Bestie Sugar Baby

After we drop Grandma and Grandpa at their house that is 10 minutes away from Mom's, both of us stop by at a supermarket to stock up before the long weekend. "Are you sad Kai's not home with you this weekend?" I ask him when we're waiting for the meat to be cut. "A bit." "Do you want a hug?""No." "Why?""Because I'm the third manliest guy on earth." "You're full of shit," I hit his chest playfully before hugging him, to which he opens an arm to welcome me further into his embrace. "I plan so many things for us this weekend,” he sounds so disappointed, “I even bought a ticket to the aquarium.""Well we can still go. I like fish." I wiggle further into his arm as he laughs, "Yeah fish likes you too. You're such a wiggly worm," he grins before letting me go to take the wrapped meat on the counter. I know how excited he is when it's his turn to spend time with Kai. But Lauren has been robbing his time with their only son twice this month. I don't know if she purposely did it but I

It was so awkward four years ago to join my circle of friends with majority of them bringing their spouse and kids at the outings. Four years ago, when I broke my engagement with Josh. I was alone, while they were busy chatting with their partners. Well they did try to include me in their conversation but sometimes you know, you just feel it. Alone. Even among the crowd who loves you.Now I'm immune already, I even help babysit their kids while they enjoy their food. "Oh my God!" Kelly's gasp distract me from continuing telling May about my healthy brownie recipe. All of us turn to the figure that's hugging her. "Chris?!" May stands up and runs to him. My heart stops beating seeing his wide smile as he hugs his best friend. Well, used to be best friend. Heck, I'm not even sure if they're still best friends since May never mentions about him in front of me. Either out of respect or simply because they're not talking anymore.

"You're doing good?" His deep voice throws me out completely. I turn to the side, at the guy who used to love me. Used to? Did he ever, actually? Was it just a bet? But it was six years. Six long years. "Pretty good. What about you?" "Excellent." He smiles as he takes a seat next to me. "So that's Christopher? Toffer?" He asks while his eyes point towards my best friend who's playing slides with the kids. I nod, "Yeah." "You guys are together now?" I laugh as I shake my head, "No, we're just friends. Roommates." "Oh you two are living together?" "Yup, since the past two years. I actually rented his apartment four years ago but he moved in two years later when he broke up with his girlfriend." Maybe too much info? God, he still makes me nervous. And when I'm nervous I vomit words. Unnecessary details. "So you're back for good?" I immediately ask him, wanting to divert the topic

I drop by at the new bakery again for another slice of cheesecake. Correction, another slice of heaven-on-earth. No, correction again, another slice of heaven-on-mouth. Mhmmm yums. As usual, instead of just buying the one that I aim to buy, I somehow managed to purchase a few other treats considering Toffer's not gonna have dinner with me tonight so I might just eat all these sweet stuff as dinner. A glass of wine, or maybe two, and a whole bag of dessert. What a life! I go to bed as early as 9 to ensure I have enough sleep before Toff comes home from his date, and keeps me up all night with his night activity. I did complain to him which the following week I was gifted with a pink limited-edition Bose noise-cancellation headphone. Yes, it's very helpful. But I still can't sleep with those giant headphones on my ears thats why I opt for sleeping early and covering my ears with the headphones once I got woken up by the screaming and slapping and so many kinky stuff I have yet to und

Instead of serving coffee for the ladies in the morning after a whole night of fuck fiesta, I always choose to sleep in if it's the weekend. So today, I choose to sleep until 1, not even bothered that I miss lunch since I'm gonna go to Mom's around 3 to stuff myself with dinner and leftover lunch. Chicken pie, yums! "Princess, are you up?" I yawn listening to the hoarse voice next to me. He must be sleeping here again. Every Friday night he'd fuck until morning, have breakfast with the lady knowing I'm not gonna be up to serve them hot beverage, send them home, then come back and sleep in my bed until late afternoon. "Hmmmm." I hum as a reply. "What time are we going?" "Three." "Can we go at five?" I open my eyes to find him spread wide beside me, eyes closed with no shirt on, just his boxer. "Did you promise Susan you'd go at three?" He's still talking with eyes closed, "ah n