Sugar: A Novel Novels & Stories

But I never wanted a thing from him. I don't want him to buy me jewelry. I don't want him to take me on expensive dates. I don't want money from him, I just want to be with him. So why am I labeled as a 'sugar baby' then? Lucy says others are just jealous. I'm dating a hot and rich man, which is a reason for them to be jealous. I'm not using public transport but a goddamned Mercedes to go to school. Maybe she is right and they are just jealous, but that only reflects on me. I'm the one who wants to be invisible every time I walk down the school halls or when we have a lunch break.

In the end, he still didn't speak, turning and leaving downstairs. Sarah couldn't hold on any longer; she collapsed with a thud. She was experiencing low blood sugar. She had been eating very little lately to lose weight, and she had been staying up late to meet her deadlines. There was honey water on the table; all she had to do was crawl over to it. She took a deep breath, and in the next moment, she was forcefully grabbed, flipped over, and confronted with a slightly juvenile voice asking impatiently, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you dead?"

Candy and Sugar stepped in right behind me, already smiling like predators. Candy was pure p**n-star perfection with platinum blonde, fake DD tits barely contained in a tiny silver bikini top, tiny waist, and an ass so round and firm it made my mouth water. Sugar was the perfect contrast with caramel skin, long dark hair, natural heavy tits, and a fat, juicy ass that jiggled with every step. Both of them were barely dressed, bodies glistening with oil and glitter. “You’ve been staring at us all night, Drew,” Candy purred, pushing me back onto the couch with both hands on my chest. “Time to stop looking and start feeling.”

“Go back inside.” “Rude,” Sugar said cheerfully, sipping her soda. “I was just coming to see if you two wanted midnight snacks. But clearly, you’re busy smoldering.” She did exaggerated air quotes with her free hand. I clutched the robe tighter around myself, cheeks flaming, lips still tingling like they knew what almost happened. “We were not smoldering!” “Sweetheart, if that wasn’t smoldering, I don’t know what is.” Sugar grinned wickedly. “You could fry an egg with the tension out here.”

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. It wasn't enough even though he was filthy rich, he led her on with the promise that once he gave up in his battle of survival he would give her the greatest part of his wealth. That alone was enough to keep her by his side. It was vicious waiting for one to pass on to inherit some wealth but that was her only hope of a

"Sure you're not a gold digger but you used affection to make me buy those things. You're a sugar baby." "I am NOT a sugar baby." She glares at me while saying the words one by one. "Take them back to the closet, or wherever they were before. I'm keeping you as my sugar baby. So you can keep your stuff.” She marches towards me then stops right before her chest hits mine, "First you called me a gold digger, now a sugar baby?" "Yes. I don't want to see any of these by tomorrow morning. Put them back, Eve." "I don't want to."

After all is said and done, there would be no way that she wouldn’t go back with me. I let out a deep breath as I walked over to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. I saw a can of coca cola and grabbed it. For some reason, most of the drinks here tasted a little more different compared to the ones back home. Is it because there’s a hundred times more sugar? I don’t know, but a sugar rush sounded nice right now. I need a surge of energy. “This is weird…” I mumbled to myself as I looked around Keira’s living room.

Little Miss Spitfire bursts through the door again, her face pulled up in a tight grim. I am sure she is trying so hard to not scream at me. She bounces forward, stretching the cup in the air. I grab it and take a sip. “Good one.” I say, and continue typing. The coffee tastes great; the right amount of sugar fits in. Coffee is dark and bitter, but with enough sugar, it covers the bitterness so all that remains is just the sweet savour on your tongue. “Sugar is healthy.” Her voice chirps in my head, her smile flashing through my memory.

I like pure because that's where I enjoy milk. Now I looked for the sugar and there were three containers there that looked the same. First I took the one closest to me and smelled it but I couldn't smell anything, but its texture was different because it wasn't refined like sugar. It's like Betsin. So I put it back and covered it. I followed the second one and smelled it. I can't quite predict the smell. It's refined so I tasted it first and winced because it was salty. It's salt. I followed the third one and smelled him. I immediately inhaled the sweet smell that was familiar to me. I smiled. It's just too much sugar to make it harder to search. And I'm sure about the smell because I memor

"Thank you. I am Sugar, what's your name?" Sugar asked in her childish voice. Suddenly Avi saw that a woman is running toward them and calling, "Young Miss." From her looks, it's like she is calling that little girl. From Sugar's clothes and toy car Avi can tell that she is from a rich family and the woman who is running over must be the one who looking after her. Sugar didn't respond to that woman and her again, "What's your name?" Avi was almost about to say, but then he thought something and paused...