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    So Sweet: A Sugar Baby Novella, #1
    So Sweet: A Sugar Baby Novella, #1
    So Sweet: A Sugar Baby Novella, #1
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    So Sweet: A Sugar Baby Novella, #1

    By Rebekah Weatherspoon

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    Desperate times call for desperate measures...



    And desperate is the only way to describe Kayla Davis's current situation. Out of work and almost out of money to cover her bills, Kayla finally caves to her roommate's nagging and follows her to Arrangements, an online dating site that matches pretty young women with older men of a certain tax bracket.


    Convinced this "make-rent-quick" scheme will surely fail—or saddle her with an 80 year old boyfriend—Kayla is shocked when Michael Bradbury, Internet billionaire and stone-cold salt and pepper fox, offers her a solution to all her financial troubles.
It's hard enough for Kayla to accept his generosity, but what's a girl to do when the wealthiest man she's ever met is a dream in and outside of the bedroom?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRebekah Weatherspoon
    Release dateSep 29, 2015
    ISBN9781516359424
    So Sweet: A Sugar Baby Novella, #1
    Author

    Rebekah Weatherspoon

    After years of meddling in her friends’ love lives, Rebekah turned to writing romance as a means to surviving a stressful professional life. She has worked in various positions from library assistant, meter maid, middle school teacher, B movie production assistant, reality show crew chauffeur, D movie producer, and her most fulfilling job to date, lube and harness specialist at an erotic boutique in West Hollywood.Her interests include Wonder Woman collectibles, cookies, James Taylor, quality hip-hop, football, American muscle cars, large breed dogs, and the ocean. When she's not working, writing, reading, or sleeping, she is watching Ken Burns documentaries and cartoons or taking dance classes. If given the chance, she will cheat at UNO. She was raised in Southern New Hampshire and now lives in Southern California with an individual who is much more tech savvy than she ever will be. Better Off Red is her first novel.

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    • 4/5
      The main meet cute device is kinda questionable, as in it made me question my own beliefs on the matter. That said, it's pretty hot, seriously sweet, and enjoyable

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    So Sweet - Rebekah Weatherspoon

    One

    I was so numb, sitting behind the wheel of my car. The AC was cranked, blowing an excessive amount of cold air across my face, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn it down. Over thirty applications, and ten interviews, and I was no closer to finding a new job. My savings were running low and I was one rent check away from kissing the rest of my severance pay goodbye. Unemployment was helping, but if I didn’t find something soon…

    I knew what would happen. I’d worked so damn hard. Gotten my degree, landed a job as a corporate HR clerk with one of the larger cellphone carriers. The job was as boring as hell and a complete waste of my education, but the pay was good enough to support my lifestyle and I’d learned a lot about the corporate world. I was paying off my student loans, living in a spacious apartment that I loved and, three weeks before they canned me, I’d picked up my first new car.

    Over the past few months I’d fantasized about going to the dealership and just giving it back, like that sort of thing happened without adding major blotches on your credit. I’d have these moments, like this moment in traffic where I wondered what would happen if things got that far, if I was forced into true survival mode. I would hear my mom’s voice in my head. You gotta do what you gotta do, baby girl.

    A loud blaring horn snapped me out of my trance. The light was green.

    Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad if my roommate wasn’t out of a job too. Adler had worked as a personal assistant to Greg Wilson, a producer at Hourmark Studios. After four monumental flops at the box office he’d been forced out and, during his impassioned exit, taken Adler with him. It didn’t take long for his emotional spiral to land him in rehab, leaving his wife and kid with no source of income and Adler without a job. She was helping pay for food and other bills, but her savings were running dangerously low too.

    Both of us had emotionally supportive parents, but we’d both come from small towns where everything was cheaper than life in L.A. When I had a job, I made more money than my mom and my half of the rent was more than my parents’ mortgage. They could offer long distance hugs, but not a dime to get Adler and me through this. At least not enough dimes to help us keep up with our current living situation. We were so fucked.

    Adler was waiting for me when I walked in the door. I’m sure the answers to all of her questions were written all over my face. Oh fuck. What happened?

    I threw my purse down on the couch and looked up at the ceiling. I was not going to cry. They didn’t even interview me.

    What? Why?

    I was waiting in the lobby and the interviewer comes out with this guy and they’re laughing and having a grand old time. The guy leaves and the receptionist introduces me to Christian, the guy I’m interviewing with, and he just goes, ‘Oh, I’m sorry Miss David—

    He called you Miss David?

    Yeah! The girl said Davis and he still got it wrong. So I guess he hired the guy before me on the spot. He kinda apologized and I just turned around and came home.

    Okay. Well that decides it, right?

    Decides what?

    Kayla, I’m signing up with Arrangements again.

    Ads, no. I flapped my arms out of sheer frustration.

    I’ve done it once and I can do it again.

    In college Adler had signed up with Arrangements, a dating site that matched college girls with wealthy men who wanted to support them, basically in exchange for sex. After a few duds Adler had been matched up with an oil tycoon who’d paid off her school loans and then promptly died on top of her four months after graduation. She’d found humor in the situation. The guy was old, after all, but her laughter died when it dawned on her that Jed hadn’t left her any cash.

    I’m a little rusty, but I think I still got what it takes.

    You say it like you’re a breath away from menopause. You’re twenty-three.

    I don’t know, deary. She licked her lips like she didn’t have any teeth. This pussy isn’t as tight as it used to be.

    It felt good to laugh, but I still didn’t like the idea. I don’t know.

    I’ll just throw my hat back into the ring. It’s not as bad as it sounds. I get to pick the guy I date. And if I can’t find anyone, I’ll try something else. Or wait a bit and try again.

    We can strip, I joked. I wasn’t very coordinated in ultra-high heels.

    That’s not a bad idea. You’d be good at it. I’ve seen that ass jiggle. You got plenty to shake. Yeah, girl. I rolled my eyes after she rolled her hips and shimmied her shoulders.

    I know, it’s a gift. I still think Arrangements is a bad idea.

    Why? We need money. Some old man will give us money. We will use that money for goods and services. And rent.

    Can’t I just be worried?

    You just think every man is a murderer.

    "Every man is a murderer. You’re gonna get murderered." I pretended to sob as I flopped down on the couch beside her.

    You should do it with me.

    What? No.

    Why not?

    Um let’s see. I gestured to her slim figure. Cute, petite white girl. Then I gestured to myself and my not-so-perfectly tailored skirt suit. Chunky-plus black girl. The type of rich guys I would attract are still bitter about slavery ending.

    Adler snorted. You are freaking beautiful. And you are not chunky.

    Adler wasn’t completely wrong. I was cute as hell. I’d always had super clear skin and I’d inherited my dad’s to-die-for dimples. Thanks to some referrals at work I’d found a great woman to do my sew-ins. The eighteen inches of Brazilian Remy I was currently sporting were styled to perfection. I knew how to dress myself, but I was definitely on the plus-size side of things. I attracted a certain kind of man, the older creepier uncle types that hung around gas stations during the day and definitely didn’t have enough money to cover our rent.

    I doubt there are any daddies made of sugar who’d want to sugar me, I said.

    Oh yeah they would. Sugar right all over those double D’s.

    You are the worst.

    Just think about it. I’m signing up today. At the very least I get no bites. Best case, I find a great guy who wants to shower me with rent money and diamonds.

    Will you share your diamonds with me? I asked with a pout.

    Adler just barely touched my cheek. You know I will.

    Great. Diamonds or no, I don’t think you should do it. I kicked off my kitten heels and headed for the kitchen. Is there any pizza left? I asked as I went.

    No... That stopped me in my tracks. Adler looked extra guilty when I turned around. I ate it. But I think there’s still some minute noodles.

    Just what I need for the old blood pressure. Still, I went to the kitchen and put some water on. Food, shower, and then back to the job boards.

    ✶

    I decided to give myself a break, just for the night. I had to take a deep breath, clear my mind of the job interview that never was, using the best our streaming video services had to offer as a salve. I knew in the morning I’d have a clearer head and be in a much better place emotionally to keep the job search going. I woke up refreshed and determined, and applied for three jobs before lunchtime.

    Adler signed up with Arrangements. I didn’t think she was making a bad choice, just maybe not the best choice and I wanted her to be safe. Her first two weeks back in the ring bore very little fruit. A few dates, a few free meals, but not the big payout commitment she was looking for.

    Those two weeks weren’t very successful for me either. More applications than I could count, only three callbacks and still no offers.

    I felt nauseous as I filled out our next rent check, all sorts of desperate questions bouncing around in my head. What was it like to get evicted? Did I know anyone who would let me stay on their couch? How long could one sleep in their car?

    When I got back from our landlord’s drop box, I asked Adler what her next move was going to be. In doing the mental math, if one of us didn’t get a decent paying job in the next three weeks, we were out on our asses. I factored in the two weeks we’d actually have to work to get a check and the two-week’s grace our landlord was rumored to give if your situation was really tight.

    We had food and I was only using my car to get to and from interviews, but we needed a plan. Better yet, a

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