Come to Daddy (Love Don't Cost a Thing, #1)

by Brianna Hale

It’s all about confidence. Value yourself, hoe. Don’t fuck for free. Don’t eat for free. Don’t talk for free. You’re a sugar baby and every minute of your time is a precious luxury that these men should be paying for.

“This stuff,” she says, pointing a lethally long silver nail at her makeup, “isn’t makeup. It’s armor. Out there—” she points the same nail at my window “—is the war, and if you’re committed to doing this, then we’re going to make you bulletproof.”

I’d forgotten how easy things are when you have money.

“I would like you to go to class tomorrow,” he says. “And the next day. And the day after that. Complete the semester. Complete the degree. Will you do that for me?”

It’s like a drug hearing her beg for me.

Extreme stress and sadness can make your body rot.

“It’s hard to get rid of someone when they’ve been part of your life for so long. You have cut out part of yourself to do it. Even when their love is full of poison, it doesn’t make it any easier.”

“About what?” “About whether I’m a despicable, manipulative devil who can never be trusted, or if you’re going to let me save you.” She looks up at me, calm and clear-eyed. “Maybe it’s both. Maybe you’re a despicable manipulative devil, but I’ve got no choice but to let you save me.”