All Chapters of My Naughty Sugar-Boy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My name is Rebecca but most people especially, my friends and family members call me Becky for short. I'm a 36-year-old divorce, so sad! Of course, it will be interesting to remind you that I have been divorced three times. It's no joke that such happened to me. Who am I to question my fate? Well, I'm indeed quite happy because I never lacked financially. I have a business that is quite lucrative and has seen me through my difficult times, in terms of finance. That's just it! But, what about the other side of life? Life has been unfair to me, especially in my failed marriages. Thank God, I have a daughter, Stephanie. She is the only one that gives me hope whenever my heart becomes troubled. Oh, lest I forget, I also have a wonderful friend, Melinda, she was my childhood friend and we remained great friends even though we have hit Mid-thirties respectively. Although Melinda's husband was no more, I believe she was better than me. Unlike me, she was never divorced instead, it was the

The Little hilarious moment made me lose interest in the picture on the wall which I was watching. My new attention was now focused on Johnny's bare chest and arms. They looked gorgeous. Although he had stopped staring at me, my eyes never stopped stealing looks from him. I did that in such a way that Melinda will never find out what was going on. However, despite my carefulness, Melinda nearly caught me after a long silence. Yes, that was because I was lost in my long stare at Johnny. She called my name immediately to draw back my attention."Come on darling, why are you thinking? Remember you are home now. Remember that you are no longer in Charlottesville instead, you are in Kingstown." As I watched, Melinda walked closer and held my left hand. Her voice changed. She was becoming emotional perhaps, she thought I was thinking about it again. It was a messy divorce I had and she thought, the pain has caught up with me again. While Melinda was speaking, Johnny quietly left the livin

It was exactly noon the following day when I heard a knock at my door. I have been anticipating a knock at my door for a long time now. Who else do I have in mind if not my own Johnny? He was coming to fix my air-conditioner. It was the perfect opportunity I need to stare more at him lustfully. Sadly, there was little I could do other than that. I jumped out of the bed as soon as I heard a knock. My two-bedroom apartment has been without life for a long time now. Luckily, it going to host not only one individual but two, in a matter of minutes.I was almost at the door when a thought came to me all of sudden. The new thought entailed that I should take a second look at the rooms which I have carefully and neatly arranged. "Just a minute!" I told the visitor whom I was yet to know his identity. I don't wanna host my strange crush (if it was Johnny) in a shabbily furnished house. After some gazes at the rooms and the furniture, I was satisfied. Next, I proceeded to open the door. I was

I obeyed the little force he applied to pull my head. I turned to face him. God! He was looking lusty and hot. It seemed as if his lips were yearning for my kiss but, how can I do that when he is my best friend's son?It wasn't easy to find myself in that position. It was really hard for me because, I had no clue about what to do to understand such a circumstance. I felt like reaching out and kissing him just as his lips began opening slightly. I almost moved my head closer to him but then, I was able to return myself back to the previous line of contact.I concluded that if he was interested, he should be the one to make a strong decision concerning me or what I would like to call, a first approach having given him all the green light he needed. I bet he understood where I was going by now but, he might still be scared to initiate the first step.We stared at each other for about a minute before, I blinked my eyes. "How do you feel now? Is there any sign of relief from what I have do

The more we contemplated the more our visitor kept knocking at the door. There was a rush of adrenaline in me. "Go back to the room and continue with your work. No matter what happens, don't panic. We will get by !" I told him and then left to meet my visitor. Johnny obeyed me and tiptoed to the other room where he began working on the faulty air-conditioner again.I gathered some courage and then opened the door to see who has been knocking on my door. The pretence was not there anymore, this time, it was reality.At last, there he was, the mailman. He was dressed in a black suit and looked handsome but, not as him as my Johnny. I guess I was still under the influence of my lust for Johnny.The mailman opened his white teeth while shifting the file he was holding from his left to his right hand. "Good afternoon Mam! I'm here to deliver your message..."I watched him spill all that he had in his mouth, all in the name of adhering to the ethics of his occupation. He handed me a sheet