The CEO'S Sugar Baby

Chapter2

2

Janet's POV

[Billionaire CEO, Drake Hoffman, finally leaves gold digger for the real gold!]

[Janet Hoffman? That doesn't even sound right!]

[Janet got what she deserved! Shame on her!]

I scrolled some more, tears threatening to choke me. But every single post I saw had more or less a variation of the same headlines.

Attached to each post was a string of photos. I recognized the two people in the photos instantly. One was Drake, the other was Trista. But Drake was almost unrecognizable.

The way he was smiling like a fool and looked so much in love. So much so that a perfectionist like him apparently didn't notice the slight kink caused by Trista’s palms on his chest and had allowed it to be captured on camera.

I felt my eyes burn as I looked at the picture. It pained me to see Drake looking at another woman the same way he looked at me when we were in public.

Had he just been acting all these while? Had I been making a fool of myself thinking he was repressing his feelings? Had he spent the night with her? Was that why he never returned last night?

I wasn't sure of the answers to those questions. But one thing I was sure of was that I had to retain my last shred of dignity.

Rather than waiting for him to come break up with me, I was going to be the one doing that.

I cleaned my eyes and straightened my back with resolve as I walked out of the mansion. Parked outside was the Ferrari Monza Drake bought me on our three month anniversary.

I smiled bitterly.

The car was one of the things that had deceived me. Even though he acted cold in private, he never stopped with the gifts.

The apartment in a high end part of the city, the Ferrari and the exclusive Audi model, the jewelry and the expensive trips. The honorary degree from the most prestigious college in the country.

I let out a chuckle of self derision when I recalled the honorary degree. I now saw how foolish I had really been.

Scoffing at myself, I got into the Ferrari and started it up. But my efforts at holding the pain using self derision was broken down before I had driven a few meters.

Parking by the roadside, I rested my head against the steering and cried bitterly.

College, the one thing I had strived for, the one focus of my life after the accident. I had wanted to graduate with honors and make my mother proud. Prove to her that she hasn't lost it all when she lost her husband, two sons and her own consciousness.

But after I got into the fake relationship with Drake, he soon became my new focus. Everything I did revolved around him.

My job, my social life, my aspirations.

Quitting college was only a matter of course. It was necessary to keep up with his never ending trips and conferences and meetings, seeing as I was his personal assistant.

Vaguely, I wondered if I could keep the job. It didn't seem likely. Not that I wanted it though. Looking at Drake everyday, knowing another woman has got him, being reminded how foolish I had been…

“Alright! Enough self pity, girl. Go do this!” I growled at no one in particular, suddenly angry at myself.

I typed a quick resignation letter and sent it through mail.

Biting my lips with resolve, I restarted the car once more. Soon, I was standing in his office.

“It isn't six yet, and this isn't my house,” Drake said as soon as I walked through the door, casting only a glance brief enough to see who it was before returning his gaze to the laptop before him.

I stared at his face, and I wondered how anyone can be so hot, yet so cold. Drake was the hottest man I've ever seen.

With a face like a Greek sculpture of Apollo and enough height to go with it, he easily stood out in any roomful of people. His charisma made sure he kept the attention he snagged when he entered.

Well, as long as it was official business, otherwise, he just fades into insignificance. But even then, no one could quite keep their eyes off him.

Only I knew that for him, it was all business and perfection. Nothing drove home the point as well as seeing those pics. The look in his eyes, just as intense as when he looked at me, reminded me Drake Hoffman never leaves things half done.

If he was going to be in a relationship, he was going to act like it. Fake or not, it didn't matter. Well, till the relationship was off.

I steeled my voice. Now the relationship was off, it was time to pretend like I had been acting too.

“I came to return your keys,” I said, throwing the key to the apartment on his desk, along with the keys to the two cars he bought me.

Drake looked confused. He squinted at the keys, then looked up at me.

“What for?”

He sounded so thoroughly confused, - his face was inscrutable as usual - that I wanted to smash something against his head.

“Well, were you expecting me to keep them?” I tried to keep my voice from shaking.

“Why, yes. They're yours, aren't they?”

He had turned back to his laptop now, like my case was a closed one. I clenched my fists. The pain was evaporating quite fast, replaced by anger.

“As much as I appreciate your generosity, I don't think your new woman would. Thanks, but I'm not keeping them,” I said, making my voice as frosty as possible.

Drake's head shot up. I saw realization come into his eyes and realized he was only just realizing what I was on about.

“Oh, that's why you're here, is it? To break up?” he asked.

Somehow, I thought his voice repressed rageful anger. But then, it was such thoughts that put me in this situation.

“Sure. I would rather break up with you than wait for you to come do it yourself,” I replied frostily.

The chuckle was so sudden I took some steps backwards. I looked at Drake warily. It was the first time I had ever seen him as much as chuckle in private with me.

“Break up?” he asked, squinting at me. “That's a laugh. Who told you that decision rests with you?”

I opened my mouth and closed it, but no words came out. I wasn't sure what he meant.

Suddenly, Drake stood up and walked around his desk to perch directly before me.

“Look here, Janet. You have no say in this relationship. The contract said two years. You still have five more months to go, and you're going nowhere before then. Understood?”

My lips moved wordlessly. The ridiculousness of his words robbed me of my power of speech.

I knew Drake always honored contracts to the dots, but this was on a whole new level.

After quite some time, I finally found my voice.

“Contract? You're still talking about the contract? You – “

Drake put up a hand to stop me. “Why, of course, yes. The contract was clear. You act as my girlfriend for two years, I take care of your mother. If you want to break the contract, then you have to refund everything I've eve

r spent on your mother!”

“You can forget any further funds from me for her treatment too,” he added coldly.