The Sugar Baby Decided To Quit

“Haa…”It was hot and damp. My body was tangled to another in a throe of passion. His sweat mingled with my own. It tasted salty but sweet at the same time.He always burrowed his head on the slope of my neck when he embraced me. His fingers curling with mine as his hips moved mercilessly.As always, he could not restrain himself. His thrusts were too fast and rough. He never savored the action, never considered the person underneath him.

Oh, I’m sorry, it seems that I forgot to introduce myself before. Let’s start over.Hi! My name is Arianna Adler. My mom and my friends called me Ari. But I used Ann as my Sugar Baby name. Well, now that name could be forgotten.I tied my amber hair to a ponytail and stared at my reflection from the announcement board glass. With my white blouse, a black pencil skirt, and a pair of glasses, I truly looked like a typical secretary. At least, I do not look like a typical sugar baby, I thought.

I blinked.“Hello there, pretty little thing,” said a man wearing a black shirt and pants. His dark hair blended perfectly with the night. While his yellow eyes stood out. It made me want to stare into his eyes more., to uncover the secrets behind those eyes.Wait, no. They are birds. Not humans. Definitely birds. But did the blackbird just talked to me?“Hey, Miss,” said another man who wore a brown shirt and blue jeans. When he talked, I was pretty sure I saw fangs on his teeth. He knocked on my window. “Can you let us in?” He had

I let the bathrobe fell from my body. It only hit me then that the air-conditioned room was so cold when my skin was exposed.He took his time observing my body that I felt self-conscious. I tried to cover my boobs as it was getting uncomfortable.“Don’t cover it,” he said, “You’re beautiful. Come here.”It was only when I stepped near him that I realized my legs felt weak. And when he took my hands in his, my arms were trembling. “Hey,” he called.My grey eyes looked at his blue eyes. “I’ll do it gently. It won’t hurt much.”“H– how did you know I was a virgin in the first place?” I asked, wanting to redirect the topic into something else entirely.“I could smell it from you.”“What?”“Call it a special ability of mine.”“… to smell virgins?” 'This guy is definitely a weirdo',

“Mateo?” I asked from outside the door after knocking two times. “It’s me, Arianna.” I was about to knock again because I did not hear any response for a few minutes but then Mateo said, “Come in.” So I got in and immediately my eyes darted to the boy sitting on the hospital bed. He looked so small in his white hospital gown. There was an infusion tube on one of his hands and underneath his eyes were huge black bags. Those eyes reverted back to the television screen across his bed. He was watching the news.   He couldn’t sleep, I thought.