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BEE Sugar Baby 12
I've gotta say I'm proud of myself. I wasn't always overweight. I've been in the normal BMI range the entire school years until I broke up with my boyfriend after graduation. From there on, I went into this steep line of climbing towards overweight in just three months that from a normal size 6, I went to size 12, sometimes 10 if I wear clothes fit to my body but mostly 12, because I like baggy clothes to hide my figure. So yeah, it's all because of that motherfucker. He didn't just broke my heart, he inspired me to eat crappy food -as crappy as him- that I swell everywhere with fat, making me gain kilos that I hadn't been able to lose until ten years later. That ten-years-later was two months ago when Drey put me on this strict diet with workout-regime-from-hell that I managed to lose weight to size 8, though Drey insists I look better in size 6. From what I saw in the wardrobe, Drey clearly ignores my preference as most of the clothes are in size 6. So here I am, sitting on the
BEE Sugar Baby 13
First weekend was a success. Though all we did was build that ridiculously huge Lego set and eat take-out. We stayed up until 5am and the next morning when I prepared him coffee at 7, he didn't even come down. He could've told me he'll be sleeping in, hmph. I took my revenge by cooking myself a big breakfast. Not those lame fruits but eggs in three ways; scrambled, omelette, and deviled. As if I hadn't rebelled enough, I drank a cup of coffee and went back to sleep until late afternoon. When I came down around 3, he was sitting at the same spot where we built the lego yesterday, dealing with some that we couldn't managed to finish. It's compelling, really, to watch him so immersed in building those. We ordered another take out for what seemed to be late-lunch-cum-early-dinner, and continued building that thing until around 10 when we finally go to bed feeling accomplished seeing that majestic Lego set sitting proudly next to the couch. The next five days was pretty boring as I go
BEE Sugar Baby 14
I've officially cashed in three hundred thousand dollar for my six weeks employment. I don't know how I did it but I'm so glad I've done half of the total duration, with five more weeks to go. I'm obligated to fulfil the entire duration or I'll be subjected to penalty- instead of earning money, I'd have to pay him twice the amount.But I have this strong feeling in me that as time goes, I'm getting more uncomfortable to expose my skin. All I wanted to do was to cover them and swear I won't do this ever again, that I wanna go back to wearing modest clothes and hijab to cover my hair. What happened yesterday morning with the whole breakfast incident emphasized my desire to go back to being Alya. I guess I've gotten the answer of what I've been wondering about. Ten years ago, in the beginning, transitioning from shorts to abaya seems drastic to everyone so yeah, maybe I covered myself because of him; to please him. But as time goes, I've became accustomed to this style of clothing.
BEE Sugar Baby 15
[ Where's my I love you 😡🤬 ]He calls me immediately once I shot that petty message. A rumble of deep laughter fills the speaker, "I love you B." I grin, "Okay now you can go." Also, were you mad when I said no to your proposal? I'm sure if I'm not as religious as I am -and I really ain't that religious- I would've said yes to that. He's sexy, he's nice, and I'm truly comfortable being with him. I would've said yes. But yeah, I'm not willing to sacrifice my belief. God forbids sex before marriage so no, I choose to please Him than him. The call ends with another I-love-you, and a promise he'd knock on my door once he's home to claim his goodnight kiss. "Hey." I answer Drey's videocall after ordering Uber Eat for dinner."Collins told me about your little meeting today." He looks at me smugly, perhaps for being able to get that info as fast as this. "And...?" I ask as I release my hair from the bun. "Why won't you?" I totally get what he meant but I'm just gonna drag him fur
BEE Sugar Baby 16
As usual, he didn't ask, or inform me beforehand, all he did was drive me to the airport, escort me to his private jet, and ask me to put on the seatbelt for take off. As simple as that. But he's done this multiple times before, in fact I'm expecting him to bring me somewhere every weekend so I'm not mad at all for being taken away like this. Afterall Drey did warn me about his madness on taking Scarletts to impromptu trips.And honestly, after the meeting on Tuesday and Thursday with Miss Collins, I need this getaway just to ensure our relationship remains intact after I rejected his proposal twice in a row. "Why Paris?" I ask after he finally revealed where we're going on this surprise trip. "Because Paris is the most romantic city in the world." He answers after he puts his glass of Macallan on the side table. "Oh? That's the reason we'll be spending our Saturday at Paris?" "Weekend, B. We'll be spending the entire weekend at Paris." "Hmmmm..." I slurp on my non-alcoholic Sex
BEE Sugar Baby 17
"I think you don't get it." I can't believe she's even willing to come to my office building just to discuss about the same old thing. We're sitting at a nearby cafe during my lunch break after I told her I can't go to her office this week, made up an excuse about work and deadlines. There's no way in my sane mind I'm going there to discuss about having sex out of marriage. "I do," she looks at me in pity, "I really do. And I think he does too. That's why he did what he did." "What do you mean? What did he do?""You told me the price was a real marriage." Nooo she did not tell him that. Is that why he was all weird at Paris yesterday? "No no no, I don't think you guys really get it. I didn't say real marriage, YOU concluded that. For God sake, even if what you concluded was right, there is no way we can have real marriage. I'm a Muslim. I need Islamic marriage more than real marriage. Doesn't matter if he's willing to register the marriage at the court house, I don't care about i
BEE Sugar Baby 18
It's Friday, the day we're supposed to get married. If I agree to it. As of now, I still haven't replied Miss Collin's and Drey's text messages. I left them on read because they know what my answer is, so pushing me over the edge does nothing to me. I don't crack that easily, guys. How do you think I remain a virgin for twenty nine years? "Anna booked us a table at Owen's. I'll pick you up at 7 tonight okay, B?" I nod while watching him put the coffee cup on the saucer. Doesn't matter what happened in the real world, he'll always be here at 7am. I wonder if he'll still be this pretentious if I agree about the marriage beforehand, like on the day Miss Collins came to me. Or he'd treat me differently? Too bad today is already the day, it's too late to run the experiment. "I asked him to cook the same meal just for us. So you can enjoy the wine as it should be." Oh dear, "No you shouldn't have. It's a fixed menu night, you don't have to ask him that. I'm really okay with whatever's
BEE Sugar Baby 19🥭
"If I kiss you," he whispers when his lips are still attached to my head, "I don't think I'll be able to stop." ...but he's kissing me right now, isn't he? I'm trying to fool myself but who am I kidding, lame dirty jokes are my muse. So I understand exactly what he meant by the last words. "We have a dinner to get to," he continues in his normal voice while creating a tiny space between us. I can feel the thick tension in the air and pray for the elevator to be here, to which God answers my prayer. And just like that I step into it as he follows me inside. I don't think I'll be able to get those words off my mind the entire night, because it keeps being replayed like a broken record- If I kiss you, I don't think I'll be able to stop. If I kiss you. Kiss you. You... don't think. Able to stop. Able...to stop. Kiss. Stop. Able. Able to kiss. Stop. Stop kiss. Able. Stop. Kiss. "Fuck it," he groans as he appears in front of me, tilting my chin so I'd meet his face. Before my mind can
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