“Sean, you have that small landlord case on your desk, and Derek, you have a meeting at three to meet the dermatologist who filed a divorce. The one with pink hair.”
“I’m on it, ma’am,” he said, keeping the comic book on the desk before standing up and looking at me.
I eyed the file and stared at her, almost pouting. “Do I really have to?”
She shrugged, waddling to her desk nook. “It would benefit the company.”
“Iam enough to benefit the company, Paige,” I said with confidence, dragging the file closer.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that or I’ll gag,” she replied and added, “Win the case so you can feel big and important.”
“Now that’s more my style.” I enjoyed following up with small cases and winning them since no one guessed such a big-shot, handsome and sexy lawyer like me had time for that. Only interns worked on those cases.
But sometimes—only when Paige told me to—I’d win them and feel something warm in my chest, as if I was doing something good.
At the end of the day, it was all a lie.
I only did it to feel good about myself. It didn’t really matter and didn’t make my firm rich.
My head went off to that night.Chelsea. I hadn’t seen or heard from her in the past two days. When I woke up and found the guest room empty, I was confused and worried. Did something happen to her? Was she not feeling well? Why didn’t she wake me up before leaving? She had left in a hurry since all her clothes were in the washroom, as if she didn’t have enough time to grab them.
Just a ‘sorry’ scribbled hurriedly on a piece of paper.
I pulled out the note from my pocket and rubbed my thumb over her scrawl. If she was my sub—which admittedly she wasn’t—I would have punished her for making me worry and leaving without a word, spanking her until a genuine apology spilled out of her lips, and then taken care of her.
My thumb stopped when I remembered her writing another note. Her bank information.
I unlocked my phone and stared at the amount I had sent her that morning. I didn’t have her number, but I knew how I could get it.
Smirking, I sent her one grand to get her attention, and in the pop-up box of sending additional information to the receiver, I typed, ‘Need your number, Princess.’
She would receive my banking information and hopefully, I’d get her number.
After two minutes, my patience thinned, so I sent her two grand and typed, ‘Now.’
I waited, glaring at my watch as five minutes passed. Then ten. I sighed, thinking I had lost her for good when I received multiple messages of small credits.
“Fuck yeah!” I grinned at my phone, blaring with text alerts. “Such a smart Princess.”
I noted down each number of credits she had made and sent her a text.
Hi, Princess.
Sugar Baby: why did you send me $3000?
To get your number, duh.
Sugary Baby: …
Sugary Baby: you’re insane
Sugary Baby: Sent $3000
I scowled, seeing her send me three grand. I pressed the call button, and I wasn’t surprised when she didn’t pick up.
Brat.
Sent $5000
