A whole lot of nothing.
I get to page five and hit the end of the list of available Babies.
What the fuck? That’s it?
My eyes scan the page for something that I may have missed and they find a link at the top telling me to upgrade my account. I click on it and a new page opens, letting me know that for $1000 per year I can get full access to their site. Rolling my eyes, I put in my credit card information.
Once I am finished upgrading, I see hundreds of pages of Sugar Babies appear before my eyes. Some of these girls are ridiculous and over the top with mountains of demands that I could easily meet, but would never want to. If I wanted to be with someone like that, then I would only need to look so far as the inner circle of Silvercrest.
Been there, done that. Thankfully, I didn’t get the clap that most of them were spreading around. I’m good.
On the other end of things, there are girls who say that they will be whoever I want them to be. They seem perfect, but I like a girl with a fire inside of her. Not some fucking wet noodle who will easily bend to my every whim. I enjoy watching a girl reluctantly fold, knowing she’s lost the battle between her will and the pleasure she seeks.
I spend the greater part of the evening searching and reaching out to the few Sugar Babies who I deemed worthy of my time, before crawling into bed around dusk.
Chapter Three
“Good morning, Karen,” I say to my assistant as I pass her desk on the way into my office.
“Morning, Carv. Thanks, handsome,” she responds, accepting the coffee that I purchased for her on the way into work this morning.
Karen is one of the best people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. That’s the only reason she gets away with giving me a nickname. She’s a sweet lady with a heart of gold. But don’t get it twisted, Karen is also a feisty, stronghearted, warrior. The poor woman has been to hell and back with her health over the past few years. She’s tough as nails though and has fought her way through it each time. Doesn’t surprise me, there’s no amount of money that I wouldn’t bet on her in a fight. Whether it be physical, mental, or otherwise, she will always come out on top.
I’ve tried enticing her to retire many times. Even going so far as to offer to continue paying her full salary once she’s gone. But she wouldn’t have any of that. She told me that there is no reason for her not to be working. When the time came for her to leave, she would leave. I couldn’t argue with her, no matter how much I wanted to. But if being here makes her happy, I wouldn’t dream of taking that away.
I place my coffee and my computer bag on my desk as I sit in the chair behind it. Getting myself set up for the day, I take my laptop out of my bag and place it into the dock on my desk. As it boots up, my mind wanders to the Sugar Babies that I messaged the other night.
I found three of them that piqued my interest, who also live within an hour of Silvercrest. I might want someone outside of the city, but I don’t want to spend all of my time on the road.
So far, two of them have responded. One wasn’t currently seeking and the other I have a date with this evening. The one that hasn’t responded is the one that I am most interested in, though.
I input my password to log into my laptop and I open an internet browser once I’m in. Immediately, I pull up SugarCoatedConnections.com and open my inbox.
I see the message that I sent to her, yet there is still no response.
I click on her name and it takes me to her profile. I stare, fixated on the gorgeous face in her picture.
There’s something about you, Ingrid Andrews from Red River.
I can’t get past how I feel inside when I look into her eyes. Something about the way they bore into my soul, even without her standing in front of me.
The blurb she wrote about herself drew me in nearly as much.
I’m a twenty-three-year-old, college-educated woman with a passion for people, who wants to change the world. I am looking for a companion who can hold meaningful conversation and wants more than just a trophy on his arm. Serious inquiries only.
But, if her lack of response is any indication of her personality, then a relationship between us will never work.
I go back to my inbox and pull up the message I sent her the other night.
Hello Ingrid -
You are absolutely stunning and you seem to know what you want. I like that in a woman. Let me know when you’re available to meet.
Carver
I click reply and type a new message to her.
Ingrid -
How long does a man have to wait before you give them the time of day? I already have blue balls and we haven’t even met yet.
Carver
Just as I’m about to close out of the window and get on with my day, I see a message appear in my inbox.
It’s from Ingrid.
Opening it, a smile spreads across my face as I read her response.
Carver -
I had to make sure you were going to be worth my time. You kind of sounded like a pompous asshole in your initial message. You seem pretty eager to please, however. That’s definitely a quality that I look for in my Daddies. When and where would you like to meet?
Ingrid
Swiftly, I reply to her message.
Ingrid,
A pompous asshole, huh? And here I was trying to lay on the charm. Do you talk to all of your Daddies like that? Keep it up. I love a
