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Bitter Sugar Daddy 79: Yvette
"You're gonna stand there the whole night?" It's not night, it's already morning asshole. Early morning. Veeeeery early morning. He lies down on the bed again, perhaps tired of waiting for me to make a move. We've been staring at each other and I know I should go to him but I can't, my feet won't let me. They have pride despite what my unfaithful mouth said just now. "Take all the time you need," he murmurs with eyes closed, arm rested on the forehead, "The more time you take, the longer it will be till you see them." A freaking bully! That's what he is! But I managed to find some strength to overcome my rebellious inner self, and take a step closer to the monster. "Hm," he opens his eyes sensing my presence, "Finally." "Can't we talk like two civilised adults? Co-parent like other divorced parents?" Because I really don't want to have sex with him. He sits up again, "You broke my trust for so many times, and you want us to talk like two civilised adults?" He must have gotten
Bitter Sugar Daddy 80
Have I mentioned how much I hate this apartment? Like on the scale of 0 to 10, I'd give it a hundred. I fucking hate this place. And I've only been here three times. Putting her sweaty body on the bed, then covering it with a piece of blanket, I get up and walk towards the kitchen, hoping to find a bathroom somewhere. I need to wash all these sticky fluid on my cock and find a cloth to wipe her since she's already closing her eyes the moment her head hits the pillow. There's a big fat chance she won't be waking up until a few hours later. There's also a big fat chance I just signed up to be a father of three. Seriously, how can I forget about the one thing guys should remember; bag it before you tap it. Urgh. Well in my defence, we've never bagged it. She has always been on birth control. Which I'm not sure if she still is. Nevermind, there's always Plan B. Sliding the shower curtain aside, I can't help but to curse seeing a small square space with a shower head on the wall. Bloo
Bitter Sugar Daddy 81: Yvette
When I'm on my way home after cleaning a house at the upper east side, I see a black seems-to-be-too-expensive-to-be-here car parked at the street next to my apartment building. I know instantly it's him. So I walk to the car and stand next to the door, about to knock on the window when it rolls down as if he knows I'm out here. "Open the door for Miss Tanner, Charles." He commands his driver that immediately goes out of the car and jogs towards me. "I'm tired, nuh-uh, I'm not going anywhere." I shake my head as I move my index finger left and right signalling a no. "I'm not gonna fuck you on that death bed." He mutters annoyedly through the window. Charles is standing next to me since I'm still talking to the boss, blocking the door he wanted to open. "Too bad then, go fuck yourself in your castle, Knight. Toodles." I straighten my body then turn to Charles who looks like he's trying hard to hide his smile, "Good night, Charles." "Good night, Miss Evie," he replies politely as
Bitter Sugar Daddy 82: Yvette
He's been coming here almost every night. I would see his car parked in front of my apartment building and when I reach my place at the third floor, he's already there next to the door, waiting for me. We don't talk much these days, it's purely business by going straight to fucking. Unless there are times when I couldn't take how disgusting I felt with the sweat from cleaning houses and offices that I'd shower first. I know, why should I bother. I was gonna get 'dirty' anyway. Believe me, I'm disappointed with myself too. For wanting to get the best experience when we do it. As if I wanted to do it, not being forced to do it. Screwing my toxic ex-husband? Pathethic. Screwing somebody's fiancee? Whore. Using his penis for MY orgasms? Double whore.Humping myself shamelessly on him until he cums? I certainly can't be helped anymore. That's it, I'm a lost cause. But when I see my calendar, counting days till the day we will finally talk about me seeing the twins, it's all worth it
Bitter Sugar Daddy 83
That was a sloppy mistake. Which I'm determined not to repeat in the future because one, I shouldn't go against my own words. I shouldn't fuck her. I shouldn't initiate it. I shouldn't move it. I shouldn't, why the hell did I do all those things. Two, I can't catch feelings. And those things, the little gestures I did, kissing her hair, stealing a kiss, touching her body, all while she's asleep, no. I can't have any other feelings towards her aside from hatred. Or lust. No, just no."Aug." Sydney's voice makes me snap out of it. I turn to look at my fiancee who's standing in front of me in her silk robe. After the morning sex, Eve rushed to get ready for work as I put on my suit from last night and headed home instantly. Sydney did text me about sleeping over at my place this week, which is the main reason I'm not keen at going home last night. I feel like I'm cheating on Eve if I come home to sleep with Sydney on the same bed after having sex with her. "Where did you sleep last
Bitter Sugar Daddy 84
[ I'll tell someone if you're not here before midnight! ]I sigh reading her last text before she goes quiet. It has been four hours and I've been calling her over and over but she refuses to pick up. But I can't leave the party, Maddy would freak out if I do that and most importantly, it will break my kids' heart if I leave them for the fact I promised I'd stay till the end. So after sending them home and tuck them in bed, I ask Charles to drive me to her place. It's almost midnight so I'm still on the clock. I will destroy her if she fucking tells anyone about us. "I'm here." I knock on that thin plywood when my key couldn't unlock the door. She must have locked it from inside. Yes, I've got my own set of keys now. Her eyes widen the moment she opens the door, "Oh wow, I called for Mr Knight. But I got a Superman instead?" Ha-ha. Funny. I ignore her comment then get myself in there, before her neighbours start to appear and harass me again. There were a couple of times when I
Bitter Sugar Daddy 85: Yvette
I don't know what else to do. I'm too far gone if I want to quit, but I seriously don't know what can I do next to persuade him into letting me see our kids. It's been six months, and according to the news, the wedding that is supposed to be held next month has been pushed back which I can't help but to wonder if it has anything to do with me fucking the groom. What's worse is I don't just wreck their relationship, it's as if I'm this thick skinned whore who doesn't have a heart, who doesn't have the slightest guilt for what she has done these past six months when I shamelessly follow her Faceb0ok account. In my defence, I have been following her since before I fucked Augustine because sometimes she posts about my children; that's the only place I get to see my babies. Their face was not revealed but I know they are Mason and Mimi. I want to see them, even if I have to occasionally see Augustine in some of the pictures. I have to say I'm relieved to see him at recent posts, which
Bitter Sugar Daddy 86: Yvette
"Don't go to work today." He tightens his grip around my middle when the alarm woke me up. I push his hand off me but he's not letting me go, instead he asserts another order, "Stay home today." "I will if you tell me the supermarket is yours." This cashier needs to make ends meet. He sighs which makes me push his hand again, and this time I managed to free my body to reach out for my phone and hit snooze. I don't remember what time did we finally sleep last night because we continued fucking from the couch in the living room to the wall of our bedroom and finally, on the bed itself. Instead of sleeping in and hit snooze countless times, being lazy and all about going to work, today I actually look forward to leaving this place at the first snooze. I need to get away from him. "Why are you so stubborn," he pulls me to the bed again and this time hovering over me as his way to forbid me from leaving. "I don't want to see you." I blurt out the truth. Because I'm done lying. We
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