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Bitter Sugar Daddy 12: Yvette
When I went to Mrs Jones's house last week, or when I grabbed his hand at the club, I didn't realise the ink on his left arm. Perhaps I was too intimidated by his bulky appearance that I missed it. I like seeing him in that suit. But to compare him with the checklist I have of the guy I'd like my boyfriend to be, uhmm let's just say I don't like tattoos and too muscle-y guys. It's like all they do is go to the gym and be bad-ass. And please drop the attitude, you're not the only handsome and rich guy in this world. Can't you be a little bit humble? Or friendly? It doesn't cost you a cent to at least talk to me when we're sitting next to each other during the three hours brunch. It will only cost you time and your deep sexy voice, sir. Which by the way, your house is ahhh-mayyy-zing! It's painfully clean that I keep on checking the floor if I accidentally leave crumbs or something, and is beyond sterile (if that's even possible) as everything is so white and shiny. And sharp. And o
Bitter Sugar Daddy 13: Yvette
I thought a guy his age can navigate the date into an awesome, memorable one but turns out it/he/the-date-and-him is soooooo boring (sure, memorably boring) because I'm the one who have to ask all the questions. It's either me and my interview questions or us sitting quietly and awkwardly with a bowl of dessert between us. I didn't even want to eat that thing (I work with mango cheese cake, mango milkshake, mango everything-dessert so imagine my lack of interest) but it's so boring and awkward not to do anything I kept on shoving the mango ice shaved into my mouth. My teeth froze a couple times but I kept putting the ice in. I've gotta say I couldn't wait to get out of there. But then he suddenly told me he needed a new tie for tomorrow's important meeting. He brought me to a luxury boutique that I didn’t know how to pronounce the name but it screamed money, so I tagged behind him like another salesperson who recognised him instantly the moment she saw him. He sure is a regular the
Bitter Sugar Daddy 14: Yvette
He takes another phone call after he told the driver the place we're going. While at the same time I'm freaking out to receive text messages from my sisters, wanting me to get my ass to our aunt's house right there right now; she's having a party today but I'm still here even though the party has started an hour ago. The car stops in front of another busy street. The one with lotsa luxury boutiques. "I have to run." What? You're ditching me? Just like this? This is how you're ending our date? Oh my God. Halfway through the date I thought you're somewhat okay but no, you are a douchebag. To drop me off the street like this. "Jacquline will help you," he says once I get the hell out of his stupid car. Hmph, I can go home on my own! The subway is there for a reason! To help poor people like me reach their destinations! Hmphh! "See you at 8." He gets back into his car. Whateverrrr you asshole!Wait, what? 8? *** Two hours later, I'm escorted out of a high-end beauty salon the sam
Bitter Sugar Daddy 15: Yvette
"Thanks for dropping me home." I tell him once the car stops in front of my house. It's been one flavorful date. I feel like I went out on two dates instead of one; ass-tight Mr Knight before the dinner, and charming Augustine 8pm onwards. "You're welcome." My heart swoons every time he smiles, and right now I really want to take my phone out to take a picture of him and his smile. On top of the two photos we took while we're at the restaurant."Oh, totally forgot about the pictures! Can you air-drop me those now?" "Sure," another smile. Ouch my heart. The sound of it falling. Never knew someone can touch your heart just by flashing a smile. I can't help but sneakily take a picture of him looking at his phone, probably marking the pictures he wants to air-drop. "I just realised I don't have your number." "Oh, sure," I key in my number while he holds his phone, "There. Air-drop me those pitchas please." "A date for every picture." Heh, funny. Though throughout the dinner he's
Bitter Sugar Daddy 16: Yvette
Among all five sisters, Emily is the coolest one. She doesn't care much about what people say as long as she gets what she wants. Pretty sure that's the one quality that makes her a successful C-list actress.Next is Zoe. But she moved for work so I only see her on holidays. Serena, her twin, is the complete opposite of her. She's so organised that she has lists for everything. And that means we have to do things by her lists. Her goddamn annoying lists. Dani is supposed to be the youngest of four but Mom had me when she was 10. She's fun but most of the time she isn't around since she's busy with her fun friends. Though she does spend time with our parents on Sundays. The irony is, she's a kindergarten teacher. I wonder what's going to happen if one of the parents see her drunk ass at the club. She's hilarious when she's drunk though. "Can I have another one?" And she always dine for free whenever she comes here. I can tell she's Lilian's favorite niece because every time they ha
Bitter Sugar Daddy 17: Yvette
"Hi." I startle the moment I hear that voice just three days after I rejected him at the cafe. I was this close to have that walk of winning-a-scene when his stupid phone suddenly rang that he excused himself to attend an urgent matter. Fuck you, for robbing that moment from me! I turn around only to see him standing tall in front of me. Instead of wearing a full suit, he's only in a dress pants and a white dress shirt. The first two buttons of his shirt were not done as the sleeves were rolled until they stop near his elbow. As usual, it's a tight fitting shirt that makes him look like Clark Kent about to transform to be Superman. "Can I buy you a meal?" He asks when I keep quiet, just staring at him blankly. Okay perhaps not blankly, I'm taking note of how hawt he is right now. FYI I just watched the latest Superman movie last night hence the reference. Drooling on Henry Cavill 🤤"Are you asking me for a date?" I arch an eyebrow as he chuckles. "Sure, if you're willing to." P
Bitter Sugar Daddy 18: Yvette
It's supposed to be one date.And suddenly I'm getting ready for our uhh wait, let me count first, (yes it has been THAT many) so okay, this should be our twentieth date. I was nervous when we got to our third date, because from the movies that I watched and the romance books that I read, the third date could mean progressing to make-out session. Or even sex. But he was such a gentleman -yes he was even though he's still an asshole at work from Serena's complaints- he didn't do anything. Not even a kiss on our third date; the picnic. Nowadays it’s like I already know what to do on Saturdays; to spend it with him. He would pick me up around 10 in the morning, we’d spend the day together and after dinner, he would send me back home. We finally kissed on the seventh date, after 2 months dating. It was a brief kiss at the end of our date, but enough to make me excited to wait for the next Saturday, where we finally had our first passionate kiss. I don't know if it's good since it's my
Bitter Sugar Daddy 19: Yvette
"I need to tell you something." I think it's important to let him know about this one thing before we proceed further, before we're too far gone. "Hmmm?" He asks with a flushed face. His lips are glistening with my juice. Honestly if I know he's going to ask me to be his girlfriend tonight I'd dress up beautifully instead of donning this stupid donut pyjamas. And if I know I'm going to lose my virginity tonight I'd at least put on a nice set of lingerie instead of this purple marshmallow-pattern cotton panties and a pink cotton bra. I look like a 15 year old. "I'm a virgin." "Oh?" He looked confused but then sits down in between my wide spread legs. "Oh." It has finally sinked in."So, do you want to stop? I don't mind. Really." He tries to convince me he's okay with it, even with his facial expression. I giggle as I shake my head, "I'm just letting you know, in case you don't want to sleep with a virgin." "Why wouldn't I?" "Aren't you afraid if I'm going to get clingy or som
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Bitter Sugar Daddy Epilogue
I've given birth to two beautiful baby boys at 38 weeks, thank God we managed to keep them longer compared to Mason and Mimi ten years ago. Both were ridiculously long and heavy I am absolutely grateful I had them via c-section instead of getting my hoo-haa destroyed with how big the boys are. "Mummy," Mason calls me when I'm busy packing my breastmilk prior transferring to the freezer, "We're all waiting for you." He pulls his long face as he looks at me boringly. "Yeah yeah okay, give me a minute. Almost done." We're having our newborn photoshoot at the garden today since we didn't do that with our first twin. Augustine insisted on having it done before the boys are one month old. "Come on girlllll!" Carrie enters the kitchen joining Mason who's already sitting in front of the island, hands under the chin. Did I mention Augustine also invited family and close friends for this casual brunch? Yeah right, 'casual' with a catering crew and a buffet in the garden. I haven't seen wha
Bitter Sugar Daddy 99: Yvette
"Goodnight Sweetheart," he whispers on my ear as he yawns. He must be tired from everything he does today; work, kids, stuff. While me, who is still on bedrest, is seriously feeling restless by having absolutely nothing to do. I've tried gardening, cooking dinner, watching Netfl!x, and a bunch other useless boring things but I'm sooooo NOT tired that I can't sleep this early. I am full of energy, and these boys too by the way they're kicking me right now. Have I mentioned how horny I've been? That's all I can think of whenever he's with me- those delicious abs, the seductive smirk, deep sexy voice, firm ass, damn he's like a sexual object right now. Which I can only see but cannot touch. "Are you asleep?" I ask him in a low tone. He has stopped stroking my hair so there's a big possibility he already is. "Hmmm?" He hums sleepily. "I want you." "Hmmm." He hums again lazily, clearly uninterested. "I wanna have sex with you." "Hm." Can I take it as a yes? I've asked consent and
Bitter Sugar Daddy 98: Yvette
For God sake, fuck me already. He has been sticking his hard cock between our body every single night for three months now and yet he hasn't done anything about it. I'm sure I haven't gotten fat, only my tummy is going out a bit but other than that, I'm still wearing the same size. So what's happening? Why isn't he fucking me anymore? Does he want me to fuck him? Like I did before? When he called me his mistress?But I am still thinking. I am still in that thinking (or if we were to be precise; trying-to-accept-his-apology) period so it should be him who does the fucking. Afterall, he's the one who thinks with the dick all the time so what's happening? Why is he not that barbaric, egoistic, sex maniac man anymore? "Are you working today?" He asks on our way to the car after we're done with the monthly check-up. Our babies are healthy and growing, I'm officially in my second trimester now. He opens the door for me so I slip inside the car and sit in the passenger seat. He gets in
Bitter Sugar Daddy 97
It's Friday and I was planning to pick up my wife and kids, uhh, my ex-wife and kids from school and work since 'someone' is gonna have her first sleepover this weekend but again, a crisis happened that I had to stay at work until seven. I fucking left the whole thing to Gerard and fled home eventhough we're nowhere near solving the crisis because there's no way I'm gonna miss the first dinner with them."You're sure about sharing the bed with Mimi?" I ask her when we're cleaning up after dinner. The kids are transferring the dishes from the dining table to the kitchen sink as both of us stand next to the island, packing the leftovers. As usual, she doesn't say anything unless it's necessary so I go further into explaining, "You can sleep in the guest room if you want. It will be a lot more comfortable." And maybe I can sneak in at midnight and accidentally fall asleep there. "K we're done." Mason announces after he puts the last plate there. "I'll load the dishwasher, you guys ca
Bitter Sugar Daddy 96
I don't know what else to do I'm seriously so fucking tired from the work, Eve, and the kids. It's only been four weeks but I feel like I'm already reaching my maximum capacity of tolerating this. Every day I would wake up in Eve's little bed, kiss her good morning and tell her how much I love her, how sorry I still am, and off I go to my house so I can shower and have breakfast with the kids before sending them to school. Work for the whole 8 hours, then pick up Eve from her work place, send her home, back to the kids to have dinner with them and tuck them in bed before going to the apartment to spend the night with my wife. Uhh, ex wife. Mother of my children. I'm tired with this routine, and I feel worse when Eve still won't talk to me. I shouldn't complain because I'm the one who caused all of these but I'm just ranting out here. I don't know what I did, that made Eve refused to talk to me till this day, but I'm beat. So the last trick in my book would be this, bringing her
Bitter Sugar Daddy 95: Yvette
I can't, because I'm afraid he'd leave again if anything I say would trigger the same mood, if the next time he leaves he'd leave for good, with the kids. He was gone in the morning after an I-love-you and another apology. It's Sunday, so by 10.30 am Charles was already downstairs to pick me up for the fourth Sunday meeting with the twins. We have our baking class today, and as usual Mimi and Augustine will be in one team while Mason and I in another. "You seriously think I'd believe that?" Mimi shakes her head in disbelief as she stirs the bowl in front of her. We're learning how to make apple pie today."You never complained." He shrugs as he keeps on slicing the pastry."Because you look like you believed your own story," she shrugs too, it's cute how those two are behaving the same way and not realising it, "Didn't wanna crush your heart."He scoffs, finally looking at her, "Didn't wanna crush my heart? I was doing that so 'I' won't be crushing yours and Mason's heart." "Well
Bitter Sugar Daddy 94: Yvette
'Disappear from my life for all I care, you're dead to me.'I'm awake in tears as I've been the past four days. The same line keeps on looping in my mind when I'm in subconscious mind and eventually forces me to wake up in the middle of the night that I'd cry until I've fallen asleep again or the morning comes. I keep my eyes closed despite the tears staining my cheeks, because it sucks to open your eyes to this dark, cold night only to realise I'm pathetically crying alone in my bed. "I swear I'm not lying, I swear Augustine. I really didn't plan for this." I swear with my own life that I don't plan for this baby. I swear I never planned to use anything against him. I'm beyond grateful to spend time with the twins once a month, why would I do something to upset him when I'm trying my best to make him happy so I can see the twins every Sunday instead of just fourth Sundays.'We haven't been pregnant the whole time and you expect me to believe that now? When I've confessed my feeling
Bitter Sugar Daddy 93
I regretted what I said the moment those words rang in my ears but I left anyway, because I couldn't take the sight of her crying face anymore. How could she lie to me after all the promises she made? Even if she doesn't love me anymore, how come she has the heart to manipulate our situation into this? Using another baby? She fucking swore she won't do it. Why would she drag another life into this? After three days I've finally calmed down and go back to the penthouse. We need to talk, and lay down the plan. I don't want that innocent baby to be caught in the middle like Mason and Mimi were. They end up not getting their mother's love for five years, thanks to my hatred towards her. I don't want that to happen to the baby. Everybody deserves their mother's love, and I'm too old for this revenge shit. But the penthouse is empty. For the fact it's almost 11 now. It's not Friday night so she's not having her girls night. Where is she? "She's home." "I 'am' home, J. She's not here."
Bitter Sugar Daddy 92
I can't just 'whatever' her, because I love her. Even if I want to 'whatever' her so bad, I care. I fucking care about her. I care every bit of her to the point of noticing even the littlest thing, of how she has changed these days as if she's trying to distance herself from me. Every time I arrive at the penthouse after tucking the twins to bed, I would always find her already sleeping. For God sake, it was only 8pm when I got there but she had already dozed off either on the bed or on the couch, in her work clothes. At first I wondered if she had been staying up when I go home after we finish fucking, if she continued working until late at night hence the lack of sleep. But it happened every single day. She couldn't be working every night, and back then before the fight, she never did this so...I hate to think this is one of her ways to not have sex with me- I had to be this inconsiderate, horny old man who'd wake a tired, snoring lady just to claim his good time. Sounds like a
