All Chapters of Bitter Sugar Daddy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

What's better to do on a Sunday afternoon than having a tea party with Cinderella, Ariel and Belle? Of course nothing, not even a business meeting or hanging out with my friends, because this is absolutely my dream come true to spend my worthless time with three adorable Disney princesses. Note the sarcasm. "It's your turn," the brunette Cinderella sitting next to me says after she divides the fake plastic donuts evenly among us four. Whoever said time is gold has clearly never met me. Despite my mother and my sister's opinion that the value of my time is merely copper, I think it’s worth one-hundred-carat diamond, not just plain old gold. But no, of course not according to those two, their nails and hair are more precious than a hundred carat diamond."Uncle Teen," the one in yellow gown calls me, "are you listening?" "You can just leave if you don't want to join us," the sharp tone from Ariel makes me turn my gaze from my iPhone straight to her stern face, "you're not even dress

"Thank you so much, Serena." I can hear my sister's voice from my room. We're supposed to have a meeting in five minutes regarding our mega project with Claudia Green. But as usual, she’d drop by at my assistant’s place which is just next to mine, to have a chat with her. "The girls loveeeee her!" Her high pitch voice is annoying sometimes. "Really? Glad to hear that, Mrs Jones." Serena sounds happy, contrary to her behaviour when she's with me. "Can she come this weekend too? The girls have been asking if she can come and play with them." Are they talking about ‘her’?"I'll have to ask her first. I'll let you know later?" Wait, why would Serena have anything to do with her? Did she book the babysitter? Why would my assistant do that when Maddy has her own assistant? "Yeah sure. Tell her I'll be paying her with the same rate like the babysitter who's supposed to show up. Urgh, I'm never hiring anyone from that agency again. So unreliable!" If the babysitter never showed up, then

"I'm sorry!" The sweet voice makes my feet stop, and a moment later her angelic face comes in view. Shit, how many time is she going to torture me? At this rate I'm willing to pay her just to make her go away, never to show up in front of me. "I'm sorry about my friends." She repeats her apology. "You're not sorry." "I am, I really am Mr Knight." The way she calls me sends blood straight to my already steel-hard cock. Fuuuuck, go away you little demon. Such a tease. So I ignore her and walk painfully towards the exit. I don't think I can stay here anymore. I need my cold shower. Or at least to my car so I can calm this beast. "Please, I need the job," she grabs my hand as to stop me but instead being dragged along when I continue walking. Her strength is nothing considering how small she is compared to my massive size. "Please," she pleads like a puppy who has its feet stuck on something. How I wish she's begging like this while her legs are wide spread."Mr Knight," she calls

I seriously wonder which sister is she to Serena but I don't want to poke my finger into that, afraid if I would be tempted to go deeper and end up doing idiotic, immature, and immensely time-wasting stuff. Like fall for her or make her my girlfriend. The way I see my friends spending their 20s chasing for love and women, only to get their heart broken over and over again, why would they do that? Why are they being so stupid knowing they will end the same; miserable and alone. Isn't it better to just be happily alone? Like me. Sure I'm miserable when Mom nags about my disinterest in relationships that she suspects I'm gay for the amount of time I spent with my friends (read: Gerard and his boyfriends) at the club when I'm not working but still, I get to go home and live my life happily. No stupid drama like quarrelling over trivial matters, dealing with jealousy, or unsatisfied sex.I've tried that during high school and university life, I had girlfriends during all those years. But

It was supposed to be one date, then I'm out. Or three dates, max. But I couldn't stop myself from asking her to the fourth date, and then the fifth, sixth, seventh, and suddenly I’ve lost count already. Though I'm aware we've been going out for 7 months now. I know, I'm asking the same question too; what the hell am I doing now. That every Saturday I would drag my ass to her house, pick her up, spend the whole day with her, then send her home, and repeat it all over again the next Saturday. I'm so relieved when that babysitting job before our first date is her last encounter with my family. So, so grateful that she got a new stable job the week after and is very happy with the new environment and the pay. Though I can't help but still spend money on her. For an immature and innocent-looking girl like her, to be a high school teacher, is a bit contradicting. I bet she looked like one of her students instead of a 25 year old teacher. "Yes!" Her eyes brim with happiness when she