All Chapters of BEE Sugar Baby: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I haven't received a bouquet today. Every day for the past nine days, there'll be a delivery man coming through that door around 10am, with a bouquet of tulips and a card attached to it. I don't know why he'd always send it to this particular bakery since I have another two in Jakarta but today, when there's no one coming at 10am, or 10.05am, or 10.10am, I got nervous. I actually trembled thinking he somehow sent that bouquet to the other branches that one of my employees would read the card and judge me for whoring with another man when I'm engaged to Andra Hartono. Or, they'd think it's Andra who wrote those sick, disgusting pick up lines. Either way, it's bad news for me. Everybody knows me as the well mannered woman who always dress modestly, never do controversial stuff, but with just that one card, it can destroy my reputation. People would call me a fake, for behaving like an angel in front of others but spread my legs to men behind closed doors.Urgh. This is killing me.

When I first started the bakery with my sisters, my only goal was to be self-employed while doing the thing I love the most on daily basis. I mean, isn't that everybody's dream? To make money with their hobby? Our business grew beyond my imagination when we opened branches not just in Indonesia, but all over Asia. I feel like this is the way God makes up for my lack in the relationship department, for He grants me this unbelievable success in my career when in just four years, we managed to expand our business in Dubai, Japan, and more Asian countries. Dian is a brilliant when it comes to advertising our products that she managed to attract investors hence the main reason of our rapid growth. She once told me she's going to make us go international in two years, but we did it in just thirteen months. Now she's beating her ass again to achieve her mission to go beyond Asia. It's crazy, yet she made it so easy as if she can reach for the stars as long as we believe we can do it. Th

I've had my fair share of being a contract owner when I was working in the corporate world before I ventured into baking and business. We needed to ensure the contractors are well prepared in the event they are granted the billion dollar contract hence the extensive grilling so yeah, I used to be a piranha myself. It was my job to grill them until I get all the answers.But once we get out of the meeting room, all of us are equal be it a contractor, the contract owner, or just a scriber. We'd sit and talk as if a war didn't occur just moments ago. The same thing is happening right now; I do notice the way they switch from being assholes in the meeting room to pleasant human being, asking questions that are for the sake of getting to know us, not to drain us to death like they did an hour ago. Professionals, are what they are.After the excruciatingly painful-to-watch session, we go to a restaurant for the lunch that follows. We've done this a lot previously, so this lunch is very muc

"I'll go straight to the point since you have another meeting in fifteen minutes." He sips on his drink but I know he's listening intently so I continue, "I'd like to know if you're gonna pull out your investment." His mouth opens signalling he's about to answer me but I quickly intercept while I still have the courage in me, "And! And I also wanna know if we're, uhm, if we're..." Shit where the hell did the bravery go to? "Still married?" He supplies casually. I nod, watching him take another sip of that annoying drink. He seems to be nonchalant about this I don't think he's aware of how important these two matters are to me. "Which one would you like to know first?" "It doesn't matter." "Okay," he finally puts down his drink, "There's a yes, and the other is a no. Take a guess which is which." I sigh, "So we're still married." "Is it that bad to be married to me?" He asks playfully, "I thought I'm a catch?" "Yeah if you aim to marry an asshole who sleeps around while refus

"I'm only asking two things, you can dictate the rest. Two years, and that we stay in New York." I went crazy with my list but all he did was agreeing to every bit of it, dropping signature at each point with no request for amendment. I would've gotten away if I put a million a month but I'm not doing this for money, my sole purpose is to obtain my single status. [ 1. Two years, then on the first day after that two years duration you're obligated to divorce me both legally and Islamically, at the court. ]Which means, he has to register our marriage officially at the clerk office in New York. In case he's being sneaky and refuses to fulfil his part of divorcing me, I can ask for it at the court properly instead of floating on the sky thinking what else can I do to make him divorce me. Like it's been the past five years. See, I'm being smart now. [ 2. I will not be Scarlett Monroe, be it in private or with others -friends, family, colleagues, anyone- and I'm to be addressed and ac