Mi Dulce Pecado Novels & Stories

As they savored the rich flavors of the dish, Sofia leaned in closer to James. "Este lugar es increíble," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with delight. In English, she added, "This place is amazing." James, savoring the mole, replied in his best Spanish, "Y la compañía es aún mejor," which drew a radiant smile from Sofia. Dessert arrived, a delectable tres leches cake topped with fresh strawberries, just as the mariachi band struck up a romantic ballad. James extended his hand to Sofia, and they swayed to the music, lost in the enchantment of the evening.

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

Madeline's POV "So, which of these options do you prefer?" The pastry chef smiled as she arranged an elaborate selection of sweets on the white marble table of her boutique. The place was one of those expensive Belmonte spots—pale pink walls, crystal chandeliers, and a display case that looked more like a jewelry store than a bakery. "We have gourmet pistachio chocolate truffles, coconut truffles with Brazilian nuts, caramel fudge bites made with artisanal dulce de leche, and mini Belgian chocolate éclairs that have been a huge hit at this season’s events."

I look up at Nico. So this is Domenico Perez

"Fine but you owe me." "Okay babes." All the eyes of the man were on them. One man even went up to Sabrina. "Miss how do you feel about being my woman." This was Cody a second generation rich kid. He partied till the sun came out. He had many woman around him begging for attention and he loved being the centre of attention. "No thanks I'm good." "Baby girl I.can take care of you and give you whatever you want in exchange for you." "No thanks but when I need a sugar daddy will call you."

Lola We stopped off at our regular coffee shop to catch up. Cafe du Coin is a quaint restaurant with a French theme that serves fancy brews, teas, and pastries. We love the food and service here. Plus, the pecan shortbreads and cocoa are to die for. Making me happy she was available to drive me home today. I sit across from Mia at the cast iron table, watching as she undoes her braided blonde hair. Shaking out her head, Mia looks gorgeous as the light catches her hazel eyes. It makes me jealous that she has such a natural beauty.

He looked like a gentleman, as well as a younger man because of his free wavy curls. “Fanculo, I’m getting caught deep in your trap every moment. Guardati allo specchio, and know how much my desire suits you, Miele celeste.” His deep and honeyed voice reaches her ear as he leans down before telling her. (Fanculo: fuck Guardati allo specchio: look at yourself in the mirror Miele celeste: heavenly honey) Red painted her cheeks and she kept looking down. Even though she understood him, she felt nothing because she considered him nothing to her. But the magic of his deep voice and smokey accent forced her to react in that way.

“Hey, ‘sup?” “Uh--hi.. You forgot the Dulce de leche..” “Hmm? No, I didn’t.” “You did! It’s with me..” “Well, that’s because it’s for you.” “Ah? But you know I bought a cake and other pastries already..” “Yeah.. And I know you liked the Dulce de leche anyway..” “...But what about you?” “Eh? No, one slice was enough for me. I usually don’t eat too many sweets..”

“YOU MUST HAVE been hungry during the trip.” I looked at Mirasol, who was pouring juice into our long glass. I bit my lower lip. Suddenly it seemed like I didn’t want to pick up the cutlery because of what she said. “You should try my caldereta and kare-kare. That’s delicious, hija!” This promise is still valid. I no longer refused because she had already put me a dish on my plate. I looked up at Lawrence, his lips curved, not quite smiling but tilting as if they mean to.

Tonight, she was going to see Andrew once again, and she couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety. Being Andrew’s sugar baby was a choice she had made willingly, fully aware of the arrangement they had agreed upon. A decision she had made to gain financial stability and experience a lifestyle she had only dreamt of. But as she sat there wondering why she would go so low in her life. Yet she knew no one else knew about her and Andrew. With their agreement, she was only on call. A relationship between them would, should not happen.