All Chapters of Salty Sugar Baby: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

Be careful what you wish for. Just one month ago, I had enough of my boring weekends. Netfl!x, comfort food, afternoon naps, hit REPEAT. I was miserable when I was still married to Dean. I didn't have time for myself. His line of work requires him to always be away either for a month or two, sometimes up to six months if it’s an overseas assignment. I was lonely, I was tired, I was raising two toddlers on my own. Though to be honest, even when he was home, I was tired too because he's that typical man who has his wife doing all the chores, taking care of the children, while he sits on his gaming chair claiming this is the only time he has for himself since he's been tired working his ass off for weeks. Oh yeah? He didn't think about how tired I've been taking care of the house, the kids, all while working full time. At the end, it felt the same either he was home or not, in fact I felt better when he wasn't because then I would only need to take care of two boys instead of three.

"I'm more focused this way. Too sleepy," I flash what looks like the most fake smile ever at my colleague while trying to will him with my mind power to go back to his fucking workstation instead of bothering me any longer. I swear if one more person comes here and asks me why am I doing my work standing up instead sitting on my comfy chair, I will fucking yell at him/her. Yes I will. I most definitely will. What happened is, I am so stressed with this one Drilling Engineer assigned to my latest Exploration well. He is a Senior but he behaves as if he has zero experience. I'm absolutely fine with someone who admits he's inexperience as long as he's willing to learn. However I seriously can't tolerate an asshole who's an idiot but acts as if he knows everything for the fact, he doesn't! How dare he told me what to do when it's MY job and MY expertise he's seeking. If you're so smart, then why did you still come to me? That means you're not as smart as you think that your fucking bo

Nervous, I open the door once the green light is emitted from the finger printing device signalling access is granted. My eyes widen seeing a tall figure standing in front of me. I've been contemplating if I should dash out while I still haven't stepped both feet into the house. He didn't contact me after the lolli incident two weeks ago but I do suspect he's going to grill me this weekend. But not this early. Why do you have to wait in front of the door like this? It's only 5.30 pm. I purposely come here an hour early to have a pep talk with myself knowing he'll only be home around 7."How long have you been standing there?" I ask him, trying to act cool while removing my shoes. My pink slippers are waiting in front of me instead of sitting in the shoe cabinet. Did he take them out? For me? Is he being sweet or I should dial Abby's number now? Abs, save me and my Sophie-jayjay! "Strip." "Excuse me?" I don't think I'm hearing this right. "You heard me." He is still standing at t

"Ohhhh wow! What did you do? Why is he paying more this month?" Abby asks the moment she sees the number portrayed on her laptop screen. I grin without saying anything. Another ten thousand bucks was deposited into her account today. Yay! "Guess you're that good huh?" She transfers the money to my bank account as I get up from the sofa, already have a luxury handbag in my mind to be purchased using my newly obtained allowance. Who would have thought a month with Cupcake can get me the Hermes piece I’ve been eyeing since forever! "By the way Fee, don't forget Nanna's birthday. Mum's planning to celebrate it somewhere at the end of the month."I stop munching the chips I just shoved into my mouth and turn to her, "At the end of the month? Like THIS end of the month?" "Are you dumb? Of course at the end of this month, why would I mention it now if it's next month?""So it's really this month? End of thisssss month?" "Think she mentioned the last Saturday of THIS month." I rush to h