บททั้งหมดของ Gay Sugar Daddy: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

I'm exactly the girl your mother warned about.You know, the bad-influence friend who whores around instead of spending her time at the library, studying like a boring nerd.Well yeah, she's right. I am a bad influence, because I influence my friends with my luxury lifestyle. I unconsciously bait them with these high end materials I bought with the money I get from sleeping with older men, that after some time they're lured into being a baby, like me.My best friend Cleo joined Cupcake after being friends with me for two years. Unlike Kimmie, she came from a middle class family so I kinda understood how tempted she'd be seeing me in designer clo

I'm a realist but Owen has brought out the dreamer in me. Every time I end a contract I'd follow my very own guideline of How To Cope A Heartbreak in Less Than A Week. Because believe it or not, after spending 12 weeks with every one of them, doesn't matter if they aren't that appealing be it looks or attitude, I'm human. I released those oxytocin hormone, the love hormone everybody talks about, I got those when we had sex or did little things that in a way or another, I somehow fell for them. The guideline is so perfect that I would always able to function like a normal Estelle Evans again in less than a week. That's why I don't get it. I don't understand why I'm still hung up over that particular gay man. Why, after following the check list, through and through, I still can't get over him. I even did the unexpected thing; ran after him in the middle of the night. Exclusive Estelle must have mocked me from a distance right at that moment. 

It's the middle of the week, and I'm so tired of the long-hour lab after multiple classes in the morning. It's almost ten when I reach home, my heart wants to unwind with a glass of wine and junk food but my brain is telling me to stay sane. I have to key in the data from my findings at the lab today so no alcohol, the last thing I want is to present an incorrect data population that can lead to a false result, getting me a bad grade for my final year project. Being in final semester is hard. Doing this Final Year Project is hardddd. But graduating with a first class degree would be so worth it. Getting a good job will be easy breezy later on. So yeah, I'll just need to buckle up for this crazy ride. Just a few more months till I graduate. 'Elle Elle Elle Elle Elle Elle' Kimmie and Cleo have been calling my name from the group chat since hours ago, but I decided to ignore them since I'm occupied with my

I've been telling myself to stop wandering about him and focus on the lecture since I have no idea what the previous two classes have been about, but my mind is so stubborn, I keep on cursing his lack of efforts at courting me, pleading at me, or show me how much he really wants me as a girlfriend; the title he fucking asked me two weeks ago but didn't even want to do a small thing like send me to school this morning!Sure he offered but it was a response to my reaction, not because he really wants to send me."Well guess he's not getting any pussay today." Kimmie says in between her biting on the gummy worm."He won't be getting any this week," Cleo chirps in despite her full attention to a thick book in front of her, "I just got my period last night."Honestly I don't

"We need to talk," he says softly while lazily circling a finger on my bare ass cheek, "I don't wanna spend more time fighting with you."I turn to my side to look at him. He is leisurely lying down with his abs to the bed, while I'm lying next to him also facing down but with my laptop in front of me. I totally forgot I have to submit an assignment by midnight. Good thing we finished fifteen minutes before the deadline and I managed to proof read everything before sending it to my lecturer."Honesty before romance." I agree with him. Those fights were wearing me down too. They took up so much space in my mind that I have difficulty to focus on my education."Should we talk tonight?" I near myself so we'd be tangled with each other's limbs, "Or tomorrow morning?"I left