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2022-07-22 09:39:28...I feel like I'm being ripped off by my niece.
She gave me her ancient iPhone 4 while she happily took my iPhone 11 Pro.She took my Porsche Cayenne while I'm stuck with her itchy 20 year old Honda Civic.She joyfully went out with my Chanel Wallet-On-Chain while I'm here carrying her $19.99 (before discount) sling bag.Thank God we don't share the same size because I get a feeling I'm gonna feel pressured to borrow her clothes in order to complete this pretence of being 19 year old Abigail Grey.To be honest, I wasn't sure about meeting this Daddy. It took me 24 hours to finally able to psyche myself into making this decision- I was thisss close to call it off.The first thing I did once I've convinced myself I'm gonna go see him was to call my niece; it's a given since I need her ID in case there would be a verification by Cupcake prior the meeting.Thankfully, she was hella excited with this news, hyping me further into thinking this is the better decision compared to staying at home doing nothing but watching tv or napping all day long.That is, until I told her when the meeting would be held, "Are you fucking kidding me?! At 3? It's already 1.30, you dumb ass!"She continued freaking out as if it's her meeting to attend (yeah yeah technically it's hers since it's her full name in the registration but you get what I mean) until twenty minutes later she got all upset, "You didn't tell me earlier about this! I’ve already made plans with my friends, Fee! I don't care, I'm going!"That's how she scored full marks today; bringing her friends to dinner with MY car, taking pictures with MY phone, all while having MY baby Chanel on her shoulder.And the best part is, we have to change our Identification Card. So this evening she gets to drink using MY ID. I'm so dead if my sister finds out about this."Good afternoon. May I know if you have a reservation?" A hostess politely greets me when I enter the restaurant."Hi. I have a reservation under Pheonix." I have no idea who's Pheonix, maybe it's Veronica's real name, I'm just stating what's being written here in this email.[ Time: 3pmPlace: AlexisReservation: PheonixClient: A.G and L.L.S ]Tell me, do you think L.L.S will be good looking?Young? Definitely. I'm guessing he's 39. I mean, unless he's a fiction character in a romance novel, he'll most probably be at the very end of this age range. Some bullshit like ‘I’ll be 40 next month so technically I’m 39 now’.And yes, I'm fully aware 39 is not young if we were to compare with my pretend age. That's a huge, jaw-dropping age gap. I was actually talking as Sophie, the 32 year old divorcee, not my pretend persona of this 19 year old college girl.Rich? Yeah, I think so. Because seriously, if you don't have money, why would you be a Sugar Daddy? How are you going to shower us with love, since love in this business equals money and expensive gifts.Contrary to the objective of most sugar babies, I myself make a lot of money from being an engineer so I don't really care about the allowance he's going to offer me. I'm actually more interested in meeting the person himself, because I believe people with money has more brain than those who doesn't. I have more chances of having intellectual conversations with those guys rather than by securing dates on Bumble or T!nder.Afterall, I ought to get something out of this after the hardwork I've done to be a 19 year old.And to pay for the damages Abby might make with my phone, my car, and my bag at this moment. Urgh, I feel like calling her this instant just to remind her NOTTTT to make even a scratch on those items!Wait. What the heck? Get it in your brain that you're here not to be a sugar baby, you're here just to judge these men for shamelessly paying for the companion of young girls. You are not going forward doesn't matter how this meeting turns out. Repeat after me: we are just meeting guys to kill time, not to be a sugar baby. Okay?"Right this way, Miss."She brings me to the end of the hall which makes me more nervous. Why is this place so big, I can't wait to put a face to this misterious LLS.Please. Please please pleaseee don't be fat. Not with a beer belly. Pleaseee, dear God. Please.I'm wearing a denim skirt that stops at the middle of my thigh, not too short, not too long, just what the 19 year old Sophie Summers would wear.With a white, loose t-shirt that is so cute, it's definitely what a 19 year old would wear to her first date with Daddy."Yeahhh if she's this ancient teenager who time-travels from the 90s! For God sake, Fee! Wear my crop top! This screams 19 year old more than that mom shirt!" Nonsense Abby commented my fashion sense when I appeared on her doorstep in this outfit."Shut up." Was all I said though now that I'm thinking about it, do I? Do I really dress like an ancient teenager from the 90s?Whatever. It's too late, I'm already here. Plus, I'm donning this pair of white sneakers to emit this kinda sporty teenager vibe. Thisss definitely makes me look like a 19 year old, right?I even set my hair into a high ponytail with a side fringe framing my face, a style I've always worn during my teen years.Lastly, I carry Abby's 19.99 bucks (before discount) sling bag that makes me put a mental note to buy a cheap bag later on so she won't have another excuse to take my handbag again. Ever again. No more bag exchange.She stops at a table located at one corner of the restaurant. I bet Veronica purposely reserved a table here to avoid anybody from hearing us.Aaaaand there's a guy sitting there.LLS.Oooohhhhh I think God just heard my prayer. Because there's a broad-shouldered guy in a tight fitting black shirt currently sitting over there, at the table, that the waitress is gesturing at right now.This is totally different than what I imagined.I mean, yes, romance novels always describe the male lead to be tall, broad shouldered, handsome, muscles and all. But this is real life. And what in the world would be the reason of a guy this dreamy to have a girl in his life through a sugar baby website?He must be a freak. Or annoying. Or has bad breath. Or all above.He watches me as I approach the table, both of us look at each other that I curve a smile on my face to ease the awkwardness."Hi," I'm so nervous it came out as a whisper.OH DEAR GOD. I feel like kneeling on the floor, wanting to worship THIS God; he's everything I imagined my next boyfriend to be."Hi." His deep voice is definitely the deal breaker.Yes! Yes! I'll be your sugar! I'll be your baby! I'll be anything you want!Related chapters
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"Would you like to order the drinks first?" The lady who directed me to the table is still here, now enquiring us. Well, I think she's asking US eventhough her eyes is directed to L.L.S. But I won't blame her, I too would be sucked in if there’s a man this gorgeous in front of me. "I'll have an Americano." Fuck, that's so deep. The voice I mean. Though that made my mind wondered if there's anything else that would make me think it is deep too. She finally turns her head towards me when I was still smitten by his voice, "What about you, Miss?""Oh. Erm. Just water." I have to play the role of a reserved 19 year old that is needing money hence this sugar baby attempt. I can't be me, the intimidating engineer who yells at contractors like it's a hobby. "Would you like to order something else?" She's back to LLS after giving me a simple nod to my water request. "No, that will be all. Thank you." He gives her a smile which she nods and walks away. Oooooh, this is definitely differen
Last Updated : 2022-07-22Salty Sugar Baby 6
[ This arrangement is between A.G and L.L.S for the duration of three months from March 15th to June 15th.1. A.G will be at the location mentioned in Appendix 1 from 7pm Friday to 7pm Sunday, excluding the first week of each month. 2. USD 5000 will be deposited into A.G bank account 3xxx87xx6 every 10th of the month. 3. This arrangement can be terminated at any time by a formal request to Cupcake and the other party, resulting in termination in the following month. 4. If item 3 occurs, money of the said month will not be refunded. 5. L.L.S will provide a vehicle; Mercedes Benz A-class with plat number LS3, on the duration of this contract. A.G shall return the vehicle before or on June 15th.6. Should L.L.S perform the limits stated in Appendix 2, the arrangement will be cancelled with immediate effect. Compensation of USD 500,000 will be given to A.G, provided evidence and reports as per Appendix 3. 7. Both parties to sign an NDA for this arrangement to commence.8. Should both
Last Updated : 2022-08-03Salty Sugar Baby 7
It's 6.20pm. I make sure I'm early today. I went home at 1pm sharp, showered (by showered I mean scrubbed every inch of my body, slapped a rich body butter, shampooed and deep-conditioned my hair, shaved at all the places that needed to be shaved), got dressed into the outfit I planned with Abby last night, did my hair, put on make up, perfected my hairdo since the first time felt imperfect (or I was just too nervous I had to pick on something), and finally, drove here with the infamous Honda Civic. Standing at the visitor parking bay of the location mentioned in Appendix 1, I am still deciding if I should go up or drive home. If I should be a sugar baby, or just forget about selling my body but go on the conventional route instead; meet a guy, go on a date, be his girlfriend, then his fiancee, bring him to see my parents, marry him, and only then bed him. I mean sex him. See how rusty I am in this game? You can't blame me, it's been four years since I'm in a relationship with a m
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"But I didn't bring my sports attire." Those words just glided through my lips before I managed to stop myself. Have I told you about the clown attribute to my personality? Especially when I'm nervous and try to get away with it, I would crackle jokes that most would find them barely humorous. But that never stopped me, and here I am, with my dry joke. He must have not known what to take of that super dry joke that he looks at me with the same blank stare he had earlier. Nothing changes, that makes me wonder if he's being dismissive again or he actually didn't get the joke. The significant pause overwhelms me too much that I surrender, "Heh. That... well. It was meant to be... urm. A joke." There's barely any reaction from him which makes me desperate for one hence I push myself into elaboration, "You know, just now when you said you have a few things to run with me so... erm." Nothing. He's still staring at me. " 'Run' with me," I laugh nervously, " 'Runnnn' with me. Run, an act
Last Updated : 2022-08-04Salty Sugar Baby 9
I'm not sure what time did he return home because I didn't hear any sound that hinted he was back.Instead of worrying about it, I spent the early part of the night with my sons, Cruz and Liam; they video-called me to show me what Dean and Chloe got them for their birthday. Their birthday is actually three months apart; Cruz's is on 11th of March, Liam's is on June 29th, but it's so much easier to get two presents instead of just one for the birthday boy to avoid myself from listening to the never-ending fights over that one freaking toy the entire week. Yes, I'm fully aware about the importance of educating kids on sharing but never mind, that's another battle for another day. I just want to have a peace of mind while navigating my single-mother life. The education on sharing will be applied sometime in the future, I promise. I didn't actually sleep well last night because of this new environment. The pillows, the mattress, the entire thing is absolutely wonderful but I just couldn
Last Updated : 2022-08-05Salty Sugar Baby 10
Pretty sure everybody has a different setting when it comes to conversing with different people. For an example, I would always be this boring technical person with my colleagues and bosses though come lunch time, the moment I sit down with the colleagues whom I'm comfortable with, I'd let loose and start being a clown with my, yeah, you got it right, with my never-ending dry jokes. When Mr Sinclair and I entered the cafe, I thought it's just gonna be the two of us. But the moment I see a gorgeous lady sitting at a table with the hostess directing us towards her, I instantly know that it will be an affair of three from here on. Her shiny blonde locks gives a hint that she's a frequent at a pricy hair salon. Her baby-blue dress with that pair of nude Manolo Blahnik, and a matching baby Dior next to her, well, that makes her look like a heiress that I suddenly feel intimidated by the way I'm dressing right now. Her make up is minimal but she wouldn't need much anyway with the natural
Last Updated : 2022-08-05Salty Sugar Baby 11
I am definitely NOT wearing these. It's just strings for God's sake! I might as well not wear anything at all if I'm going to let my girls out that much. How kinky is this guy for Beatrice to suggest that outfit for our first night. It shouldn't even be called an outfit. It's just strings! Gosh, do I sound like a 32 year old now instead of a 19 year old? "Abigail?" I hear a knock on the door along with the deep voice. Shit, I'm still in my clothes. I haven't even applied anything on my face. I was planning on putting a light make up right after wearing this lingerie Beatrice packed, which was a mystery to me since it was wrapped in a tissue paper, tucked in a paper bag. She said it would be a surprise for both me and Mr Sinclair. I am indeed surprised, Beatrice. So surprised that I don't have the time left to do my hair or make up because I spent it all raging over these strings. "Abigail?" He tries again that I begin to panic."Y-yeah?" I jump at the speed of light towards the
Last Updated : 2022-08-05Salty Sugar Baby 12
Every time I read romance novels, I've always thought what a bunch of liars those authors are, to put shitty smut that the majority of us women, don't even experience. Like seriously, getting wet just by his presence in the room? Or at the sound of his voice? Bullshit, that's what it is! Because the entire time I was with Dean, for six whole years (seven if we take dating into account), I've never gotten wet that easily. Heck, sometimes even after he has heated the engine for some time, I was still as dry as the Sahara. So yeah, bull-fucking-shit, you liars (authors) !But now, oh my God. When he said it like that, of how delicious I tasted, Oh. My. God. I finally realise my panties are actually wet. Soaked. He, this man, this Mr Sinclair, who's still looking at me with his captivating hazel eyes, is the reason of my soaked panties. What else can he do? Make me come merely by using his tongue? Fingers? Because those too, are two other bullshit romance novels have been selling to the
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