SWEET SWEET SUGAR // 18+

Chapter Ten

KELSEY

Monday

This is evil. Pure, unadulterated, evil.

So, I realized what Gage intends to do with hiring me at his company. He must've been rubbing his grubby palms together while menacingly thinking to himself with that ugly ass smile on his face, going:

"If I plant Kelsey's stupid wasteful butt in a workforce comprised of desperate, educated and hardworking individuals, she'll either jump off of the roof OR pack her bags and leave our lives forever LOL--"

As you can tell, my life has been a strange roller-coaster ride lately. When I turned up at my stepdad's big garden wasted out of my mind, with about 10,000 of his dollars gone, he seized his bank cards away from me. Cool, I got behind that quickly because my best friend Sierra suggested to join her and find a sugar daddy.

Alright, then, I kind of succeeded in finding one. Kind of-- because this man hasn't called me on my phone yet, although I gave him my number and he looked eager to contact me after I'd left. I think. I mean, it was such a good time for him (and me, but that's not the point). He better make me his sugar baby!

Whatever. It doesn't really matter if he calls me or not, because from today-- for god knows how long-- I work at an office, with computers, cubicle desks, water coolers and a supervisor who functions like a human fountain with the way he likes to spit at people's faces while saying 2 words.

From today, I'm a corporate employee at my stepdad's company that produces fuck knows what.

"For now, since I don't know what you're good at and neither do you," I stare at my basic black shoes instead of at my supervisor, Mr. Holden's face, while he's speaking to me since I don't wish to be drenched in his saliva for a second time today "be a sweetheart and get us coffee from the lobby. Each of us have our own preferences, so make sure you note those down so you don't have to pester us about it everyday."

"Got it," I lightly nod, but I have to wince when I realize that I didn't bother bringing a notepad with myself. Instead, I grab a post-it note from the empty desk I've been assigned to.

I've been chosen to work as an intern for 'C' Team at the marketing department of Gage's company, K&S Technologies. In-spite of his cheap asshole attitude, Gage's company is huge. Apparently, they've got freezers, ovens, dishwashers and even motorbikes. They're most well-known for their motorbikes. What the fuck, right?

'C' Team consists of about 5 employees, besides me. There's our team leader, Eric Holden, and then there's four other people. My desk is next to the desk of Lindy Kerr, a blonde woman in her early forties. There's a picture of her, her husband and her two young kids alongside a golden retriever. All of them have such huge smiles on the picture, I can hardly imagine having one with my mother.

Who hates me a lot now, by the way. And admittedly, it's my fault. I said stupid things that I still haven't apologized to her about. This morning, I tried to knock on her door but then I stopped when I remembered that she wasn't alone in the room.

No wait, honestly? It's Gage's fault, just as much as it is mine. That fuck-face called me a whore!

And, unsurprisingly, my mother just sat there and didn't protest to her husband calling her daughter a 'whore'. Whose fault is it, exactly?

I held the post-it notes in my hand with a pen on the other as I asked Lindy "what kind of coffee do you drink?"

"Huh? Oh, you're getting me coffee? There's no need--" Lindy smiles so brightly, her eyes become tilted crescent shapes when she does. Honestly, she's really cute.