Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss! by Nora Hoover

Chapter 26 Greedy and Lustful

"Ah!" Sadie cradled her head, tears streaming from the throbbing pain.

Micah's lips twisted into a triumphant smirk. "Go on. What's next with your boss?"

"It hurts so much! It's killing me..." Sadie choked back her sobs, her voice quivering with distress. "Are you getting back at me for last night? I know I was wrong..."

"Where exactly did you go wrong?" Micah inquired, his tone detached.

"I shouldn't have handed you over to those rich ladies," Sadie confessed. "Thankfully, you managed to escape. Otherwise, you could have really been crushed under their weight. That would have been tragic!" "Not to that extreme," Micah shot back, his tone icy and sharp.

"Not extreme? The three of them together could have flattened you with their combined weight," Sadie said as if a newfound sense of morality had dawned on her. "If you were gone, who would help me share in their wealth? From now on, I won't force you into such situations. We'll save up gradually, little by little..."

"Glad to see you have a shred of conscience left!" Micah remarked, a hint of approval in his icy demeanor.

"How much does your sugar mama lavish on you each month?" Sadie pried, her curiosity getting the better of her. "She's even letting you drive such a fancy car. She must be very generous to you, right?" Micah felt a sense of foreboding. "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious," Sadie said, her voice tinged with hesitancy. "Is it in the thousands?"

to

Sadie ventured another

Micah's frown deepened.

palpable. "She

"What do you want?"

Sadie inched closer, a sly smile playing on her lips. "It stipulates that you have to give me half of your earnings for the first three months. And

have let his guard down

out to those women, he'd been filled with loathing, vowing

like genuine remorse. And the nightclub manager had informed him that she'd been waiting for him from dusk

to the nightclub to see the truth for himself. He'd witnessed her in a tussle with several women, all vying for "him," and

turned out she was just angling for him to keep making money for

sugar mama isn't so bad. Financial security is better than toiling away at the nightclub... But

unaware that Micah's expression was growing darker by

a few rich women to sponsor you. If one gives you 50,000 dollars a month, then with ten, that's half a million dollars. That

the back of her head. He pulled her towards him, his voice as cold as the abyss.

her nerves jangling. They were barely an inch apart, and she could feel his breath, sense the predatory intensity radiating

air between them crackled with tension, and

and hastily apologized, "Don't be mad. I was just making a suggestion. If you think my request is too steep, we could go 40% and 60%. I'll take the smaller cut, and