Chapter 1After My Sugar Daddy Went Bankrupt, I Became His Sugar Mama

I never expected that after my sugar daddy went bankrupt, he would shamelessly move into my tiny 450 square foot apartment and demand that I support him instead.

One night, he even boldly crawled into my bed after showering.

I sat up in shock, pushing away that devastatingly handsome face, and tried to sound nonchalant as I said:

"Let's just sleep, okay? Nothing more."

His hot breath tickled my neck as he turned off the bedside lamp with one hand and untied my robe with the other, whispering:

"Let's do more than sleep. I'm up for anything. Besides, your personal trainer said you need more exercise."

(A story of a soft and vulnerable sugar baby vs a secretly scheming sugar daddy)

"Is it hot in the car? Do you want to take off your clothes?"

As he asked, the man glanced at my nervous expression in the rearview mirror and lowered the air conditioning temperature.

"It's fine, I'm not hot," I said, biting my lip and clutching my coat tighter, grateful that the darkness could hide my flushed face.

The car slowly drove up towards the villa on the hillside. It was the height of summer, and underneath my coat I was wearing a form-fitting cheongsam dress with a slit that revealed my pale thighs.

I had just finished filming a Republican-era drama scene where I played a coquettish and manipulative concubine. I had to keep calling the male lead "my lord" over and over until the director finally yelled cut. My voice was hoarse from all the takes.

You see, I'm a D-list actress who can only get bit parts playing villains.

And the man driving me to his house now... He's Alexander Blake, a former A-list actor renowned for his looks and talent, now working behind the scenes as a producer.

Two hours ago, he had cornered me backstage after I finished filming, close enough that I could feel his breath.

My heart raced - was this the casting couch moment I'd been waiting for?

But he spoke without emotion: "I'm living alone here and feeling lonely. I'll pay you this much per month to move into my villa. What do you say?"

The amount he showed me was more than I'd ever seen, even in my wildest dreams.

A rich CEO says he's lonely and needs company.

My first thought was that he wanted me as his mistress. I couldn't do something so unethical, so I cautiously asked:

"Are you... married?"

"I'm single," he replied.

Hmm. I looked him up and down. This muscular man did seem to have strong hormones and needs.

His long lashes lowered, seeming impatient.

"Yes or no?"

"I accept," I said quickly.

Even a second of hesitation would be disrespectful to such a lucrative offer.

Rich, handsome, and muscular - who would refuse such a win-win deal?

Inside the villa, Alexander emerged from the shower.

His V-neck bathrobe revealed toned abs and defined pecs. Water droplets slid down his forehead, trailing lower. Looking up, that cold, forbidden face was breathtakingly beautiful.

I had to close my eyes, it was too dazzling.

Good lord, how did I get so lucky to be the sugar baby of such a perfect specimen?

If I were a rich woman, I'd have no problem being his sugar mama!

Alexander glanced at me expressionlessly and ordered me to go shower.

"Make sure to wear the cheongsam hanging in the closet when you're done."

"Got it, got it."

He seemed to really like women in cheongsams. That's probably why he chose me today.

No problem, I'll do whatever he wants. When in Rome, right?

The sky blue cheongsam hugged my curves in all the right places, oozing sensuality. I vaguely recalled wearing a similar style for a magazine shoot last year.

He patted his leg, his tone coaxing.

"Come here."

I obediently went over and sat on his lap, barefoot.

The cheongsam he gave me fit like it was custom-made, perfectly conforming to my body. The style was quite risqué though.

Short where it should be long, missing buttons where there should be buttons...

Alexander admired me appreciatively for a while, then swept me up in his arms and carried me to the bed.

For the next few hours, I wondered if he had chewed some kind of energy gum. He fully embodied that ad slogan about lasting all night.

He gripped my ankles tightly, seeming to hold back anger as he thrust forcefully and said:

"Call me 'my lord'."

I had been covering my face in embarrassment, but hearing this made me confused. Was he getting into character?

I could only play along and whimper softly like a mosquito:

"My lord."

Alexander narrowed his eyes and scoffed coldly:

"TessaBrown, no wonder you can't get any good roles. Your acting is so amateurish. You were so enthusiastic calling that other guy 'my lord' on set earlier today."

I frowned, finding his words strange.

But as a proper sugar baby, I summoned all my acting skills and called out in a coy, trembling voice:

"My lord~"

Unexpectedly, my breathy tone seemed to make him melt. Without another word, he flipped me over.

Two hours later when I went to shower, my legs were still trembling.

I couldn't help looking at myself in the mirror.

Porcelain skin, a delicate chin, red lips curved slightly upwards, adding a touch of allure to my otherwise sweet features.

If I weren't so desperate, I wouldn't have resorted to making money this way.