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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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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
