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Bitter Sugar Daddy 44
When she appears from the lobby with a fluffy fur shawl on top of her tight white dress, I can't help but to stare at her all the way from the moment I first seen her till she stops her track right in front of me. The hairstylist I hired has gathered all her hair into a messy bun, just like how she looked like during our first date. Though this time around she's wearing a pearl white dress instead of the silver one, with a noticeable baby bump that makes my heart clutch knowing it's my doing right there. If any boy dares to flirt with her, my kids are gonna be the one stopping them. At four months with twins, she definitely looked pregnant and glowing. "Thanks for the crew." She smiles brightly at me, looking like a beautiful swan in this outfit. A beautiful, delicate swan. I did hire a whole team to make sure she appears with the image of a billionaire's wife. Looking at her now definitely makes me feel like I'm getting what I paid for worth every cent. "Where's Charles?" She as
Bitter Sugar Daddy 45
Jordan is my most trusted bodyguard who's been working for me since a decade ago. I've assigned him to follow Eve since the day we got married and those six weeks when Eve and I were living in two different places, he would come and update me on a daily basis. He’s been quiet since Eve lives with me; I told him to see me only if there's any alarming issues regarding her safety. Until last Friday when he requested to see me so I quickly clear up my schedule, so worried if it has anything to do with the mother of my babies.Only to be lectured for more than ten minutes about how dangerous it is for Eve to climb the stairs whenever she takes the subway, or how tired she looked when she has to walk so far to change from one train line to another, or to stand in a long line waiting patiently for the train to arrive while looking all pregnant and heavy. Don't even mention how red he looked when he described on certain days Eve had to brave through the rush hour either in the mornings or F
Bitter Sugar Daddy 46
"Eve," I call her when she's reading her notes while drinking water at the kitchen. She's been hiding in the bedroom since hours ago, perhaps to study for her test tomorrow and only now when I see her outside of the room I dare to talk to her again. "Hmmm?" She asks but her eyes are still on a piece of paper she has in her hand. "Charles will send you tomorrow." "Hm?" Her eyes go straight to my face, "Why?" "He'll send you to school, pick you up after school, he'll drive you anywhere you wanna go." You don't have to take the subway anymore Sweetheart. "Errr why?" I don't answer her but walk towards my study when she follows me instead, "How are you going to work then? I thought Charles send you to work everyday?" "He'll be taking care of you from today onwards." "Why? I can go to school by myself. It's okay, I don't need your driver." "He'll send you tomorrow." And that is final. Why is it so hard for her to listen to me? She must have heard how hard my tone was when she mu
Bitter Sugar Daddy 47
"I swear if one more person ask me when am I gonna give birth I will fucking tell her tomorrow! TOMORROW! I'm done explaining the whole thing!" She plumps her ass on the couch as she huffs and puffs. Every time we go out, people (especially older ladies) would stop her and bless her for a smooth delivery, which would direct to the infamous question 'when are you due'.They'd be surprised to know that she's only six months pregnant with such huge belly so she had to explain she's actually carrying twins, which would lead to more questions like 'oh which side of the family has twins?', 'Is this your first twins?', 'Does your husband have twins too?', 'Do you have a twin yourself?', 'What did you do to get twins?', 'Is there a specific diet to get twins?'.At first I was irritated too but nowadays I somewhat enjoy the show knowing she'd be this pissed once we're home. "Not funny Austin!" She shouts to herself perhaps feeling a kick from her left. She asked the doctor about their posit
Bitter Sugar Daddy 48
I'm not sure if it's because of the heat or purely from the pregnancy, or both. But Eve has been grumpy since she finished high school. At first she argued about working at her aunt's cafe claiming she's been doing it every summer since she was 14 so it's ridiculous to not do it because 'it's in my bone'. I said no, so she asked if I'm gonna pay her instead the money she lost because of my stubbornness not to let her work there. I said no, so she asked again to work there. After a multiple 'no' followed by her arguments to still work there, it seems like we're going in a circle here, that she finally proposed something that I could say yes to. So from July to August, she has been cleaning the house and doing laundry, along with all other chores my housekeeper used to do. For the fact I'm still paying Flora but instead of having her come here, I asked her to take care of the landed property I bought last year for our growing family. I still plan to move there once the babies are
Bitter Sugar Daddy 49
This has got to be the most nerve wrecking moment I've ever had in my entire 33 years life. The babies are due mid of October but when we came in today for our 34th week check-up, Dr Fisher decided to perform an emergency c-section due to the leaking of the amniotic fluid from our daughter's sac. Baby boy was doing fine and growing healthily but we're worried about our baby girl. That's how a few hours later we're in this operation theatre, ready to welcome our bundle of joy earlier than expected. Though Dr Fisher and the paediatrician assured that everything would be okay since they're big enough to be delivered. "Everything's gonna be fine," she tells me as I sit next to her, waiting for the doctors to arrive. She looked scared but she's the one who's trying to assure me so I take her hand and nod. An hour later we have our baby boy in our arms and a few minutes afterwards, we see our baby girl but she is brought straight away to NICU after delivery.I never knew my heart can e
Bitter Sugar Daddy 50: Yvette
He didn't argue or even say anything when I told him I'm leaving for school so I thought he was fine with it. Clearly he's not because all my messages were not read, all my calls were sent straight to the voicemail, leaving me hopeless as I wonder if he blocked my number? We agreed about my education. We agreed all I have to do is give birth to his children, then I can have my life however I wanted. Two are out, one more to go. Though I have secretly asked the doctor to put an implant so I can go to school in peace. I've learned my lessons carrying the extra weight while attending school. It was exhausting both mentally and physically so I don't care, I refuse to be pregnant throughout this four years bachelor degree. I haven't been in contact with Augustine for 10 months now. Thank God my sisters and parents did share pictures of the babies whenever Augustine brought them to meet my family. I miss my babies so much but I can't contact them; he is still blocking my number. Even my
Bitter Sugar Daddy 51: Yvette
It was Friday and I waited the whole damn day at the lobby, but he didn't appear at all until I had to leave around 5 when Dani called about Dad's accident at the daycare centre. Turns out he had another heart attack when he was in the bathroom, which made him fall on the floor and hurt his head. The moment I reached the hospital he was still in the operation theatre with Dani, Serena, and Emily already waiting. Only Zoe is missing but she's on her way here since she lives on the other side of the country. Two hours later I don't know if I'm crying because of dad or from the crisis I'm having with my husband who purposely hide my babies from me but I am clearly a mess, that my sisters suggest me to go home and rest. "Go home, hug your babies, and calm down. I promise I'll call you, Evie." Serena assures me but I only sob harder hearing that. I don't have my babies, Serena. It's even worse if I go home and see how empty the house is. So I shake my head, "No, I wanna wait for dad."
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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
