Driving My Sugar Daddy and His Fiancée Novel – Chapter1 I became Nathaniel Sterling’s kept woman. So I registered his Maybach on Uber. Whenever he was out of town, I’d sneak out to pick up rides. I kept it quiet for nearly a year. Then one post blew up. RideShareMaybach was trending everywhere. Some sharp-eyed netizen clocked it immediately. “Wait a second. That interior. That custom plate. Isn’t that Nathaniel Sterling’s car?” Just like that, I accidentally trended my sugar daddy. I was done. How the hell does someone lose two jobs in a single day? The Trending feed blew up. I was thumbing through Uber for a ride when a notification lit up the Diamond Drivers group chat. Marcus Donovan had seen the news. “Emily, everyone’s losing it over that Maybach. Looks just like your uncle’s ride. Better check it before Uber flags the registration and hits you with a fine that’ll eat your whole paycheck.” When I first started driving the Maybach for Uber, I told everyone I was a broke undergrad hustling for beer money in my uncle’s car.
Out of our tight crew of seven, six of the cars were borrowed. Marcus’s Rolls-Royce Phantom was the only one he still owned after his business crashed and burned. So no one doubted my story. But Marcus’s warning set my pulse racing. I pulled over and checked my phone. RideShareMaybach was already sitting at number one. The comments section was a war zone. “If I’m not mistaken, that Maybach is a limited edition. Three in the entire world. The media did a full spread when Nathaniel bought his.” “Driving that for Uber? You can’t even cover the fuel costs. Are billionaires pulling PR stunts now?” “Hold up. Nathaniel’s IP traces to Mexico, not the States.” “Definitely not him. My buddy saw Nathaniel at the World Cup last week. The girl next to him looked like Isabella Hartley.
No clue if it’s a date.” “@Nathaniel, forget the game and come home. Someone’s joyriding your car on Uber.” “OMG, leave my idol alone! Isabella’s busy with her career. Don’t drag her into this.” Comment after comment. Line after line. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. Nathaniel had indeed taken his fiancée to the World Cup. The rising star, Isabella. They were probably boarding a flight back right now. My plan had been simple. Break up with him the second he landed. I hadn’t even known he had a girlfriend until recently. I figured I could squeeze a decent exit package out of the situation. But this mess torched any moral high ground I had. I stayed silent too long. Marcus called. “Emily, what’s going on? Some drivers are asking questions. Give your uncle a heads-up. If they leak your info, you’re toast.” Tell him? I knew one thing about Nathaniel. Great in bed, ruthless with grudges.
When I first became his kept woman, I couldn’t handle his stamina. I lied about my period to skip nighttime duties. He caught on in two seconds. To teach me a lesson, he dragged me into the bathtub and went at it for over three hours. My legs still ached thinking about it. I couldn’t imagine what he’d do if he found out I’d been using his Maybach as a private taxi. My voice trembled when I finally spoke. “Marcus, I have to come clean. I’ve been taking the car without telling anyone. Just trying to earn extra cash. What do I do?” “Relax. Family’s family. He won’t kill you. And honestly, a young girl driving alone at night? That’s on him for being a shitty guardian. Come clean, play cute, and it’ll blow over.” As he said that, the phone on my dash let out a soft ding. The automated voice announced a new trip request. Five minutes away.
Rider: Sarah. Destination: Lakeview Manor. What? Another ride? I fumbled to cancel, then saw the fare plus tip. Enough for a week of groceries. My hand froze. My brain raced. I was near the airport. Lakeview Manor sat right next to Nathaniel’s estate. My situation with Nathaniel was already doomed. Instead of waiting for him to come back and destroy me, I’d get ahead of it. Take this last ride. Stop by the villa to pack my stuff. It was on the way. I’d pocket over two hundred bucks. Screw it. One last ride. Late at night, the airport finally fell quiet. Wrapped in silence. Only a handful of people waited in the lot.
From a distance, I spotted a girl with a suitcase, scanning the curb. Baseball cap. Loose tee. She looked like Isabella. I pulled up. The door slid open. “Hop in. I’ll grab your luggage.” I stepped out. The girl turned and called back. “Nathaniel, come on! The car’s here. Put the phone down.” Who did she just say? My hand froze mid-air. I looked up. Our eyes locked. No warning. No prep. At that exact moment, my phone started vibrating wildly in my pocket. Flight landed early. I’m here. Don’t bother picking me up. I’ll grab a ride. Be home in thirty. Wait for me, sweetheart. Me:…