Salty Sugar Baby のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

After taking a long bath, spending some time by myself thinking about what has happened in my life since I signed up to be a sugar baby, I finally come out in a much better mood compared to when I entered the bathroom an hour ago. Luca was sitting on the bed, looking like he is deeply regretting his behaviour earlier which I know, the last thing he would want to do is to poke me in the wrong way so he must've been feeling really guilty. I carefully approach him while only being wrapped in a towel, not wanting to prolong this further even if it's only going to take half a minute to sprint to the walk-in closet and get dressed. "Maybe we don't have to talk about it?" I ask softly once I sit next to him. He is clearly in a dilemma because like me, I too was torn between discussing about it or forget it ever happened. Forget this bad episode ever happened."That topic," I say hesitantly as my eyes turn to the small ultrasound photo he is currently holding, "is something that can wait.

"And you're only telling me now?!" Abby is screaming on the other line while Luca makes a weird face at me, as if asking what's my problem that I keep on watching him like a hawk. No, more like a creep. That’s why he seems to be quite annoyed -judging from his facial expressions- when I’ve done nothing but creep him out.Him, dressed in nothing but his black brief, is looking so damn hot especially when he’s innocently wiping clean the kitchen top that he used when he was preparing lunch. There’s something sexy about guys doing house chores, I tell you.Especially when he does it using those muscled abs and biceps. I remember how round and juicy his ass looked when he bent down to put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. That toned ass is so distracting I swear he should be sued for owning such peachy asset. I've gotta admit I've been drooling like a pervert over here. The fact that he no longer bothers putting on pants or shirts around the house ever since we're a couple is making it

It feels weird to talk to each other through a video call when we're staying at the same place. Well, he's actually in his home office while I'm here at the dining table but you get what I mean- we're at the house with only a few steps away from one another. After working from home for almost a month, this is the first time I'm having an online meeting with him. Okay, not just him because we have the entire team joining this conference call and he hasn't exactly said much since we started half an hour ago (it was just a simple introduction at the beginning of this meeting) but still, I can see his face through the video so it somehow feels weird considering he went down on me merely two hours ago, waking me up with his naughty tongue and misbehaving fingers. This meeting is actually a practice in my company; we'd always organise a follow-up after the presentation of contractors' quarterly performance, to sit down and negotiate the discounts that we would like to have and if the co

"Luc, are you asleep?" I ask him despite his silent treatment. He went straight to his home office once we were back, remained there until well before midnight that he finally graced his appearance which that too without a word; slipped into the ensuite bathroom for a quick shower then got into bed without making any noise. I wanted to make amend by cooking us dinner but he was in the middle of a discussion when I entered his home office around seven. I waited and checked again half an hour later but he was still in that meeting. The cycle of waiting-and-checking on him just to have dinner together went on for a couple of hours before I decided to go ahead and have dinner on my own around ten.Throughout our relationship be it when we were just friends or now that he’s my official quarantine boyfriend, I always make it a rule to never let our issues interfere with work. So with the intention of letting him do his work as well as wanting to give him space after dropping the bomb dur

"The bakery should be on your right.” Emma finally finishes giving me the direction of the place where she needs me to pick up the mini pavlova she ordered. It’s Saturday so we’re going to have lunch together but she’ll be going straight to my parents’ place to help with the cooking so I volunteered to handle the dessert part. But of course, being the successful party planner she is, one of the perks is to have contacts of all the good dessert places so she did the ordering and what’s left for me is to just go to those places to pick them up. Right now I’m onto the first on the list since I just left my place. "Where are you now, by the way?" She asks as my hand stretches to the Starbucks grande drink placed next to the gearbox, "Wait. Are you still at home?!” I slurp on the drink while she curses, “I swear Fee, if you-""I'm already on my way!" I quickly interject before she starts nagging about how I’ll be making everybody waiting for me just because I haven’t showered when it’s