He Calls Me Sweet Novels & Stories

I told her as I turned around to face her. My phone rang, and I climbed into bed to retrieve it. I answered the phone right away without checking who it was. "Hello," I said. "Sugar girl," the caller whispered. It's him. Just hearing his voice made my pussy ache. I am not sure why I always react to him this way. "Prince?" Saraphina immediately turned her attention to me after I asked. "I love the way you call me, my sugar girl," he added, taunting me even more.

“Though we will play, it won’t be all the time. I want to get to know you as well. Scarlett, I do hope you know that much.” “I still can’t believe this.” She said, “You can also call me Scar. Most people do.” “Well, most men who enter into this type of thing have better relationships with their baby’s then they do their wives.” He said chuckling. “you aren’t married, are you?” she asked as she looked up into his eyes.

He only called me that when he was trying to be sweet, or when he knew he was in deep trouble. I gripped the phone, my thumb hovering over the call button. "You are so toxic, Luca Carter," I whispered to the dark. But I didn't turn the phone off.

‘I swear if you don’t eat your meals properly, I’ll come there and beat your ass. The phone pings. ‘I’ll gladly accept it ;).’ I roll my eyes. Horny jerk. ‘I’m serious. Eat your meals or I’ll stop talking to you.’ ‘Alright, sweetheart. Calm down. I’ll eat,’ he replies, and my heart skips a beat. He called me sweetheart. ‘I am not your sweetheart.’ I text back, feeling a little giddy. ‘But you are mine.’ He replies, sending my heart almost flying out of my chest.

I'm super aware of my existence. “That's the welcome I get?” “I'm.. im.. m.. just surprised to see you here.” I stuttered. He grinned, licking his lips deliberately. He hadn't moved from where he was standing. “It's hard to get rid of, sweetheart.” Sweetheart. He's calling me sweetheart again.

" He wants you to meet your ....... ummmm fiancee." Boom! He could feel the tension around the man even through the phone. This was one of the most terrifying things about the man. His unmistakable aura of power and dominance. He was like a king untainted by mankind. Untouchable like the sun. "What's her name." Eric said through gritted teeth. The assistance was sweating buckets. He thanked his lucky stars that this conversation was happening on phone otherwise he would have surely had an heart attack from this. "Her nnname is Sabrina Harris."

I throw back and he pops his head up, his lips only inches from mine. “But then I couldn’t smell your scent, Sweetness.” He says with a cocky grin and I roll my eyes. “Why are you calling me that anyway? Banana doesn’t work for you anymore?” I ask sarcastically and his smile drops. “I thought you didn’t like to be called Banana.” He says. “I don’t. I hate it. I’m assuming that’s why you always did it.” I say and he nods. “Yeah. So I’m not going to do it anymore.” He says and my heart gives a traitorous flutter.

But it made sense, he was gorgeous, almost too good looking. "Hey, babe." Callum said, as he approached my locker. "Babe?" I questioned, raising my brows. "What, you don't like it?" He asked, with a laugh. "It's just a bit cliche." I said, semi seriously. "Oh really, then how about munchkin, or sweetpea? Actually I have the perfect one, I'm gonna call you sugarplum!" He said excitingly. I burst out laughing, unable to contain myself. "Nope, nope, babe works just fine. I'd like to stick with that one please." I said, still laughing.

Is it crazy that I think it’s sexy? Then it strikes me. He called me Sweet. Turning back to him, I place my hand on his neck and ask. “You called me Sweet?” He nods, his face becoming serious. “That’s what Tariq calls you, isn’t it?” I shrug my shoulders. “I guess. I never really thought about it. I just find it odd that you call me that too.” His mouth tilts into a soft smile. “Do you know why he calls you that?”

He turned and placed a plate in front of me. “Eat.” “Thanks.” “You're welcome, Sweet.” “Can you stop calling me Sweet?” I asked, looking down at my plate, blushing. “Why?” Fuck, his voice… “We are not friends or anything…” “Yes, I know that… and here is the contract,” he said as he passed me a brown envelope. “Calling you ‘Sweet’ will make the fake relationship more believable, won't it?” I looked from him to the envelope. Why? Why is he helping me? I am sure there's nothing I can offer…