Todos los capítulos de Bestie Sugar Baby: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

I don't remember when did this tradition start, either the first year or the second year of our bachelor degree, but every Christmas Eve, Toffer and I would spend it together at Mom's. Then after dinner, we'd go to his parents' house for the Christmas party. Every year, without fail, Toffer's parents would organise a full-blast Christmas party. All of their family members and close friends would gather until midnight, drinking and dancing as if they're a bunch of teenagers.Though we too hadn't acted our age with the infinite shots and embarrassing dance moves so I can't comment much; we're all peas in the same pod! One thing for sure, I really, like reaaaally enjoyed myself that I'd have to stay the night there since it would be a reckless behaviour to brave through the extreme weather while being drunk. Truthfully, I stayed because the next morning, all of the family members would sit under the tree to open the presents. I've been joining them without fail every year, even during

I finally know why May buried the topic about the wedding she accidentally blurted two weeks ago. No, we didn't talk about it. I didn’t bug her about it because I fully respect her decision not to tell me. I accept that the topic was closed, as simple as that. Huh. I wish it's as simple as that. What happened was, on a boring Monday night, I was wasting my time by scrolling through my Faceb0ok feed when a friend of ours posted wedding pictures he attended the previous weekend.It was a photo of Christian and May, who’re chatting happily in their formal wear, sipping on champagne, with his right hand curled around his new woman. My heart broke a little noticing the intimacy between them; Christian and May being cheerful without me, and Christian with that new woman for the fact we had an excellent date few months ago before he ghosted me. Guess that's the answer I've been waiting for; there's no more hope to get back together with him. Perhaps that’s why he ghosted me- he doesn’t

It's been two weeks but I can't wrap it around my head that my bestfriend, the one I've shared my secrets with since a million years ago, had foursome with his buddies but I don't even know he has that in him. That, the kinky part. I don't want to judge him but come on, he had a freaking foursome with his friends. What else did he do? Because the way he told me two weeks ago, it's as if there's absolutely nothing abnormal happened. Did he ever shared Lauren with them? Cassie? Or any other girl he fucked before? What else did he do? I'm really curious what are the kind of things that he considers as worthy-of-feeling-awkward-with since that freaking foursome was mentioned as normal as everyday's-life-routine. "Why are you so interested in dark romance?" He asks all of a sudden when we are on our way to work, “Is that your fantasy? Being raped? Used? Humiliated?"..... okay. Note to self, I'm not sharing my Wattpäd account with him anymore. "I'm not really comfortable discussing th

“Do you feel like having Italian?" I ask him on our way home, it's only two hours since we had our big breakfast but I'm already craving for some pasta. "Italian? You mean pasta? Or the Mafia?" "Stop it Toff! Pasta!" I hit him on the arm as he laughs. Both of us are absolutely at ease since we've settled our issues. I am again comfortable with my best friend. "You want me to cook or you want to eat at Carmine's?" He asks after he’s done laughing at his own joke. "Do you want to cook lunch or dinner? Choose one. Either lunch at Carmine's or dinner at Crabby Panties." His eyes light up at the mention of his favorite place, "Alright I'll cook lunch!"He strips his clothes once we're home, cooking in just a pair of boxer as I take my own sweet time to change into a comfortable shirt and shorts. Fine, this is his shirt too but like what happened to his previous shirts, it's mine now. "I've always loved your pasta!" I sit on the bar stool, planning to watch him cook while doing nothin

When I wake up the next day, his side is already empty so I immediately go out to check if he's preparing his infamous Big Breakfast Sunday. But the kitchen looks empty, so I check my room to find snoring May is still on my bed. I quickly grab my phone on the nightstand to call him but it goes straight to his voicemail. I shoot a text asking of his whereabout, if he's okay.Once Princess May is awake, both of us have a brunch near her place then I spend the rest of the day with my god-daughter and god-sons. Countless texts and calls remain unanswered, I am seriously worried by the time I reach home that night. The house is empty, and his room looks exactly the same as I left it this morning. Throughout our friendship, he only went missing once, when he broke up with Lauren for the third time. He was in a mess, and they broke up for the longest time ever. He was beyond sad to find out Lauren cheated on him with her childhood friend but they somehow got over it; exhibit 1: birth of Ka