Be My Sugar Novels & Stories

•Flashback• One day in Aahan's friend party. He was attend along with Sahana. She warned him to not touch alcohol because she hate that smell. But his cravings for drink couldn't stop him to drink it. He silently gulped a glass , he thought Sahana was unaware of it so he took the chance and gulped another glass ..Like this he made empty full bottle.

“ He told me that he needs you more than I do that damn near made me throw my fists at him but I am smarter than that, I can sense that he is trying to get a reaction out of me and I am not going to give it to him. Not while acting like the alpha of the pack.” However, he didn’t look like he was at all pleased with just letting Mike go. His pace was stiff and he kept muttering after every sip that he took out of his coffee mug, casting him a sympathetic look as he added another teaspoon of sugar to his mug, she sighed. “ Do you know that you can get diabetes if you eat too much sugar?”

I chuckled at the remembrance of that. “I took out my phone from Purse, Annie’s message just popped in. Sugarpie 🦋💖🌈: “Did you get to see the shooting star😳, oh, I know you missed it, don’t worry Bebe, I made I wish for the both of us, and trust me it’s gonna come true, you’re more than you think you’re cakes, and I know everything will be fine by morning. Sweet dreams mama🌚💝.. and dream of us, naked. Muah 💋”

Marigold and Beau left the restaurant, went over to Beau's car, got inside, buckled their seatbelts, and Beau drove off. Marigold looked over at Beau, watching him drive, and thinking 'Why is he so sweet to me? After everything he should be hating me right now but he's not. He's been gentle and sweet even after everything I've said and done. Why is he so nice to me? I can't read him at all…" Beau glanced over at her, seeing her quickly turn away, and he said, "Ah, I was wondering why it was becoming so hard for me to drive. Your beautiful eyes were looking at me and making me distracted." She scoffed, saying, "My eyes weren't looking at you but even if they were, how would you know? You're f

The tent starts moving until it is right in front of me. “ I said , my eyes are up here, Sugar” That snaps me out of it. I stare at him, willing myself to not give anything away but there’s a fire in my chest, spreading all the way from the tip of my ears to my feet. The fire threatens to topple me over with how much I am shaking. Sugar? He must be joking. I should give him a piece of my kind but I have no words to waste on a self centered, jerk like him . So , I say calmly “ get out”

he asked. I looked at his manhood and swallowed a few times when I saw how big it was. Damn, I think it's 7 fucking inches. "Do you think your soldier fits me?" I asked him, a little nervous. Damn! Yes, we make out when we're alone, but damn, we haven't reached intercourse yet. "Hmm I'll be gentle, baby," he replied, without answering my question. I nodded and smiled at him. "Ok. You can enter now, My Sugar daddy...."

“I'm serious.” “Then I guess we'll have to change that. Ice cream next” he said. “Won't that be too much sugar” I raised my brows in surprise as I looked at him. “Don't tell me you're scared of a little sugar” he teased, his eyes glinting with amusement and something else that I couldn't really point out. He bumped his shoulder into mine playfully and I playfully glared at him. “You're on. Let's bet on who can consume the highest amount of sugar today” he said.

Chelsea asked hesitantly. "Of course, why wait? It's time for you to turn a new page with a new job. How much is your salary at this café, anyway?" "But I'm not ready to spend the night with a man." "Yeah, I know that, but I'm sure you can start with the initial steps. Olive once told me that being a sugar baby doesn't necessarily mean going straight to a room and servicing the man who hires you. In the beginning, you can accompany him for meals or outings, chat with him, or even go karaoke. Don't jump to the core of the matter right away if you're not ready, but if you're looking for something bigger, you'll naturally have to spend the night."

Purple said, her tone sweet and sharp as glass. “Get him to sign those papers. When you do, I’ll believe you’re the one he wants.”

She'd somehow landed herself a taste of the wealthy life. I had to admit, this sugar daddy’s taste was, to put it mildly, quite peculiar. "No, not at all. Ms. Lawrence looks like a kind, family-oriented woman." I practically bit down on the words "kind" and "family-oriented". Mom coughed guiltily and hurriedly held a peeled grape up to Kyle's mouth. "Kyle, sit down and rest. Leave tutoring the child to Mr. Wilder." Kyle casually took hold of her hand. Though he was smiling, there was an unmistakable sense of control in his voice.