All Chapters of Bitter Sugar Daddy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

When I'm on my way home after cleaning a house at the upper east side, I see a black seems-to-be-too-expensive-to-be-here car parked at the street next to my apartment building. I know instantly it's him. So I walk to the car and stand next to the door, about to knock on the window when it rolls down as if he knows I'm out here. "Open the door for Miss Tanner, Charles." He commands his driver that immediately goes out of the car and jogs towards me. "I'm tired, nuh-uh, I'm not going anywhere." I shake my head as I move my index finger left and right signalling a no. "I'm not gonna fuck you on that death bed." He mutters annoyedly through the window. Charles is standing next to me since I'm still talking to the boss, blocking the door he wanted to open. "Too bad then, go fuck yourself in your castle, Knight. Toodles." I straighten my body then turn to Charles who looks like he's trying hard to hide his smile, "Good night, Charles." "Good night, Miss Evie," he replies politely as

That was a sloppy mistake. Which I'm determined not to repeat in the future because one, I shouldn't go against my own words. I shouldn't fuck her. I shouldn't initiate it. I shouldn't move it. I shouldn't, why the hell did I do all those things. Two, I can't catch feelings. And those things, the little gestures I did, kissing her hair, stealing a kiss, touching her body, all while she's asleep, no. I can't have any other feelings towards her aside from hatred. Or lust. No, just no."Aug." Sydney's voice makes me snap out of it. I turn to look at my fiancee who's standing in front of me in her silk robe. After the morning sex, Eve rushed to get ready for work as I put on my suit from last night and headed home instantly. Sydney did text me about sleeping over at my place this week, which is the main reason I'm not keen at going home last night. I feel like I'm cheating on Eve if I come home to sleep with Sydney on the same bed after having sex with her. "Where did you sleep last

I don't know what else to do. I'm too far gone if I want to quit, but I seriously don't know what can I do next to persuade him into letting me see our kids. It's been six months, and according to the news, the wedding that is supposed to be held next month has been pushed back which I can't help but to wonder if it has anything to do with me fucking the groom. What's worse is I don't just wreck their relationship, it's as if I'm this thick skinned whore who doesn't have a heart, who doesn't have the slightest guilt for what she has done these past six months when I shamelessly follow her Faceb0ok account. In my defence, I have been following her since before I fucked Augustine because sometimes she posts about my children; that's the only place I get to see my babies. Their face was not revealed but I know they are Mason and Mimi. I want to see them, even if I have to occasionally see Augustine in some of the pictures. I have to say I'm relieved to see him at recent posts, which

I think I'm falling for her, again. I removed the tattoo right after the divorce and I've never regretted it. But since the past few weeks, that's all I've been thinking, that I want to put her name back on my arm. Because her name is currently tattooed to my heart. We've been fucking like a couple for three Saturdays now, and I love every second of it. Mimi and Mason signed up for a summer camp hence my long hours at her place this month, but the thought that yesterday would be the last Saturday for us to be together since the kids are home today, it made me feel sad. I don't want it to ever end. But I also want my kids to be with me. There is one answer glaring at me; to have her and the kids at the same place every single day. Marry her again and have that happy family I've always envisioned. But what if she leave us like she did in the past? I don't think I can ever relive that moment, and I promised myself I'll never sabotage myself again. I'll never let her ruin me the way

"Play with your tits," he commands when I'm moving up and down on him. I laugh mockingly as I hold onto the bed frame behind him, "It's not Saturday. Don't order me around." Bitch."It's almost Saturday," he murmurs as he tugs on my nipple making me cry in pain. Uhh, both pain and pleasure. "Not yet," I push his hand off my body, "So don't touch me."He obliges and keeps his hands to himself, continues watching me humping myself on him. "Eve," he calls me again when I'm closing my eyes, grinding myself on his cock while taking a break from the ride. "Hmm?" "Today's the 30th." "What?!" I quickly open my eyes and pull myself up, crawling to my phone that's been lying at my side of the bed. Looking at the time and date on the screen, "It really is!" How can I miss it?! I forgot to set a reminder! "Can't you at least finish the job?" I look at him again as he directs his eyes towards the erection I left a few seconds ago to check the time. I giggle, "Opss, sorry." I go back to h