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(Not) His Sugar Baby Caught
"I love you, T. Proposing to and marrying Rose later is just a status to cover my shame. We'll still be together even if I get married." Just one step inside the apartment, Rose had to be treated to a loud voice from Sean that made her feelings abandoned. The heart that was still in the form of a lump, immediately crumbled into pieces. Moreover, the scene in front was so suffocating. Two men were hugging, then followed by an unpleasant scene. The sound of two lips clashing was like the saddest song Rose had ever heard. The betrayal that Sean had committed in front of her eyes really disappointed Rose. Ever since the trip, she had been bothered by Sean's disappearance. Rose thought, she'd rather go to Sean's apartment directly than not get any news from her boyfriend. How could Sean destroy Rose's last hope of love. Having an affair with a man, seriously, what had Rose been missing? Rose knew. Sean had never gotten what she had been told he didn't want, to enjoy her body.
(Not) His Sugar Baby Fragile Heart
"What happened to you, Rose? Why are you here in broad daylight?" The worried tone of Aiden's voice emphasized that the man was worried about Rose being out of control. "Don't drink anymore, you'll get drunk. We have a guest who wants to pay you a lot of money. At six in the afternoon you have to serve him." Afternoon? Paid handsomely? Who was the guest? Rose's brain immediately started to think. Damn it, Sean! He had broken her heart like this and almost forgot her usual activities. It was a good thing Rose had only had two small glasses of wine, she was still in her right mind to digest Aiden's words. "What's the name of the guest who wants to pay me so much? I don't want to let yesterday happen again. You're not my good boss anymore if that happens again, Aiden," Rose said as she raised her head, which had been bowed. She gave Aiden a probing look. Don't let today's guest be Bouldog. That disgusting man was really troubling. "You just calm down. I won't accept strange
(Not) His Sugar Baby Unvited Guest
Rose looked at her face in the mirror to reconfirm how she looked. She was a little grateful to find that her make-up made her look fresher, only needing to add a bright red lipstick on her lips as the final touch. It was not without reason that Rose chose the color red. Apart from the demands of the job that made her have to look hot, red also symbolized courage. Rose sighed. Slowly her hands moved to color her own lips and now her appearance was even more perfect. It was almost six o'clock in the afternoon, in five minutes she had to go to the client's room to do her usual work. Regarding the work contract, the service provider and recipient had already signed an agreement. All Rose had to do was serve, then get paid - and that was it, she had some pretty free hours. Once she got home early, she could immediately lay down in her room. Rose stepped out of her dressing room. Strange. she don't know why suddenly felt bad about this one. She was afraid that the client who dar
(Not) His Sugar Baby Surprise On Hot Night
"Likes to challenge. Looks like your naughty lips need to be punished." Theo grinned warningly. His free left hand was used to press Rose's chin up. It just so happened that the lips were half-open, Theo had the opportunity to immediately crush them. Eyes that had been closed opened wide as soon as the wet tongue met his. Damn it! What was wrong with this woman's body, why did it affect him so much? Every inch of Rose's body was like heroin-raising the dopamine levels in the brain. Theo had never felt such a good lick in his entire life as an asshole. He was hooked! Unfortunately, he was about to bring his lips back to Rose's. The woman elbowed Theo in the ribs first. "How dare you kiss me!" A loud curse, followed by a stomp on Theo's foot freed Rose from his confinement. "Bar - bar!" groaned Theo under his breath. The feet still clad in pentofel shoes felt like they were about to be hollowed out by Rose
(Not) His Sugar Baby Already In
"You-you're still a virgin?" There was no answer from Rose. Theo didn't think asking was enough. He then looked down, his eyes rounded in disbelief at the sight of the blood below. How could Rose, a whore so low in his eyes be a chaste girl? Theo thought Rose was a hypocritical woman who used the important points in her contract as an alibi to get her paid well. He was dead wrong. For the rest of his life, Theo had never once touched a virgin. Even his own future ex-wife, Magdalena, was another man's ex-wife. Theo shook his head faintly. A feeling of guilt began to strip away a large part of his heart. Whether to Rose or to whom, all Theo could think about was his promise. A promise to someone that was broken today. Dara .... The name instantly hit Theo's head. 'Promise me, don't touch a girl, Dore. Don't take away their most precious treasure.' The image of an obsolete memory rang like a never-ending turmoil of hope. Theo would not have regretted what he did to Rose
(Not) His Sugar Baby Make Out Again
I suppose you're the sea, I'm the river and our relationship is the estuary, where your vastness can't stop me from diving in. Bridgette Elen Lagos. -------------------------------- "Fine! You insist." Theo smiled sarcastically. With a single screech, his voice boomed out to call someone out there. Lion sensed the difference in his master's baritone voice. He moved to open the door, entering to find Theo standing with his arms folded across his chest. A stern, haughty, sharp and cruel look could be seen in Theo's gray eyes. It had been a long time since Lion had seen such a rare sight. He was forced to reminisce about a time under six years ago. As far as Lion knew, since Dara's departure, his master had changed from being like a cruel Greek god to a better one and finally chose to live a normal life as a boss. But now it all seemed to have returned, ensnaring Theo until there was no virtue to be seen i
(Not) His Sugar Baby Make Out Again2
"Get your hands off my body!" The successive blows Rose gave him didn't stop Theo's depraved actions. The man was playing with Rose's, waiting for the pukas to drain the wetness. "You're ready for me." Theo whispered with satisfaction. Before Rose could offer any resistance, he pulled her hands behind her back. Lowering his head, he tasted the bare shoulder with his hot lips. Intoxicating. That one word described the opium pops in his head. There were so many strings of desire. There was only one thing he could do, penetrate before Rose found a way to avoid it. "Once in, immediately los. Do I get to play rough now?" Theo didn't need an answer. He began to grip. Pulling Rose's hair back. Rose's grimacing face gave him a pleasant sensation. Theo loved to see Rose so messed up. The demon in his soul compelled him to stay tough. "Normally your naughty lips would be insulting.
(Not) His Sugar Baby Dara
Beauty is pain. -------------------------------- The tread of feet echoed through the silence. The faint sound of ragged breath, as if aiming at tools that are left to cool on their own. The screeching sound of the door signaled that the room was left empty again with hope. Theo with a cold, piercing gaze walked into the empty throne. A large figurine hung gracefully in the dim light. His desperate steps halted. His legs bent, he knelt before the large figurine, where a beautiful woman was perfectly depicted inside. "I'm sorry," Theo squeaked with his head bowed deeply. "I'm sorry I broke my promise to you. I did it, took away someone's purity," he continued as he shook his head slowly. "Dar..." Theo looked up, calling out the name that barely left his lips. "Why the silen
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(Not) His Sugar Baby Ti Amo
Rose had to admit that Theo was quite different by remaining silent when their position was intact. The last sentence from her was ignored, the man was busy sniffing Rose's body scent. Deeply nuzzling the surface of her flat stomach. "Take a shower." Rose played with the black hair warmly. She smiled as Theo looked up at her. "Take a bath with me?" The ash bead drowned Rose deep in the warm ocean. She pursed her lips as she pulled Theo's facial skin wide to the side. "I'm old enough to bathe by myself. Hurry up...." A faint shake of Rose's head brought her to fall on her back on the bed. Theo's thirsty face and the man's large fingers began to dig into a t-shirt depicting a black bear, just like Theo who was currently resting on top of her. "I told you to take a shower, Theo. Not—" Rose was silenced by the tongue thrusting into her mouth. The sound of a wet sniffle trails off—a greeting of desire igni
(Not) His Sugar Baby Embrace2
Slowly Rose's eyelids slipped from their valves. The same Theo stared, silhouetted against each other in the mirror—Rose was lost in the seduction of the locking gray bead. "I was thinking of Oracle. He knows I don't like wearing earrings. Deliberately gifted me earrings so I'd wear them," Rose replied, successfully drawing one of Theo's eyebrows up high. "He's here, isn't he? Why don't you go straight to him." Theo's baritone voice whispered softly. Comparable to the smile on Rose's lips that curved again-this time briefly and too faintly. "He's back home ...." "Home?" Rose's body was slightly freed as Theo moved his face away from the crook of her neck. "Yes. Axe came to pick him up earlier." One step away she found Theo moving backwards. "Strange. Oracle came home because he was afraid of me, right? Did I hurt him too much?"Theo's quiet tone disturbed Rose's mind. She scrutinized the few times Theo's expre
(Not) His Sugar Baby The Embrace
Rose didn't care how the swaying bed jerked like a violent swinging shock. She maximized each powerful gallop like a giant crashing into the earth. Theo's body was a soft target for her feet. The man moaned in a submerged voice. Yet, also with pleasure... sometimes asking Rose to move from one spot to another. "Up again, Sugar. Up to the shoulders." Rose chuckled, still doing everything Theo wanted. One foot stomped even harder on her husband's hot, sexy shoulders. "That's it," Rose said. One leap ended the earthquake on the surface of Theo's body. She flung herself down beside the sleeping man. "You said you will give me back my gift box!" "I need to know. Who gave you the gift?" "Oracle. Here, give it back quickly." Rose's arms extended to pull the red velvet box in Theo's grasp. Their positions were in sync, both using their arms as a fulcrum to lift their chests. "Let me open it." Theo's large fingers separa
(Not) His Sugar Baby Red Velvet2
"No, you don't. You had your fill of acting like a baby last night." Rose ruffled the remaining strands of hair that still dangled over half of Theo's face. She looked down, searching for the most comfortable spot to strike. "Ouh, Sugar ...." A contrived hiss. Rose knew that no matter how much she clenched her teeth, it wouldn't give Theo much leverage. "Let go. I have to meet, Axe." "You son of bitch. I hope you don't leave before I get back." The chances of escape were slim in the conditions Rose had to face. She wasn't going to waste it, deliberately hunting her nimble footsteps leaving Theo alone lost on the bed. Rose reached for the doorframe. The hinges clicked after she positioned herself facing the man who had been calling impatiently. "You're taking so long." The stifled protest from the owner of the deep, raspy voice uploaded a barely perceptible smile on Rose's lips. "Sorry, Axe. I h
(Not) His Sugar Baby Red Velvet
"Open your eyes, Theo." The throbbing was still as loud as it had been the first time Theo had spoken. Rose's heart and head were fighting each other. Each fighting for the space that overlapped the boundaries she had created for herself. In between came a strange feeling, which Rose could not organize into a symphony. She was a jumbled mess of randomness. Should have reconsidered Xelle's sentence a moment ago, was it true that Rose was trying to stay with someone who made her get lost in her own feelings? .... No, she wasn't. Rose didn't want to be confused by all that reality. As far as possible, she separated the things that shouldn't be lodged in the deepest corner of her heart. Towards a kind of choice which is the most appropriate to win Rose's sanity. She didn't want to be conquered. "Wake up. Get up, Theo!" Rose squeezed the clay muscles in her husband's arm. Turning the curled up body to face the ceiling of the main room. "T
(Not) His Sugar Baby J'taime2
"What conclusion?" A look of unequal color narrowed sarcastically. Rose's face was lifted a little roughly until she looked up and stared at each other. "It's so bad that even saying his name scares Oracle. And you say he didn't mean it?" Xelle's whisper was like a spark of fire. Quite disturbing if Rose had to admit it. She brushed off the lingering link of fingers, though Xelle's actions were not hurtful. "Theo didn't mean to. I was the one who misplaced the Oracle in our midst," Rose argued, not realizing how the blind finally blinked. "You're defending him, Rose?" Rose swallowed harshly. The glint in her eyes flickered quickly. "I'm not. It's just that you don't understand. I told you, that Theo did that out of his control. He had a nightmare last night." Rose held back the lump in the back of her throat. "You know I love Oracle, Axe, he's my son too. But please don't make a mess here. I've seen my husband hurt enough times. Not anymore. P
(Not) His Sugar Baby J'taime
"Oracle, are you sure you want to go straight home? Not wait for Om T to wake up first?" Oracle's rejection firmly dispelled the offer Rose had repeatedly made. Rose's breath rushed out, lips pressed together thinly. She contemplated everything that had not and would happen. In front of her, from a distance Rose had guessed what Xelle's reaction would be, if the blue bruise on Oracle's conspicuously elastic bandage—covered wrist caught the heterochromia's eye. As slow as a leaf combing Rose changed position. Towering high, she awaited the quick approach of the one who was now beside her. "Daddy." The thin curve of the lips responded to Oracle's greeting. A neat knit of eyebrows rose with Xelle's sharp eyes scrutinizing. He took a deep look at Rose's face, then turned back to the first focal point. His large body knelt down, light as a feather to reach for Oracle's small fingers—noticing carefully the cloth wrapped densely... breaking the suspi
(Not) His Sugar Baby Nightmare2
"Travis." Rose pushed her way in, making the man behind the ledger jump. "Sorry, Travis. I was in a hurry." "What is it, Miss?" The light question came after Travis closed the thin sheet marked with a string. "Do you have any painkillers or anything to treat the bruises on Oracle's hands? Theo just had a nightmare and accidentally did this to him. I'm scared if anything happens." Travis's eyebrows shot up. "Mr.T just had a nightmare?" he asked. In stark contrast to Rose's haste. Travis was too calm to notice the extent of the bruise. "No need to worry, miss. You'd better see the master, I'll treat him." Travis smiled. She hesitated between refusing or agreeing. Rose glared at Travis and Oracle's faces in turn. She blinked. "Are you sure there's nothing to worry about?" "Yes, Miss. I can handle it. You should see the master. He may need you." Stunned, considering things from all angles. Rose finally sighe
(Not) His Sugar Baby Nightmare
"Uncle T, you hurt me. Let me go!" "Uncle T!" Rose tried to understand the situation in the dim room. Faint squeals of pain clashed in the air. Rose frowned, as the almost uninterrupted movement in its entirety pulled her closed brown eyes wide open. In front of Rose several black events were fully recorded, broadcasting the silhouette of a rough resistance along with a small body that was trying hard to pull himself out of the grip of the subconscious. Rose's heart hammered violently. All the chaos overlapped to form ornaments in her head. She took definite steps, quickly bringing half the darkness to light. And then some things that Rose couldn't digest properly, appeared in a heap, jolting her feelings. On that torture—like bed .... Oracle was completely unable to resist the strong grip that could be seen from the muscles digging into the surface of the large, clayey, man—sized arms of the person there. The
