He Calls Me Sweet Novels & Stories

Unlike before, when he would rarely take my calls, these days, he answers on the first ring as if he were waiting and eager for my call. “Hi darling, how’s your day? And have Corrine and Letty arrived yet?” His deep voice comes through the phone. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing him call me sweet names, especially when he says it in his deep and sexy voice. There is just something about it that renders me weak in the knees. "Hi,” I squeak for some unknown reason. “It’s great, honestly. Those two are, honestly, amazing. They even wanted to take me out shopping for tonight’s date.”

“What?” “She called you sweetheart.” “Wait. You can hear her?” “Yes. It was too loud, like on speaker.” “Oh, sorry. Good to know. Next time I will tell her not to talk about sex on the phone when I’m with you.” “Kids these days.” He shook his head in amusement, “What’s wrong if she calls me sweetheart, anyway?” “Your mom called me sweetheart too.”

I said. They were still trying to persuade me to make peace with him when I ended the call. "Sweetie, what do you want for dinner? I'll come pick you up." Before I could even process the hurt from that phone call, Elvis's text appeared and smoothed away all my frustration. In all these years, Caesar had never once called me anything like "sweetie". He thought pet names were cheesy. Elvis arrived quickly, like he'd been waiting downstairs the whole time. He asked, "Have you decided what you want to eat?"

I couldn’t decipher what it meant, but it made me feel tingly, nonetheless. “You are amazing, you know that?” he says quietly that I can’t help but gasp quietly. The compliment runs too deep that I don’t know what to do. “Hey, don’t shy away from me, sweet boy,” he tipped my chin up. “Why do you call me that?” I asked him the one question I’d been meaning to ask him since the first time I heard him call me ‘sweet boy’.

I can hear the sound of soft kisses he's making. Holding my belly with both of his hands. His face on my stomach, "Excuse Mommy and Daddy tonight. Sleep there sweetie and don't mind what we are about to do." He talks to our baby. I laughed then I realized he called our child sweetie. I call her the same. "Did you say sweetie?" I asked with a bright smile. "Uh-huh." He answered still caressing my stomach like he was a fortune teller holding a crystal ball.

he says while still smiling. And again, I started to feel 'that' feeling again when he called me 'sweetheart'. He's now used on calling me with that endearment. Nevertheless, I choose to ignore the abnormal beat of my heart and focused on the words I am about to say. Like what I always do before saying something long or explaining something, I heave a deep sigh.

Soon, everything would be over and I would do away with him completely. The torture of satisfying him was mind consuming. Sighing, I grabbed my phone and picked up his call. "Hey darling." I called in a sweet voice. "Where are you?" He asked in a strained voice. I tried my best to maintain the sweetness in my voice as I replied. "On my way, I can't wait to see you." I cooed and I heard his grunt making me roll my eyes. Men- as long as you push the right buttons, they would be at the middle of your palm ready for you to control and use as you please.

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.

I smiled, delighted about our conversation. “Just call me Sicca.” “Of course, Sicca,” I said, doing a victory dance on the inside. What a sweet jackass.

I can’t help thinking of him and all the delicious things I want to do to him. I pick up the phone again and then put it down. I finally pick it up, and I am determined to call this time, when the phone rings and it’s Rhett. I pick up and say “Hello.” The panic in Rhett’s voice stuns me for a moment, but then I tell him I will be right there. I don’t mean to call him “Sweetheart”. It just slips out. I have never called anyone that, but it feels right as I say it to him.