Page 38 of Sugar Daddy (Sugar Bowl 1)

"I swear to God, Beck...this is about JT," I say as tears now spring to my eyes, fill them to the brim, and with just one slight blink of my lids, go spilling over.

"Save it," he growls, and his hand shoots back out to latch on to my upper arm now. He gives me a hard jerk, and I go stumbling forward again. He grabs the doorknob, wrenches it open, and starts pushing me through. "I want you out of here now. I'll pack your shit up and have it delivered to your apartment, but you get the fuck out of my home and out of my life right this very minute and don't look backward."

"Beck," I wail, dropping my purse on the foyer floor as I reach out to him, desperately trying to get him to listen to me. "I swear I'm not trying to hurt you."

His blue eyes fill with darkness and his eyes narrow at me with something I would put akin to hatred. His hand shoots out and he catches me around the front of my neck, pulling me in slowly and up onto my tiptoes until he's almost nose to nose with me. For the first time since he caught me in his office, his tone is calm but still rippling with rage and menace. "You're no better than all the other girls, Sela. All looking to get ahead at some man's expense. What were you doing? Searching my financials? Hoping to blackmail me with something? Looking to steal from me?"

With each question he asks, his grip on my throat tightens but not enough to cut off my air. Only enough to keep my attention and so I don't forget he's in control of this situation right now. With each question, his fury seems to increase, as if my inability to answer is an admission to each accusation.

He pulls me in a fraction of an inch closer and whispers, "I don't care what the reason. I just want you fucking gone."

Beck pushes me through the door and I have no choice but to walk backward from the force of his grip on me. My hands fly out, grab on to each side of the doorjamb, and dig in hard.

"Let go, Sela," he snarls at me, releasing his hand on my throat and capturing both my wrists tightly with his hands. He peels them loose.

"No, wait," I cry out, trying to launch myself back into the doorway.

"Get the fuck out," he bellows at me with so much rage it feels like a sonic boom reverberating in my ears.

Beck pushes me hard, lets go of my wrists, and I stumble backward, falling to my butt with a jarring impact. He kicks at my purse, sending it hurtling through the door where the contents spill out all over the floor. That doesn't stop me though. I immediately lurch forward to my hands and knees, crawling toward Beck standing in the door.

"Please listen to me, Beck," I implore, my eyes begging him for just a few moments of his mercy.

He glares down at me, complete and utter disgust holding every inch of his beautiful face hostage. I crawl faster as he starts to shut the door, reaching one hand out in a pitiful attempt for a single, fucking bit of leniency from this man. He looks down at me like he wants to spit on me.

"Beck," I say with a sob.

The door is halfway closed and I take a desperate look at his face, knowing that it's the last time I'll ever see it again. I'll never know pleasure and joy like he's given me, and although I know I've betrayed him and I can't blame him for his actions right now, I throw all caution to the wind and I bare my soul to him. "JT...he raped me."

The door comes to an immediate halt and Beck's eyes go round with surprise. His mouth slackens and he pales for a moment as he looks down at me, his head tilted in confusion. I think perhaps he may even reach a hand out toward me...help me to my feet...pull me into his embrace and tell me it's all going to be okay.

I even go so far as to reach my hand upward to him.

Instead, his eyes go cold, his lips flatten out, and he shakes his head at me in disgust. "Yet another lie, Sela."

Then he slams the door in my face.

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Author's Note

I hope you enjoyed the sexy, thrilling ride of Sugar Daddy. This novel is different from anything I've written before. Find out what happens between Beck and Sela in Sugar Rush and the conclusion to their story, Sugar Free, both coming in 2016.

To Sue Grimshaw and Gina Wachtel. For believing in me.

To Lisa, Darlene, Janett, Karen, and Beth. Best beta readers in the whole damn world. I couldn't do this without you.

BY SAWYER BENNETT

Sugar Bowl Series

Sugar Daddy

Sugar Rush

Sugar Free

Cold Fury Series

Alex

Garrett

Zack

Ryker

Hawke

Max (coming soon)

Off Series

Off Sides

Off Limits

Off the Record

Off Course

Off Chance

Off Season

Off Duty

Last Call Series

On the Rocks

Make It a Double

Sugar on the Edge

With a Twist

Shaken, Not Stirred

Legal Affairs Series

The Legal Affairs Boxed Set

Confessions of a Litigation God

Clash

Grind

Yield

Friction

Wicked Horse Series

Wicked Fall

Wicked Lust

Wicked Need

Stand-Alone Titles

Uncivilized

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