All Chapters of The Sugar Baby Decided To Quit: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“I thought the date would be rotated?” I couldn’t help myself to ask, “Isn’t after Michael… it’s back to… Alexander?”I felt so stupid for asking that. He had just insulted me and right then I asked another man if Alexander would take me on a date. I was a mess.“But you just did a date with him,” Renald said casually.“What?” I was dumbfounded. “When?” Was there a time-lapse that I did not know of? Did Alexander use his magic on me to not remember anything? Oh no… what did he do to me?“You guys walked together around the house,” Renald said, “That was your date.”“What?”Renald was shocked to see my reaction. I was shocked with my raised voice too.“I mean… how can that be a date?”“The date doesn’t have to be specific,” Ren explained still in a casual mann

“W– what?” I stuttered, “I’m not… aroused…” Obviously, it was a lie. But a hybrid couldn’t smell lies, right?His fangs pressed into my skin, but not so much that they pierce me yet. Renald slipped one hand under my tank top. His touch burned my skin. And I could not deny that there was building anticipation.He licked the spot again, sending chills all over me. I saw his eyes flashed red in an instant before he then plunged his canines to my skin.I gasped.I only heard the subtle crunching sound in my ears before I felt the stinging feeling coursing through me.It hurt so badly. I moaned in pain, clutching Renald’s shirt without thinking.He drew me closer. Then suddenly, he took out his fangs.‘Is it done?’ I thought, ‘That’s fast.’I heaved a sigh because… it was not as bad as I thought it would be. But then he whispered,

“No. No,” I shook my head. “That was Renee. That wasn’t me. I’m Arianna. Not Renee from your past life.” “You are The Lady,” Tony said, “So you are one and the same.” That sounded gibberish to me. How could I be the same person as all of those girls Xander showed me in the paintings? It was bollocks! “What about Crishella and Kinara then?” I asked. “Kinara can’t be me. She’s too badass to be me.” “They were you too. Just in a different time,” he answered calmly. “Plus, you are a badass, Arianna. You always were and always will be.” Oh, that was actually nice. But that was beside the point. “I don’t remember anything from their lives…” “But you’ve started having flashbacks, right?” Tony continued, “You’ll start to remember them one by one and not in sequential order.” Okay… that was a lot to take in. So, I was about to remember all eight–because I was the ninth–lives I hadn’t known. I wrote Renee’s name on the pa

Swirling my chair a couple of times, I rolled my head back to see the ceiling. It had been three days since I stayed in the mansion. My routine was getting up, go to the lab, and spent the whole day there. I made Xavier sent my meals to the lab, so I never had to join the boys in the dining room ever again. Not that I would anyway. Other than Tony, I had not seen any of the princes. I was told that Renald had a three-days of film shooting in another city. Michael was busy as always and that Xander was busy, apparently. I was Xander’s sugar baby once, I knew what his schedules look like. And I declared to myself, that he was obviously avoiding me. I sighed again. It also didn’t help that for the last two days, I had been having dreams. One dream was about me riding a hot-air balloon in the sky. I remembered the adrenaline coursing through my body in that dream. It felt so real. Another was about me singing on the stage of a theatre. I remembered that I

“I’m not in the mood for a date–““That’s not up to you, is it?” Alexander said in a low tone. He just took out a gardening knife and cut a stem of rose with one sharp snip. The flower fell to the ground and Alexander stepped on it until it pulverized into pieces. The scene sent chills down my spine.“What’s that flower ever do to you?” I asked. I had to. Because my inkling told me that Alexander pictured me as that flower. How he crushed the poor thing so easily was similar to how he tried to put me down mentally.Alexander put in the scissor back to his front pocket then turned to me. “What a flower does,” he said slowly, “It entices me.”“If it gives you pleasure, shouldn’t you savor it?”He clicks his hand and suddenly we were not in the garden anymore. The garden turned into a room dominated by black color. Black walls, black furniture, even b