Novel & Cerita Rebecca Sugar Ed Edd N Eddy

She didn't like to stay alone in the apartment when she was in her teens, she would tail me around in the office every day when she was done with school. Until one day she shyly mentioned to me that she wanted to be a sugar baby. And that she was still a virgin. I was livid, we argued back and forth for months until I finally gave up. Now she was one of our top-ranked sugar babies. And obviously, Mr. Davis would only want the best. They looked like a happy couple, she was very beautiful and he looked very handsome. His hold on her was possessive. He would some time gave her kisses on her forehead, her cheek, her naked shoulder and they would hold hands, then she would reciprocate by kissing

I see Becca's name pop up so many times and I smile because she's like the company's jewel designer. Reid Beckham! That's got to be him. I frown when I click on his name. The guy's a fashion designer, his feed read, he graduated from Harvard.... blah blah blah! I don't fucking care about all those shit. My hands shake when I see a picture of him. What the hell?! His hair is dark and shiny, has a dangerous face because he looks decent. In summary, he's handsome and young, maybe even younger than Becca and that made my fist clench. Damn it, Becca! Just a friend?

"Since when did you have a sugar daddy?" Jenar walked up to him. "Do not be stupid!" He hits Alif's head. Alif groaned. "I told you to stop watching adult movies. It affects your stupid imagination!" Jenar protest Alif laughed. Meanwhile, Jenar opened the door to welcome her guests. "Mr. Julian?" Next ...

"Okay, weird homoerotic tension happening here. Can you two not? Besides, maybe Rae and Isaac are just getting close as friends." My head snaps toward him, and something ugly and possessive rears up in my chest. Isaac just laughs, the sound grating against my nerves. "Relax, Gray. She's not my type." I'm about to say something that will probably end with someone bleeding when the rink door creaks open. Edward's secretary—Rebecca—walks in like she owns the damn place, her stilettos clicking against the rubber matting at the edge of the ice.