A Month of Foot Massages Later, She Wanted to Be My Sugar Mama Chapter 1

I’m a wellness specialist.

Lately, a wealthy socialite has been coming to The Sanctuary Spa every day, always requesting me.

My services, originally just foot massages, gradually expanded to full-body treatments.

She’d lean into me, pliant and soft.

“Alex, it’s only when I’m with you that I feel truly alive.”

I’d smile and hold her close.

“Me too.”

But my eyes would drift to a hidden, subtly blinking red light directly across from the massage bed…

* * *

“Alex Hayes, client’s asking for you.”

My colleague, Mikey, let out a low whistle, telling me I’d really hit the jackpot. Just a few months into this part-time gig and I’d landed a sugar mama.

Young, beautiful, and most importantly, loaded. She’d topped up her spa card with a hundred grand without batting an eye.

“This is, like, the eighth time she’s specifically asked for you, isn’t it? She’s clearly smitten. Just seal the deal, and your tuition… oh, wait, your whole damn future will be set, won’t it?”

I nudged him away. “Cut it out, man. I’m not interested. Besides, she’s married. I’m not about to be a home-wrecker.”

Room 108 was pretty much my permanent station. I tidied myself in the mirror, making sure my uniform smelled of the spa’s signature aromatherapy blend – a scent the woman seemed particularly fond of.

Once everything was perfect, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

It was pitch black, no lights on. But I could faintly smell a fragrance that wasn’t mine.

I knew exactly what that meant. I spoke softly.

“Ms. Thorne, are you here?”

In the darkness, my senses were heightened. A soft, warm breath ghosted against my neck.

“Alex, I told you last time, don’t call me that.”

Cassidy Thorne’s voice slithered around me like silk, making it impossible to resist.

I pressed down on her unruly hand, swallowing hard.

“Cassidy, Cassie, do you… do you still need my services today?”

Cassidy suddenly pulled back half a step, and the room lights snapped on with a jarring flash, momentarily blinding me.

It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, revealing that Cassidy was prepared today. Her makeup was striking, and a silk dress clung to her body, showcasing every curve.

She looked annoyed. “Was I not clear enough last time?”

Last time, just yesterday, while I was giving her a foot massage, Cassidy had dropped a heavy hint.

She wanted me to quit this job, said she’d take care of me. As long as I was good and stayed by her side, she’d give me a house, a car, money—anything.

Cassidy picked up her fallen shawl and wrapped it around herself, a hint of impatience in her movements.

“Alex Hayes, you need to think this through. My patience has limits.”

I looked up at her. “This is a reputable establishment, we don’t offer… other services.”

Cassidy scoffed. “Then call your boss out. I want to cancel my card.”