All Chapters of I had a sugar daddy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Hey, Mal... Umm... A friend of mine is throwing a party tonight and you can come if you want?"   "That's actually pretty kind of you, Tom, but I don't know."   "Oh, come on! It'll be fun! A bunch of eighteen,twenty year olds, drinking beer or Jägermeister and dancing!"   "But who are these people? I swear if they're from my school I'll jump out the window."   "So you'll come after all?" Tom jumps in excitement and his silver eyes shine under the artificial light coming from the lamp hanging over the bar.    Seeing his excitement makes it almost impossible to tell him no. But knowing my mother, if I agree I'll probably won't live enough to go to that party.   "I don't know, Tom. My mother is the problem..."   "Remind me, how old were you?"   "Eighteen," I murmur embarrassed.   "Then why do yo

I pull clothes out of my wardrobe and throw them on the floor. I'm trying to find something decent to wear for tonight. Viktor said he'll come to pick me up at 6 PM, so I have less than an hour to get ready! I'm getting more and more nervous as the clock ticks.   "Mallory? What's this mess you're creating?!"   "I'm searching for something elegant to wear," I briefly brush off, not looking at her.   "Like what?"   "I don't know, a dress perhaps?"   "What for?"   "I'm going out on a date!"   "A...date?" Mom stares at me with such a concerned look in her eyes. I expect her to flip again and scream some bullshit about me not going.   "Yes, do you have something to say against it?"   "I... With who?!"   "If everything goes well tonight, I might tell you."   "Yo

"Good looking and good cooking. Can one be more perfect?"   I sit on one of the bar stools and impatiently watch Tom preparing dinner. After I agreed to stay at his, I waited for his shift to end and here are we now. I haven't eaten all day and whatever he cooks smells way too delicious.   He, on the other side, turns back to face me and giggles, holding the frying pan and the wooden spatula. The view is a sight for sore eyes. And how I was dumb enough to believe he's not my type? He's pretty much everyone's type.   "You know... I'm not that perfect as you say," Tom mumbles and turns back to the stove but I don't complain. The green loose tank top he wears reveals to me enough of his both sides.   "You don't see what I'm seeing," I quietly purr, but judging by his awkward coughing, he heard it too.   "So... how did our date go?"   "Huh?"  

"Mallory, you look..." Tom stops and exhales loudly.    "That bad?" I ask, unsure if choosing the leather black pants was a good idea at all.   "Amazing, irresistible, hot," Tom finishes and scratches the back of his head, looking me up and down while a naughty smirk dances on his lips.   "Does it make me look fat?"    "Ugh, typical woman," he rolls his eyes. "Why would it make you look fat? In fact, it makes you look... damn," he sighs and checks me out again.   "It makes me look..?" I furrow my brows and frown.   "Yummy," he says and licks his parted lips. "It points out your curves just perfectly."   "Are you sure?" I ask again, still debating whether I should go and change.   I always loved this pair of pants. I wear them proudly, after the hell of torture I've been through last summer. Diets, workouts,

It's been almost two weeks now since I sort of moved in with Viktor and things seem to normalise. If you can call ours normal.  He's nothing but great with me and I return to him with the same. I tried to close my eyes to our age difference, in the end, he was right. We're both adults and ours is not illegal. Well, maybe not in the moral way of the word but the lawful- it's alright. I promised to learn to accept his jealousness, I found I'm pretty jealous myself. And I learned some general things about him. I learned that he has a sweet tooth, we share the same passion here. I learned that he's actually a great cooker and that he tends to spend money on useless things. I learned that he owns a coin collection and has a playroom. No, not the Fifty shades kind of playroom. A real playroom. With gaming consoles and all that stuff. He said that his parents couldn't afford to buy him games when he was young, so building