Todos los capítulos de BEE Sugar Baby: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

"Calvin..." I'm sure I'm still awake, this is not a dream, because I can feel her flesh in my hands. I can hear her inviting voice as I caress her figure while being blinded with lust. Technically blinded. "For whatever reason," I can feel her breath on my face, our nose touching, by how near our face is to each other, "Under no circumstances, do not remove the mask without my permission." "I promise." It's a miracle I managed to form a full sentence by how hard I am right now. I can't think straight with all my blood rushing to that one specific region. "I'm not a waitress but can you give me the tip?" She's gotta be kidding to still joke around when she knows how desperate I am. My erection is poking her back like nobody's business. "I'm asking for your consent, Mr Gunn." I hate how calm she sounds while I'm struggling over here. "Yes," I grunt like a desperate pervert, "Yes, please." "Mhmm," she moans teasingly while removing herself from my middle, making me a little upse

I'm confused.And upset.I'm confused and upset but I have no right to be one because she did tell me this is just a dream before everything happened, and she made sure I understand everything completely before using me for pleasure. Yes, I've concluded that she used me, eventhough I enjoyed it immensely. I haven't seen her for the rest of the week- she's back in her cave, out of sight whenever I'm home. I'm not even sure she's still here but her security details ensured she is, and that she hasn't stepped out of the building since we're back from Italy. I've been waiting for Saturday because my children and grandchildren is the only thing that can lure her out. Unfortunately, it's spring break, which I only found out yesterday when I called Gen and Nate to ask what do they want to eat on our Saturday family brunch only to be reminded they're off to their nuclear-family vacation for the weekend before the school break ends. Bugger. Now I won't be seeing my wife aaaand the rest of

I've been a bit of a chaos these days. Few days ago I've been melancholy, judging by the extra hours I spent on the bed, sleeping for another one or two hours compared to my usual wake time, followed by lying down, scrolling through my phone, too lazy to leave the fluffy mattress until it's suddenly almost the time for Honey to come home that I'd rush downstairs to get some food before hiding in my room again. I'd bathe with different flavours of bath bombs every evening to somewhat lift my mellow mood, light the scented candles, sip on my warm tea, read a good e-book; I did all those things to patch myself up from the heart-break I've been feeling since I forbid myself from seeing him.It had been four days. I had been bracing myself for four days not to get out of the bedroom, afraid if I'd approach Honey and repeat the same thing. What happened last weekend shouldn't be carried forward; I've decided to wake up from the dream. But then it's like I had this surge of energy when

"Chill, Daddy! It's April's Fool!" Yeah, chill Daddy. It's April's Fool. Who hurt you? Why do you need to be so serious? Jeez. Genevieve is still laughing from the same spot since a minute ago, "Clearly we're fools to believe that! Good one, Al! Though I do want to chain you to a tree and let out a bag of ants all over you right now. Good one, Geema!" I grin at the compliment as the other adults are laughing as well as the bigger kids. Well, other adults except Calvin. Whatever, he's boring liddat. "Should we get to lunch now?" He breaks the happy bubble with the same stern tone, but everyone clearly still finds what I did is funny. They're laughing despite Calvin's serious face. "Geepa," Zoe, the eldest granddaughter calls him as she approaches the man, "Can I have some cold water? I'm parched."Parched? Wow. Is every five year old heiress thisss posh? I'm already amazed at her manners -when she chooses to be well-mannered, of course- but to use such vocabulary, I have to admit

I never thought I'd be so affected by the prank. We had sex that Saturday afternoon after denying entry to my children, did it everywhere from the couch to the floor, and when I needed some elevation I carried her to the kitchen island, all in the blind. I thank my memory for knowing every corner of the house so well that I didn't hurt her when I moved her from one place to another, though we did have a good laugh when I hit myself with the wall that one time. I'd hit the wall a million times if I can get those giggles again. Just like before, she left first and asked me to count to a hundred before allowing me to take the eye mask off. She remained hidden in her room until three hours later she went straight to the kitchen, perhaps to fill her tummy with food since she skipped lunch for sex. I continued to do my work at the bedroom as she lounged at the living room; all I wanted to do was to be next to her but I didn't want to overwhelm her with my presence, afraid if she's gonna