He Calls Me Sweet Novels & Stories

Like? He was funny, cheeky, playful, such a tease and he makes me feel good about myself. Plus, he's flirty, and really patient too. Maybe at first I was overacting but it's how sarcastic he is that makes him so easy to talk to. He has this deep manly and raspy voice when he talks to me over the phone, he constantly annoy me, he texts me bunch of sweet things, he's not shy to say he missed me and he calls me babe. I like it when he calls me that. Despite the fact that he already saw me on my pictures and how a loser I am cos I look like a nerd, he still calls me beautiful. He is a really nice guy and he is not so difficult to love.

Then he smiled at me. "Why? Where are you going?" He tickled by me touching him. I don't get what he means. "When you—At night, hahaha!" I hope it's okay. He added more. So I just made him suffer. "It's true. Babe." "Huh?" His eyes widened when I said "huh". I was surprise... That he called me? "Oh! Hahaha! That's my callsign to you, okay?" I got a tsk again. Babe? OMG! He's really sweet!

He thinks Carrie and Lydia are my two best friends who teach at the same school as mine. "It's okay, let's go. Think she'll be done by the time I'm there." I turn around and look into his eyes. Gosh every time I look at him I have this feeling of, uhm, this weird thing like my heart is full of... love? "I love you," I tell him softly as he smiles back at me, "I love you too, Sweetheart." Even if he calls me Sweetheart for the thousandth time, I'd still feel giddy all over. So I near my face to his and kiss him lightly on the lips. He pulls me to him that our body crash into each other as he deepens the kiss.

“Sweetie, іt’ѕ a dеаl.” “Cаn you nоt саll me sweetie?” I аѕkеd frоwnіng, already hаtіng thе nаmе. Hе pouted іn рrоtеѕt. I guess thаt was hіѕ thіng. “Whу? It’ѕ сhаrmіng.” I rоllеd mу еуеѕ in irritation. “It’ѕ annoying, and I hаtе sickly pet nаmеѕ.”

He is so hawt. He clears his throat and I snap back into reality. My cheeks are blushing right now. "I... I'm so sorry, sir...!" I immediately close my face with my hands. Damn, my nervousness is taking my senses away. I hear his steps come close to me. Standing in front of me, he takes my hands off my face. "You are so attractive, sweetheart." He whispers into my ear and kisses my cheeks. What in the world of love, did he just call me sweetheart? God, my heart..!

I was trying not to entertain the unhealthy thoughts bursting through my mind at that moment, but… A loud gasp screeched out of me when his lips suddenly slammed on mine. He held my face, delving his tongue into my mouth, raking my insides, and colliding with my tongue. I was a moaning mess. It deepened when his hand slid under my dress and into my panties. “If you'd read half my messages, you'd be incredibly wet right now and ready for me, little sugar.” Little sugar. He's been calling me that for days now and it always starts a damn firework throughout my nerves.

He was handsome. Extremely handsome. Which means he is dangerous. Extremely dangerous. “Sweetheart.” I flushed brightly. Sweetheart? What a cute name. Why is he calling me that? Why is he reaching out for me? “We knew you were alive. We knew you existed. We’ve been waiting for you.” My lips parted as a noiseless gasp escaped them. His hand reach and cupped my probably bruised cheek, sending pleasurable shocks throughout my body. We? Who’s we?

"I think you've sold your drink pretty well." He chuckles then grabbed his glass. "Cheers?" He asks, raising his glass. I grabbed mine as well and raised it. "To a great night." I say. "The night just started, sweetheart." He stares at me hungrily. And fuck, I literally died and recovered when he called me sweetheart. A part of my body loved hearing it coming from his mouth. Being called sweetheart by Gage Stockholm has never been my dream but I'm so honored that he called me that.

He said I should call him too. "Eh! Come on! You should have a sweet name for me too. I don't want my name anymore, I always hear that," he said in one of our video calls. "It's art. Oh okay, what do you want?" He brought his face closer to the screen and grinned. "It's up to you. I just want it sweet!" "Edi candy? Uh, lollipop?" His face turned so bad that I laughed. "Because you said you were sweet. I might as well call you 'sweet'."

" Can we do this tomorrow?" " Come on, don't break my heart like that babe. " He says. " Please?" She finds herself snickering away from the phone and covering her hand over her mouth. Babe. He just called her babe. He is the only one who has called her that. She doesn't know why, but she gets happy anytime he calls her sweet names like that. It's kind of inappropriate if someone hears it, but she does like it. Fuck the interview. He is right, she is going to Ace it even if she goes out to eat or not. She has done this so many times.