My Sugar Daddy||Lams

Chapter 6

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John's POV
So I have a day until I'm kicked out of the Schuyler's place. So, I decided to call Alex. I'm technically using him for his money but that's what a sugar daddy is. I use him for his money and he uses me for my body. It's a win-win!

"Hey-" I hear Alex's voice. He sounds like he hasn't spoke in years. It's so husky yet sounds sexy. I can't believe that I am saying this but I missed his voice. Something about it makes me feel safe and at home. It's normally so tender and caring.

"Hi! So I changed my mind! I decided that I decided that this can benifit both of us! You seem like an amazing guy and I wanna be your sugar baby! I can pack my things tonight and meet you tomorrow morning! We can go to your place even!" I tell Alexander. I already packed everything so I lied slightly.

"I'm not interested," Alex said with a soft sigh. Wow- didn't expect that.

"Alex.. I'm so sorry about e-" I tried to apologize when I heard something that could of shook off my freckles.

"Let me finish. I'm not interested in meeting tomorrow. I want to today. I'm in Charleston right now too. Your friend, Peggy, gave me her address. I knew that you'd come around eventually. Now, make sure you clean up yourself and put on something special for me," Alex spoke in his tender voice. God, I love his voice so much-

Sometimes I wonder if I have a problem. Like I- well I don't exactly know. "Peggy told you? Hm alright- sounds like her. See you soon, Alexander-" I hung up the call and sighed softly.

After my shower, I put in a grey tank top, black ripped shorts, and some brown sandles. I also pulled his hair back into a nice ponytail. Pretty gay. I know right?

Surprisingly, just as I finished, Alexander pulled up to the house in some fancy ass car that I don't know the name of. I walk outside and make my way to the car, with my single suitcase.

Alexander steps out. He was about 5'9, dark brown hair that sat on his shoulders, lavishing brown eyes, tan skin, and a clean face. I remember him having a goatee type facial hair. He must've shaved it off or I'm thinking things.

He was fucking hot though!

I walk over and he looked at me for a second before nodding. "Hey baby-" he playfully winks at me which made me go bright red- I couldn't help myself.

"Hello, Alexander," I say as the blush dissipates from my cheeks. I place my suicase into his trunk and close it. Alexander opened the passenger side door for me and I sat down in the car.

The drive was silent and lovely. I could tell that Alexander would peek over to me every once and a while. I didn't mind though because I didn't mind though because I was doing the same. He was nice to look at to say the least.

We pull into a large mansion, 30 minutes later, and get out. "My servant will go you to your room," Alexander said because walking inside. I grab my suitcase and follow him. Inside was very well kept and pristine.

"Hello, you must be John!" I hear a female's voice from behind me which startled me. I turn around and see a girl with dark brown curly hair in red. "I'm sorry. Alexander told me to show you to your room. A business call came up I believe. You can leave your things down here. Aaron will get them in a bit." She started walking up the stairs so I followed her. She seemed sweet. She didn't tell me her name though. "I'm Maria Lewis, sweetie." Okay, can everyone do that!? "Not everyone. Only a selected few-" I sigh in relief.

"I'm John Laurens-" I tell her as we get into a large bedroom. It was beautiful. All white, king sized bed, huge walk in closet, a balcony too! Okay I'm a bit excited for this.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, John. Would you like a tour of the house? It is Alexander's smallest home that he owns at the moment. You should see his home in New York- It's huge! I haven't seen it but I've seen pictures from my girlfriend who works there. You might know her little sister, Peggy I believe is her name- I'm dating Eliza."

"Peggy!? Yes I do actually! I use to live with her. She was very sweet," I spoke, scaning the room still. Everything was perfect. Maybe a little too perfect.

With that, Maria was gone. I unpack everything. I wasn't much. I few t-shirts, three pairs of jeans, 5 pairs of underwear. I'm use to it. I'm use to not having much. Yet, no one understands. Growing up, my family was rich. My father worked for his own agency. My mother worked for this lovely family and took care of everything. Sorta like a house maid. She worked hours on end. It was the perfect family. A husband, wife, and 4 children all under one roof. I thought nothing could go wrong until..
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A/N
The next part is gonna be a flash to the past!