My Sugar Daddy Artinya Novels & Stories

"Ok. You can enter now, My Sugar daddy...." I don't know why those words suddenly came out of my mouth. It was as if they had a mind of their own. Lust ran through his eyes as he looked at me. "Say it again," he commanded huskily. "You can enter now, My Sugar Daddy?" I said with a hint of uncertainty. "My pleasure, baby girl," he said. He kissed my lips before aiming his manhood at my entrance. He slowly entered his soldier inside me. I winced in pain; it felt like something tore inside me. I didn't realize that my tears were already falling from the pain.

"So you are trying to tell me that my shift mate is now a rich sugar baby?" " Something of sort." Matilda said, a blush creeping up her cheek. Kim leaned in towards the table with folded fist. "Wow! Introduce me to your sugar daddy then. I heard a lot of them have two or more sugar babies and vise versa." " I only have one sugar daddy and he only has me as a sugar baby." " Then just convince him to include me in the list. You think I'm not tired of working for Marcus and even my side hustle is frustrating enough."

"Anong pinag-uusapan ninyo?" "Ang pangarap niyang magkaroon ng sugar daddy, Shawn anak." Napabusangot siyang lalo saka kinuha ang drinks. "Kumain ka na mama. Kung anu-ano na sinabi mo." "I can be her sugar daddy." Mahina niyang hinampas ang braso nito saka sinamaan ng tingin. Hinaplos naman ng lalaki ang braso nitong hinamps niya. "Grabe ka sa 'kin, biro lang naman iyon."

I say as he tilts his head and watches me, his own lips twisting into a delicate smile. "How did you get involved in this?" As he takes a sip of his water, ice crystals clink on the goblet, he asks. "My friend Poppy, she has an um, well, she's done this kind of thing before" I'm hesitant to use the right terminology; I'm not even sure I know what they are. "She has a sugar daddy?" Rhodes affirms, and I nod in agreement. I'm not sure if it's the word'sugar' or 'daddy' that bothers me the most, or if it's the mixture of the two.

I took a sip of coffee when I saw my name in red letters on the front page, I spat it out in amazement. << YENNA COLLEN, IT WASN'T ME HONEY, IT WAS ANOTHER EX, LET'S TALK, OKAY? I MISS YOU... S.D>> S.D.? He signed as suggar Daddy, Jacob is crazy, what is that not him? but the article did say so.

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.

She nods off at once for her son's request. "Mom, Dad, I'll take Xavier home." Lucrecia asks for leave while kissing her parent's cheeks, then taking turns to kiss the son. "Alright, take care." After asking for leave, Lucrecia takes her son to the city park, looking for a merchant who sells for grilled sausages. It takes time to look for the peddler until finally she finds out the one, going around by a red car with a sausage image on the body of the car. Or it's more known as a food truck.

I asked him. "I said that you should spend the night with me for ten million dollars. Isn't that enough for you? How about twenty? Fifty? I just want to spend the night with you. To show what it's like to be with a real man. I'm sure that you won't want this sorry-ass husband of yours when I'm done with you. You'll be begging me to be your sugar daddy. I won't need to convince you then. You'll want to be my sugar daddy then" The man said.

We ate sitting on the grass, legs stretched out, people watching. "So," Gemma said, wiping ketchup off her chin, "any updates with your sugar daddy?" I choked on a fry. "He’s not my sugar daddy." "Oh please. The man is literally paying your dad’s hospital bills. That qualifies." I rolled my eyes. "He’s just… helping. Doesn’t mean anything." "Doesn’t it? You blush every time you mention him." "I do not."

Also, maybe he's wiser now and would come to realize what he's missing. The thought of having such a rich and powerful man as my sugar daddy sends a sweet shudder through my body. What happened with my trust fund has taught me a bitter lesson, which is that I need to save for the future. If I have a rich sugar daddy ... or several rich sugar daddies, pumping me up with cash, I will be able to save for the future, when my good looks finally fade. "So both of you aren't going to the ceremony or whatever the hell it is?" I ask my father, making a quick decision.