Todos los capítulos de Bestie Sugar Baby: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

"It's not cool leaving without telling me, Nina." He sounds so mad, barging into my room five seconds after I hear the front door being slammed. I keep on playing with my phone, ignoring him as I lie down leisurely on my bed. Watching funny cat videos on Youtube is more important than giving in to his ridiculous tantrum. "I'm talking to you." He marches towards me, still mad but not enough to raise his voice at me. He's always been that way, never raised his voice but people would know instantly if he's mad. "Why are you being like this? I fucking went to your stupid party and you fucking left me there, looking for you like I had nothing better to do." I throw my phone to the bed before finally turn to look at his face, gritting my teeth trying so hard to hold my anger, "It's NOT. A. Stupid. Party. It's MY Goddaughter's party!" I tried, I really tried to contain it but it got worse as more words came out of my mouth that I shouted to his face."Can't you talk nicely to me?" "I

If it's too much for him to do it, fine. I'll do it myself. The vibrator that we bought at the beginning of the year is still in the box. I bring it out from my closet, finally putting it to use tonight. I know he's going to come home late again tonight, just like he's been for the past four nights, probably wanting to avoid me but tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, you're fucking trapped with me! I will make you talk, hell you'll even sing to me after all these plans are enacted. Like a crazy ex who’s trying to get back together with the ex, I've listed all possible things I can do from seduction to a simple home-cooked dinner on the table. But first, let's scratch the itch. I lie in his bed to smell him again, wanting to get the mood for my solo performance. I've never done this but how hard can it be? Just shove it in like he's been doing me since the past five months. Or haven't been since the past three weeks. Mhmmmm it smells heaven and sin at the same time. His dark gr

Christopher's POV 👱🏻She thought I love her like a best friend. I was, until I started fucking her. Then it becomes addictive, and I got confused if this is the love for fucking, the love for a best friend, or the soulmate kind of love. Those three weeks apart had solved the confusion. I love her like I love all three; I love fucking her, I love her as a best friend, and I love how we fit like a puzzle. Perhaps she's the soulmate I've been searching for. But she doesn't see me that way. It takes so much courage for me to say those three words. She did say it back but I know she only meant it as best friends. "I'm still dating Christian." She tells me when we're lying on the bed, watching another episode of Friends. "How long has it been?" "Three weeks. Our first date was when he picked me up at Mom's." How could I forget, the same day she ditched me and made me so mad for having to search her the entire house, then waited for two fucking hours thinking she went out for groc

"Since you've been dating Christian for more than a month," Mom begins when we are preparing food in the kitchen, "invite him for Thanksgiving next week." "What?" I didn't see that coming. "We want to meet him." "You guys HAVE met him. And no, it's not more than a month, it's only been three weeks Mom." "Oh come on, by the rate you guys are going out all the time I feel like he's been your boyfriend since a month ago." "He's not my boyfrienddddd." Urgh. And then I was met with a smirk by Toffer, who has been forcing me to call him my boyfriend. I don't know what's wrong with my best friend, or what has gotten into him, but he's been so kinky these days. I can't believe I am actually okay doing those kinky stuff with him. Urgh, I don't even know who I am anymore. It's like he has a magic spell over me with his dick. "He will be your boyfriend then. Maybe this Thanksgiving dinner is all you need to push him a bit." I can't do this anymore, so I stop peeling the carrot and put

It's still dark when I woke up. I remember I passed out just after 2 because he put a reminder for when 12 o'clock strikes, Alexa would announce that we've reached the end of our arrangement. Though we didn't stop until he came in me for what should be the final cum. We cleaned up then slept in his bed and that's how I passed out the moment my head hit the pillow; I was so exhausted. So I don't know why the hell am I awake now, it doesn't look like morning yet. Heck, it's winter of course it's still dark. But I don't think it's 6.30 am already since his alarm hasn't blared in our ears. I turn to the man beside me who's doing an orchestra with his wide opened mouth. He sure sleeps funny that I giggle like an idiot in the dark right now. I wonder how his lips taste like. Is it soft like Christian's? Or flaky like Max, my ex? Hard musle-ly lips like Josh? Uhmmm I've had my fair share of lips but I still wonder what his tastes like. Removing the fluffy cat that's separating us, I br