All Chapters of Craving Sugar: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Beau"You can't let him see that you do." There was a hint of anger in her voice, and I met Bethany's stare head-on. "Men like him, they smell fear and pounce. Destroy what's in their path to reach the result they wanted to achieve. They don't care, Beau. To them, we are no more than arm candy to show off. We look pretty, hold intelligent conversation, and help entertain other rich people within their social circles.""She's right, you know." My response was a nod. They were both right, and I needed to hear this. Zoe took a bite from her own food while our other companion did the same. Took her time in finding the right words, but when she did, the fierceness in her expression didn't surprise me. She was a true friend. "From the little I've gathered about him, he's a man that likes things done his way. So, play the game, babe. He wants detached, then by all means be that way. Be everything he wants on the outside, but protect what's in here..." she brought her hand to my chest and pl

HendrixSunlight filtered through the curtains late the next day, rousing me from sleep. My eyes adjusted to the intrusion and I looked over at the nightstand, a bright red light confirming it was twenty past ten. I'd never slept in this late.Not since college.Nymph lay beside me on her stomach, one leg raised up with her hand resting below her cheek. Adorable with a hint of sexy once you looked lower and realized she wasn't wearing anything but a threadbare tank top and cheekies.At once, I was hard. Throbbed beneath the cotton of my lounge pants.Eyes set on the swell of her ass barely covered by the blanket, I pulled out my cock and stroked myself. Up, then down with a twist. Thumb across the slit, I spread the drop of pre-come there and used it as lubrication.There was no denying that I was horny as fuck.We'd gone straight to bed after dinner with the zoning commissioner and his wife. Two of the most uptight people I had ever met, and yet, they were putty in Beau's hands.Hun

Hendrix"Babe, calm down." That term of endearment slipped, but thank God she was too preoccupied with being kidnapped to comment on it. I needed to get a better handle of my filter around her.Stop confusing our situation:We were not together in the classical sense. This relationship was based on money, and the use of her pussy when I pleased."How dare you, Hendrix. You cannot harvest my organs. These kidneys…" she hissed at me from between clenched teeth, hand covering the general area where that organ was "…are not for sale. No means no.""Umm." I had nothing after that rant, was just mute with what I knew to be a look of horror on my face."You will have to kill me first. Don't blink…" Beau trailed off while making a slicing motion across her neck.What. The. Fuck?Taking the next right turn, I drove down a long stretch of beach that was filled to the brim with tourists. I rolled the windows down and took the salty freshness into my lungs all the while ignoring the loony woman

The moment they were gone, I found myself overwhelmed and in the need of getting away. Sure, Hendrix was being nice, some would even venture to say sweet, but with the yo-yoing he dished out daily, I was confused.One minute, I wanted to hug him.Then the next, toss him from a cliff.So, after saying goodbye, I retreated into the bathroom and took the fastest shower known to man. Didn't give him a second of my time, or he'd try to invite himself along.Ten minutes of waiting him out - I combed my hair and put on lotion - while the man was slamming drawers on the other side of the door. By the fifteen-minute mark, he called out that he'd shower in the guest bathroom down the hall before stomping out in haste.I could hear the annoyance in his tone, and it made me smile."Thank you, Christ," I breathed while poking my head out the door. The coast was clear. "Now to get dressed before he comes back."In a past life, I must've been a ninja of some sort, because I was dressed in a tiny pair

Beau"So, let me get this straight," Zoe began, looking through yet another rack of designer dresses. Fifth store, and we had yet to find anything even remotely elegant enough for the gala that Hendrix would be honored at. "He made you feel cheap, then was attentive and sweet, only to turn around and give you three days to find a dress for the Design & Architecture event this weekend.""Pretty much." She had summed it up in a nutshell. Taking a red gown down, I held it out and examined it. It was a beaded, high-waist halter style. Nice, but not me. It reminded me of something my mother would wear. "Did I also mention that before we came back, I snooped in his office while he was on the phone outside? I know…" I waved off her look of chastisement "…but there was this picture and photo album driving me up a wall. So, I peeked and Jesus, I wish I hadn't.""What did you find?" I scrunched up my nose in disgust at the lime-green number in her hand, and she laughed, turning back to continu