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Bitter Sugar Daddy 60
"How's stretching, man?" William taps my shoulder when I join all of them at the tail of the private jet. The adults are sitting while enjoying the buffet while the kids are missing perhaps in the little cinema with their nannies. I'm not sure if they heard Eve and I since we were sitting at the other end of this plane but Maddy must have shared the gossip with her husband. "Not sleepy anymore, Evie?" Maddy asks when she walks in. She blushes, grinning, "Where are the kids?" "They're watching Frozen. But I think Mason is still sleeping in the bedroom. Here, have a drink. Before the madness begins." Maddy hands her a glass of champagne as I settle on one of the chairs. Dad is working on his laptop while Mom watches all four of us. "I thought Evie is only 20?" Mom casually throws the question as she puts her resting-bitch face. "Uhh," Eve immediately stops the glass from tilting to her lips, as she looked like she's busted from doing a crime. "Oh come on Mom, it's a vacation. Ch
Bitter Sugar Daddy 61
She was still sleeping when I wake up the next morning. Of course she is, having the luxury of sleeping on the king size bed, while I lie on the couch that is too small for me, struggling to fall asleep because of the blue balls and uncomfortable setting. The thought that I have to stay with her for another three days is killing me. Two hours later she finally joins us for breakfast. I was sitting with my nieces as they share about the new board game their dad just bought them when she leans in for a kiss. "Good morning Baby," she smiles sweetly after the brief kiss. "Good morning Sweetheart." I reply which later she proceeds to greeting the girls and then her children. After spending the whole morning at the beach, all of us have lunch then I settle down at the living area with my nieces to play the board game with them as Eve puts the kids down for their afternoon nap. "Who's winning?" She comes back an hour after gone missing with the twins to the bedroom upstairs, sitting ne
Bitter Sugar Daddy 62: Yvette
I am beyond exhausted after spending the whole day at the university, running around between classes and labs, only to continue the night with working at the supermarket. Augustine might have paid for my education but I still need food and a place to sleep hence these part time jobs; during the weekend I'd work as a waitress at a fine dining restaurant, making more money that I make with my weekday cashier job at the supermarket but still, I need both jobs so I can afford stuff including a ticket to go back to New York every summer. I miss my babies, I miss the father of my babies, but when I'm this exhausted every single day for the whole ten months, I don't get to feel the loneliness much. Because for every free time I have, I'd look at the pictures I took when we were together during the summer breaks, and right before I managed to dwell into sadness, somebody would call me telling 'break time is over', or I've fallen asleep with book opened, face pasted on the desk. I'm tired.
Bitter Sugar Daddy 63: Yvette
Two days ago Dad was laughing with me when we watched his favorite show, and Mom was yelling at me for being touchy-touchy with her husband. But today, I've lost both of them. Standing at a corner of the hall, I don't know what to feel as I watch my nieces talk to their mother; Dani with her twins while Zoe with her one year old. Emily at the other corner is being hugged by her husband as Serena talks to some of the guests. I can't accept the fact that we lost Dad for a bacterial infection. He was absolutely fine when I left that morning, but it only took 11 hours for sepsis to happen and he left us just like that. I didn't even get to see him before his last breath. And Mom, she took her own life a few hours later when all of us were mourning over the loss. She cut herself when nobody was looking, only to find her in her pool of blood lying unconsciously in the janitor's closet. If it wasn't for the janitor, we would never know where she was. I can feel my tears welling in my ey
Bitter Sugar Daddy 64: Yvette
"Why is Mummy still sleeping?" "She's tired, Mace." "But she's been sleeping for so long!" "She'll wake up soon." "Can I open her eyes?" "No.""Just a tiny bit?" "No, Mimi." "I promise I'll close it back. I just wanna open it a tiny bit for one minute." "No Mimi."I slowly open my right eye hearing the warning of a very familiar voice. Is it my mind playing tricks again?"But Mummy is awake now, Daddy!" "No she's not.""She issss!" "Lower down you voice, Mace." "She is! She is!" Mimi jumps up and down as Mason directs his index finger towards me. The huge man turns around with a shocked face, murmuring, "She really is." "Mummy you're awakeeee!" Mimi is already sitting on the bed next to me as Mason runs towards us. "You sleep too long, Mummy!" She frowns as she lies down next to me that I smile and quickly pull her into my embrace, "I miss you so much, Baby." "What about me?" Mason jumps in as I open my arms wider so he can join our hug. "I miss you too, Mace. So much.
Bitter Sugar Daddy 65: Yvette
The birthday party ended around 4, and the kids were exhausted that they fell asleep in the car during our ride home. I mean, MY home. Just like the rides we've had before when we're going back to the penthouse after a day full of activities that the kids are asleep in the car, we keep quiet and listen to the music until we've arrived at the destination. I don't try to make small talks anymore since the first few times I was only responded with one or two words, or none at all. Perhaps silence is the best ambience. "Thank you for today," I let out my usual gratitude as I unfasten the seat belt. "Thank you for the twins." Hm? Did I hear him wrong? Is he saying thank you to me or it's just my head spinning 'thank yous' since I've been a little nervous about saying it, rehearsing it in my head eventhough I've said the same thing every time he sends me home.It must be it. Silly me. "Alright, see you tomorrow? I guess?" I look at him after I'm out of the passenger seat. "Bye." Wit
Bitter Sugar Daddy 66: Yvette
I was getting to know my new colleagues and mentor when the phone rang. It was my first day of work so the secretary brought me around the office to introduce me, along with the other two interns- Estelle and Marvin. After the introduction we were sent to our new workstation and that's where I got to know some of my colleagues further. "Excuse me," I smile to them as I take out my phone, the name Parker is pasted on the screen. Huh? Why is he calling me? Is it about the kids? "Hey Parker," I bring myself to a corner for privacy. "Good morning, Miss Evie. Are you free for a chat now?" "Uhh, yeah, I guess. Maybe for a minute or two." I look around to ensure none of my colleagues are watching me; I don't want to leave a bad impression as the intern who's always on the phone since her first day. "Alright, I just wanna know if you're free this afternoon? For lunch?""Oh." It's been a while since we have lunch together. The last time we did was when I handed over the documents for the
Bitter Sugar Daddy 67: Yvette
His mother has been introducing me to all of her friends that pass by us. My cheeks seriously hurt from the continuous smile I flashed to those people I swear I am this close to investing myself with botox, at least it will make my face permanently smiling eventhough it looks fake. And Augustine, oh God. Enough with the staring already! He doesn't do much, just providing his arm for me to attach myself to him. Though whenever I talk to his Mom's friends, he'd stare at me again making me uncomfortable. "Do I have something on my face? Is it my make up?" I finally ask him when we are alone. His mom is off to the back stage to prepare for the next agenda. "You've been staring." I say it out loud when he makes an expressionless face that I feel the need to explain. "Is it my hair?" I ask as I touch my half updo, "Or my lipstick? Is it my lipstick? My make up?" "Yeah.""Really? Shit." I freak out then look around for a restroom sign. I knew it, it must be something on my face. If not
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