42: Yvette

"Get on the kitchen top."

Aaaaaaand that's when reality hits.

"I want to eat you first."

I knew it. There is only one reason for him to be home early, and that is to fuck me like the whore I called myself the night I offered to be his sugar baby.

Let's list out the details; we live together, we share the bed, and will be living and sharing the same space together for the next four years so I know we'll end up sleeping with each other one way or another, by how much flesh he and I were showing during that five days war over the mess in the living room.

Knowing this fact, why don't I just take advantage of it since I'm short of money anyway?

Smart, is what I'm calling myself these days.

Whore? Well that's up to you, I just know that I need to survive. You can judge me all you want but I'm the one who'll be suffering at the end of the day with no money in her pocket.

"You're still hugging me, how am I going to get myself on the kitchen top, Mr Knight?" I ask sweetly when he procee