaken. I just wrapped my legs around the pole like a pair of tangled earphones or a wet cat stuck in a tree. I shouldn’t be here. But then I couldn’t afford not to be here. Jenny threw this sweet offer at me. “Listen, it’s just one night. And you need this money.” She assured me. “I’m not even asking you to fuck them or anything, but big men would be there. I’m not talking small business class; I’m talking rich ass business moguls that wouldn’t mind throwing cash at you if you played your cards right. I hesitated; the words to

LEXIE’S POV It’s been two weeks since I started living with Damian, and the life of a wealthy socialite is exactly as the common folks explained it. It was glamorous, with endless events to attend—awards to collect, auctions, and so many formal gatherings. What I was starting to enjoy the most was spending time with Damian himself; it wasn’t his aggressiveness that drew me more into him; it was his possessiveness. I felt like I was someone’s most prized possession for once in my life. “You have such beautiful features, Bella,” the male stylist, Fabio, who Damian had called to come style me up, complimented in his French accent as he held my hair up. I chuckled softly, looking in the mirror. “You think so?” I muttered shyly, as I admired how beautiful Fabio had made me look. My hand brushed my cheek slightly, and I flushed. I was starting to love this new life; it wasn’t me, but then I wasn’t out there hustling for my next meal. “Of course, Mon amour.” “Most perfect for a mo

DAMIAN’S POV I tapped my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, glancing at my phone as it buzzed again. My father’s name flashed on the screen. I could almost hear his voice scolding me for being late to the “Event of the Century,” as he had called it. The man should be grateful that I lend him some of my time out of my respect for him. If it was left to me, I wouldn’t show up at all. It wasn’t my pleasure to be around his old business associates, who tend to be nosy, and my father’s snobby wife, Evelyn, my stepmother. The wench! I declined the call, knowing fully well that I wouldn’t need to answer his many questions if I didn’t want to. No one could make me do anything; I’m the one with exclusive power, not anyone else. And that’s the respect that comes with it. “Women….” I muttered under my breath, mentally cussing myself out for bringing Lexie to the house she had shared with her friend, Claudia, Jenny, or whatever. I still mentally scolded myself for making my

He got up, and I felt confused and shy as Evelyn and Valerie turned to us. But he held my hand firmly and whisked me away. My heart raced as I moved through the crowd; Damian’s grip on my hand was strong, and I felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. He led me upstairs; we moved through the elegant corridors, each step echoing with the distant sounds of the auction below. We reached a door at the end of the hallway; he opened it and ushered me inside, then locked the door behind us. The click of the lock made my heart jump excitedly. He turned to face me, his eyes filled with so much intensity and hunger. Without breaking eye contact, he shrugged off his jacket and let it fall to the floor. “I-erm…” He cut me off; his lips crashed against mine. The kiss was intense, filled with nothing but hunger that left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space between us. His hands went down to cup my butt, giving it a rough knead. “Fabio

LEXIE’S POV “If Victoria came back, where would that leave you?” A question that lingered on and on in my heart for the past three weeks I had been with Damian. “WILL THE CEO’S DAUGHTER TAKE OVER HER FATHER’S COMPANY?” Another video showed a woman speculating about Victoria’s imminent return. I settled on the couch beside my mom’s hospital bed. I had taken it upon myself to spend the whole day in the hospital. I couldn’t bear to stay with Damian for another day in that house after the heated argument between us yesterday. My mom had been moved to the VIP section on Damian’s orders and the agreement between us. The room was quieter and more comfortable, and she had private nurses attending to her. Everything I had busted my ass for but couldn’t get. I was grateful for this, but the sight of her still made my heart ache. Knowing that if she knew the conditions at which I got her these treatments, she would have preferred to die. “She can’t be away forever; the company w