Rebecca Sugar Concrete Novels & Stories

"Jasmine is a smart girl who once won a national math quiz competition." As she fiddled with the jewellery box she had just taken from the little red bag, Sarah remained silent and listened. "I'm sure Mr. Julian will not carelessly send his two children to school," said Jenar confidently. "You could say he's one of the richest people in Jakarta. So to enter into that family…." Jenar stopped talking. She smiled wryly and stifled a laugh to herself again. "So?" It was Sarah who reminded her to speak again. Jenar returned to her carrying a plate of rice and a glass of water.

She checked the time again, she has just five minutes. “ My lecture will start in five minutes. Bye, Kay. Thanks for the food” She walked away from her roommate heading towards the lecture theatre when her phone beeped. She unlocked it to find a new message from Chris. 11:56 am Sugar Daddy Sorry, I was in a meeting. How have you been? She smiled at the message and typed a reply instantly. 11:57 am Sugar baby It's Okay. I'm fine what about you? She waited when she saw that he was already typing a new message.

Rebecca smiled and walked out. She walked out of the building to her car. She drove away from her faculty as soon as she got into the car. She drove for minutes before arriving at the Student's Union Government (SUG) Villa. It was an oval shaped two storey building painted white with huge conference hall at the first floor. The doors and windows of the building were all transparent glasses. She walked majestically until she was on the second floor. She walked gently and confidently into the conference room holding her hand bag. The conference room was oval in shape with air conditioners installed at the walls of the office. There was very bright and dazzling tiles on the floor that reflects

Rebecca stands at the top of the stairs, just inches from where I halted with one of her sweetest smiles plastered to her pretty face. “I have something for you,” she says in that sickly sweet tone that drives me insane. The thing about Rebecca, besides her being the Beta's daughter and Ace’s girlfriend, is that her sweetness is saccharine. It’s fake and too sweet then leaves you with a bitterness on your tongue and in your soul. It’s like she is trying too hard to win Miss Congeniality in a beauty contest.

A Day Before; JACOB POV A smile curves my lip when I finally see Becca's company name on the goggle. I've been trying to get it for a long time now but it was hard finding direct information. But here I was with the company address and everything there was to know. There was also a list of the company's designers and their work fixed in the same block. My hands dip into the bowl of chips by my side before taking a bite. Michelle walks past me, a twitch on her lips in irritation She's been at my place for two days now with her sons just for a little stay over. I glare at her.

I'm more excited about my role that I wanna jump straight to it but okay, let's hear what is it she wanna tell me about this agency. "We have a website, called Cupcake. It's where men and women register themselves to be a sugar baby." Errrr what? Did I just hear the word ‘sugar-baby’? "We have a wide range of client list so based on their preferences, we'll match them with a sugar baby accordingly." So you guys are like T!nder? But instead of us finding a match on our own, you'll do it for us? Like match makers? But for sugar babies?

She cried asking no one in particular. Two years into the business of being a sugar baby and all she got were low income earners who needed an extra juice for themselves and the only breakthrough she had experienced so far was being a sugar baby to a man in his late seventies, he was old and his appearance was irritating enough to make any girl throw up, but the money she got from him was paying most of her bills.

She left right after that encounter. She's weird and she didn't even mind knowing me or my name at all. I'll surely remember her face if I will see her again. I am already looking forward for it. -- Rebecca's POV The house is a two-story studio type. It is situated in front of the many trees. I can say, we're a bit nearing the forest already. Our house is five minutes away from the main road which is a bit quiet. It's creepier since I am all alone in our house. It has two rooms on the upper part and there is a single room on the lower ground, near the kitchen. We have a simple sofa with fewer appliances. I've never felt so empty now that I can't feel any presence moving to and pro in the kit

Chelsea wiped away the tears streaming down her cheeks before getting back on her old scooter. She aimlessly wandered around, weighing whether or not to follow Indri's suggestion. She couldn't imagine living without a job. Her tuition fees needed to be paid, and she had to cover daily expenses and her father's medication. How could she manage all that? Earning money without a job was nearly impossible for her, and finding work wasn't an easy task either. Taking a moment to rest, Chelsea sat in a park. She contacted Olive to ask for guidance on becoming a sugar baby. Olive happily guided her and provided instructions. True to Indri's words, being a sugar baby wasn't just about physical intima

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.