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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 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 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 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 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 Prologue
What's better to do on a Sunday afternoon than having a tea party with Cinderella, Ariel and Belle? Of course nothing, not even a business meeting or hanging out with my friends, because this is absolutely my dream come true to spend my worthless time with three adorable Disney princesses. Note the sarcasm. "It's your turn," the brunette Cinderella sitting next to me says after she divides the fake plastic donuts evenly among us four. Whoever said time is gold has clearly never met me. Despite my mother and my sister's opinion that the value of my time is merely copper, I think it’s worth one-hundred-carat diamond, not just plain old gold. But no, of course not according to those two, their nails and hair are more precious than a hundred carat diamond."Uncle Teen," the one in yellow gown calls me, "are you listening?" "You can just leave if you don't want to join us," the sharp tone from Ariel makes me turn my gaze from my iPhone straight to her stern face, "you're not even dress
Bitter Sugar Daddy 1
Like I told Ariel yesterday, customers are always right, even though they are a pain in the ass. In this case, my client and my business partner are both a pain in the ass. "The mango cheese cake is to dieeee for, I promise." Gerard dramatically rolls her eyes up as his right hand touches his chest. Claudia Green laughs as I scan the menu scribbled on the black board that is pasted on the wall of the cafe. Instead of having lunch at a restaurant I've booked for us, Gerard decided it's better to consume their lunch calories on dessert straightaway since our client has a sweet tooth. "Welcome to Jahn and John, what can I get you?" The voice makes me turn my eyes from the menu, straight to the owner of that sweet, sweet voice even though I haven't decided on what to order yet. Bloody hell, it's the bloody babysitter. "Tell me honey, should we order the infamous mango cheese cake?" Gerard asks in his friendly vibe. Not even a full day but we're already meeting again. What are the o
Bitter Sugar Daddy 2
"Thank you so much, Serena." I can hear my sister's voice from my room. We're supposed to have a meeting in five minutes regarding our mega project with Claudia Green. But as usual, she’d drop by at my assistant’s place which is just next to mine, to have a chat with her. "The girls loveeeee her!" Her high pitch voice is annoying sometimes. "Really? Glad to hear that, Mrs Jones." Serena sounds happy, contrary to her behaviour when she's with me. "Can she come this weekend too? The girls have been asking if she can come and play with them." Are they talking about ‘her’?"I'll have to ask her first. I'll let you know later?" Wait, why would Serena have anything to do with her? Did she book the babysitter? Why would my assistant do that when Maddy has her own assistant? "Yeah sure. Tell her I'll be paying her with the same rate like the babysitter who's supposed to show up. Urgh, I'm never hiring anyone from that agency again. So unreliable!" If the babysitter never showed up, then
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