All Chapters of My Gay Sugar Daddy Is A Priest : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I actually didn't want to stand up from where I was. Not particularly because I was enjoying it, but because the situation was too embarrassing to face. Just imagine yourself falling on top of someone in the supermarket, amidst the peering eyes of the desperate housewives who were too bored to stay at home that they came on and unnecessary grocery shopping. But nevertheless, we definitely weren't going to spend eternity there, so it was better to just get off each other's bodies. “ Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry, are you injured?” I asked as I stood up, ignoring the screaming voice in my head that was reminding me that I almost came very close to achieving my dream; to kissing him. “ I'm fine”, he said, standing to his feet and brushing himself off. “ Thank goodness. It would've been critical if you had hit your head on the ground”, I said to him, momentarily forgetting that the desperate housewives were still staring at us. “ Thankfully I didn't. That's called good reflex ac

Hunter's POV I made my way out of the house and into the house, feeling a little bit weary. I didn't sleep well the night before. The thought that Basil might be straight took away sleep from my eyes, and I spent the night praying to every god I knew; Shivu, Venus, Zeus, Odin, The Sun god, that Basil should be gay, or at least bisexual. I had wanted to ask Hazel but decided against it on a second thought. I looked at myself in the rear mirror, the V-neck shirt I was wearing extended way below my chest. I had worn it to impress Basil, or at least to gain his attention and see if he was into guys, but looking at myself in the mirror, I had most certainly never felt so stupid before. “ Good morning”, he said as he got into the car, fastening his seatbelt, ultimately reminding me that I had to fasten mine. “ Good morning”, I replied. “ So, what shopping mall would you prefer to go to?” He asked, looking over at me. “ Why don't you take me to the one that you would prefer”,

Hazel's POV To be truly sincere, working out alone wasn't a problem; not at all. The problem was the fact that I was working out alone because of Hunter; that was the main problem. I left the house and jogged all the way to the gym, with earphones on, blasting heavy metal music. At the gym, I tried to concentrate while lifting weights but I just couldn't. Thoughts of Hunter kept crossing my mind, and his wonderful smell wouldn't just leave my memory, making me wonder what kind of perfume it was, since it was able to make one horny. I left the weight lifting section and tried to let off some steam at the treadmill. As I began running on moderate speed on the treadmill, I noticed a guy get on another treadmill right opposite to mine, and beside him on another treadmill was a girl. The guy looked masculine and packed up, and his face card was literally something to die for, and so when the girl noticed him on the treadmill, about to start running on it, she let down her hair, s

" Why the hell would you want to know how long I've known Basil?" I asked as I poured more milk into my oatmeal. I always preferred brown sugar to white sugar, but I was suspiciously looking at Hunter that I didn't know when I used the white sugar instead of the brown one. “ Shit, now look what you made me do”. “ And what is it that I made you do?” He wasn't pissed, but his eyebrows were raised inquisitively. I sighed, seeing that it would be a hassle to start explaining to him that I didn't like the white sugar that I had mistakenly put while questioning him. “ Nevermind. Back to the question. Why would you want to know how long I've known Basil?” I stirred the oatmeal, hoping that I could manage it with the white sugar in it. “ No apparent reason. I was just curious”. “ Well, I've known him since senior high, that should be about right years now or so”. “ Okay. Do you have any idea if he has an issue, something psychological?” “ None that I can think of, but why would

Have you ever felt as if you fell from space, right into the middle of the Pacific Ocean? Like you were gasping for air and suddenly you have enough of it, enough that it might kill you? I mean, given the fact that each atom of oxygen in the ocean is bonded with two atoms of hydrogen making the hydrogen concentration higher than the oxygen level which can in fact kill you if time is not taken. All in all, I'm just trying to say that I felt flabbergasted, bewildered at what the handsome jerk standing before me had said. I felt scared too. Not because I was guilty of the charges he was pressing against me; although partially I was. Given the fact that I was mentally ready to have a romantic relationship with Basil no matter how inappropriate it might seem, yes, I was partially guilty, and I wasn't sorry for that. Besides, I personally permitted only myself to cheat in that hellhole we called marriage, but for some reason I was scared that he, Hazel, might be broken hearted. I was scar