Chapter 5 I Don't Want to Be Your Sugar Baby

Yenna's point of view.

I turned to the bathrooms to look for Jacob, I was very uncomfortable in the company of her high society friends, they were talking about foreign currencies, investments, and especially about bulky women, and what they would do with their huge breasts in their mouths. They were disgusting!

But my eyes were wide open when I saw Jacob's ex-wife, the great woman was coming down the hall, fixing her hair, and wiping her cheek, it looked like she was wiping away a tear, but my surprise was greater when I saw behind her my beloved new boss, I could tell by her walk an air of satisfaction; At the conclusion of the case, they were together.

I felt how nerves took over my stomach, something like an attack of jealousy, it was as if I was his real girlfriend, I took a deep breath and regained my position; Jacob saw me in the distance, gave me a big smile, raised his hand and greeted me, I just raised mine a little and also greeted him, responding with a big but fake smile.

"Did I take too long?" He asked me with a bit of cheekiness, I was silent for a few seconds, while I thought about what to answer.

"No, not at all, I guess you were doing something very important," Jacob stared at me as a naughty child who had just found a new toy, or who had made some mischief.

"She's jealous Isabella, my ex-wife is completely jealous, thank you" her words made my countenance change immediately, what I suspected was true, I was talking to her, and as crazy as it seemed, that made me a little jealous.

"Well, Jacob, I'm so happy for you, that's part of the contract, isn't it?" I turned to the table and took a glass of wine, and in one sip I drank the whole drink.

"If this continues, if it really works, the contract could be for less time, obviously I will pay you in full as agreed Isabella, but you have no idea how much I want to get back to my wife. I turned again and stared at him, surprised by what he had just said, I frowned and gave him a bad gesture.

"I came to think that your intentions were different

"What do you mean?" He asked, confused by my attitude

"Not at all, Jacob, who am I to say what you want to do or don't do?" — again I turned my gaze to the table, took another glass of wine, while he simply raised his shoulders, far away from what I could feel, he was simply happy and pleased to have caused his ex-wife those feelings, he was delusional, that she saw him with me would not make her return to his side,  It was absurd, but there every madman with his story.

He continued talking to his friends, from time to time he would meet his gaze with hers, and in those moments I would become his toy again, because he would caress my back, or give me a sweet kiss on the cheek, for the moment he wanted to run away from there, run and terminate the contract he had signed,  But I needed the money so much... That my refuge was the glass of wine in front of me.

I had a drink... Two drinks... three drinks, meanwhile, Jacob's indifference was more than evident, he acted as if he was carrying a trophy to an exhibition, scoundrel!

I wanted to stand at the dressing table, and I felt dizzy, it was evident that the drink had caused its effect, no matter how sudden movements I made, I had to go to the bathroom.

"Jacob, honey," I said in my convoluted voice, "I must go to the bathroom."

At that moment he realized that things were not going well with me and with his astonished face, he showed me a feigned interest.

"Are you okay?" Do you want me to accompany you?

"No! I can go alone," I replied as I stumbled, but at this moment it was where I thought, first dead than simple, I walked as best I could, without revealing my state of unconsciousness.

But inside I was dying, I wanted to vomit, I was completely drunk and discouraged, as best I could I got to the dressing table, I gave a loud knock on the door and quickly crouched in front of the toilet and began to vomit everything I had drunk, nausea took over me and tears flowed from my eyes at the same time,  A lot of rubbish was coming out of me.

I fell sitting against the wall of the bathroom, and my head was spinning, it was as if I was falling into a deep sleep, it couldn't be! the sleep and the discouragement, the drunkenness was being stronger than my own consciousness.

Jacob's point of view

My gaze is focused on Katherine and my wretched cousin, they don't stop kissing, and as she does it, she looks at me, her eyes are like two daggers that are completely piercing my inside, and it hurts, I swear it hurts.

I take a big sip of my drink and want to tell Isabella that it's time to go, but she wasn't even sitting in her chair, that's when I realized that since she had gone to the bathroom she hadn't returned.

"Have you seen Isabella?" I asked one of the people next to me, but he just shook my head, I got up from my seat confused and went to the bathrooms, a couple of women were at the door muttering and laughing out loud, while pointing towards the toilet.

When I peeked out to see what was going on, poor Isabella was sitting on the floor, against the wall, her clothes in tatters, her face in a suit, her makeup smudged, and completely asleep, honey! "What's happened to you?" I barely whispered.

"Get out of here!" Where is the gender solidarity that feminists fight so hard for? If they see a woman in this state and instead of helping her, they make fun of her.

"Is she your wife?" Or your sister? One of them asked in a mocking tone, out of respect for the fact that they were women I didn't answer them, I approached the fragile Isabella, and began to give her gentle blows on her cheeks.

"Isabella, Isabella, are you okay?" — She barely moved and opened her eyes slowly, a strong stench came out of her mouth, and that made me laugh, she barely saw me, she jumped up.

"Where am I?" What happened? She asked as she straightened up, confused.

"You're a little drunk honey, we're leaving this place, forgive me for not coming sooner."

She didn't even realize what was going on, she hung on my shoulder and walked next to me, I took her through the back door to avoid the comments of the guests and of course the murderous look of my ex-wife would be a terrible idea if she saw that show.

In the car, she lay on my chest, and fell asleep, it was about forty-five minutes until I got to my mansion and I could only caress her soft cheek, protecting her was my duty, I had made her someone she didn't want to be, and in her first time as part of the contract,  He had given her a hard time.

When we arrived, I picked her up in my arms and laid her down on my big leather couch, she was so sensitive, so tenuous, so fragile, she was only 21 years old, and I didn't want to hurt her, if I wanted her to continue being my girlfriend on request, my suggar baby, I had to take care of these little details too,  and I would have gotten hurt. I wrapped her in a soft blanket and stayed by her side for the rest of the night, I also fell asleep, it had been a long, strange night.