1. Fight Night

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• Sugary Goodness (Book 3)   3. The Client

  It was still ten o clock when got home. The training session was a waste of time. My abs still hurt, I could only hit the sack and didn't train for anything more. Fred was still being a dick, by telling me that he was going to ask for grandmother's help.I poured myself a glass of whiskey, and get my stash of cigar from its humidor. I cut the cap smoothly, and light up the foot with my butane lighter. Then I sat back and relax in the open air patio. Damn! This is heaven, I've been waiting for this moment since this morning.I slowly draw my cigar, and enjoy the fine taste of the tobacco. My brain was busy thinking what did I get myself into. This sugar baby thing was definitely not my style. But I got to save my brother's ass. Me and my morals...Damn! I drink my whiskey slowly and taste the malt, I sighed and relax back to the chair. An hour later I finally got back inside, and

• Sugary Goodness (Book 3)   2. Getting Prepped

  "Gary...leave the administrationwork for tomorrow, you need to strip and get in the studio and pose for Francois. Wait, have you wax?" Kamaria asked me as she passed my desk, on her way to the pantry. She never allowed me to make her coffee, she always make her own, though I was officially her assistant slash errand boy. But she was just like Adriana, she respect people no matter what their job are. But Kamaria took it to the next level, as she won't even let me make her coffee. She just shrugged as I asked her why, saying she like the random things that she could do without even thinking. So I just leave her be, and put it down as one of her quirks. "Yes, I'm currently trimmed and hairless and already cover up my bruises. I'll let Francois check it again before the shoot." Adriana had informed Kamaria the glimpse of my back story in joining the sugar baby listing, so she knew about my bruises.Then I went

• Sugary Goodness (Book 3)   1. Fight Night

  "What the fuck is your problem Fred? You know how hard I've been training for this night. I'm not going to go down in a couple of rounds." I was preparing myself for the ring.My stupid greedy brother kept on pushing me, to take a punch on the fifth round and take the fall. He was riding his money on my fight."Oh come on Gary, you can always make a win on the next fight. Your statistics is good. I just needed this one night only." He gloved me and help prepare me for the canvas. I didn't say anything further to him, I was beyond pissed at him. The match went on for ten rounds. Fred was palming his face, he was looking furious at me when I finally deliver a knock out punch to my opponent. The referee did a count out and declared me as the winner. The crowd cheered, but Fred was quiet. Then he was on his phone, frantically speaking to the other line. "What the Fuck man! I had it i