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Bitter Sugar Daddy 89: Yvette
"Play with your tits," he commands when I'm moving up and down on him. I laugh mockingly as I hold onto the bed frame behind him, "It's not Saturday. Don't order me around." Bitch."It's almost Saturday," he murmurs as he tugs on my nipple making me cry in pain. Uhh, both pain and pleasure. "Not yet," I push his hand off my body, "So don't touch me."He obliges and keeps his hands to himself, continues watching me humping myself on him. "Eve," he calls me again when I'm closing my eyes, grinding myself on his cock while taking a break from the ride. "Hmm?" "Today's the 30th." "What?!" I quickly open my eyes and pull myself up, crawling to my phone that's been lying at my side of the bed. Looking at the time and date on the screen, "It really is!" How can I miss it?! I forgot to set a reminder! "Can't you at least finish the job?" I look at him again as he directs his eyes towards the erection I left a few seconds ago to check the time. I giggle, "Opss, sorry." I go back to h
Bitter Sugar Daddy 90: Yvette
Leaving for the airport at 5am to catch my 8 hours flight to Milan is exhausting. Finally arriving at the hotel close to midnight, local time, I can't wait to put my body in a flat surface that's bigger than that business class seat. "This way, Miss Tanner," the bellboy gestures his hand towards the left that I nod and smile at him, following his footsteps that later brings me to the elevator. There are a few other guests taking the same elevator and whenever we stop at a floor, I get anxious as I don't remember what floor we are going to; right after the receptionist handed over the key card, I just dropped it into my bag along with my wallet and phone. Considering I'm bringing a large tote bag, and that key card could've been deep underneath other stuff, I resort to using the bellboy's card instead of rummaging my bag in front of others. Finally, after everyone has gone to their floor, the elevator dings and I open my tired eyes, half yawning, "We're here?" "Yes, Miss Tanner," h
Bitter Sugar Daddy 91
Going to Milan to propose to her is the best decision I've ever made since we got divorced. She might have rejected my proposal but I am truly grateful when she agreed to be my girlfriend for five days. It means the world to me eventhough she never replied my I-love-you even once. "Today is not Saturday," she pushes my abs gently when I was about to enter her. It's day one after we're back in New York and I totally forgot we're not in 'that' relationship anymore. We're back to Eve and Augustine, parents of Mason and Mimi. "What if I change the rule? I don't want Saturdays anymore. I want every day to be me doing all the work." I am madly in love with her, that's why I'm saying stuff without thinking much. And yes, I realise I'm talking with my heart. But my brain gladly accepts it because I've been very happy these few months. If you still doubt it, ask my cock. We are all very, very happy. "We shouldn't,” she shakes her head, seems to be worried, "We agreed to be the way we were
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
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 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 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 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
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