Sugar: A Novel Novels & Stories

The Billionaire Sugar Daddy Chapter 82 PAUL Victoria opens the door of his boss’ penthouse. He can smell the alcohol in the air when stepping onto a bag of empty chips. He sighs before moving forward at the wasted man on the bed. Connor is so fucked up that he is only in his boxer. He got even a freaking morning wood—bulging from his Calvin Klein boxer. Paul stares at him even his face is so handsome and his blackening shampoo now fading away. His orange hair is making him a ginger man again.

She sipped on her cocktail and continued with her explanation. "That said, we have millionaires and billionaires as clients here Lorraine. That's why we keep it close. There are no sluts, whores, nor strippers in our list of sugar babies, almost all of them are socialites just like yourself. Most will want to have sex with you. While the older daddies, usually just want the companion of a beautiful young woman by their side. Just because they can. As for boundaries of sex, that's for you and your sugar daddy to talk about, and will remain private amongst you both." My turn on sipping my cheap soda. But she quickly ordered my favorite vodka cherry. "It's on me, just because you took your time

I hugged my aged father, my regretful mother, and my accomplished brother. A breeze blew through. The candy on the headstone lifted into the air. It spun once like a red butterfly and flew off into the distance. Goodbye, Mom. Goodbye, Dad. Goodbye, Liam. I had tasted enough of the bitterness this world had to offer. This time, I was going to taste the sweetness that remained. The wind died down. Sunlight fell across my headstone, warm and gentle. It felt just like that afternoon when I first walked into the kitchen and lit the stove.

"How nice it'd be if you didn’t hate her. I might have the chance to ask her what brand of skin care products she uses." *** After finding out that Myriade’s bag was filled with low-quality candy, Hesper kept trying to find a way to throw all of it away. She knew that the cheap candy would have too much coloring… Myriade seemed to be from a well-off family, so why did she love candy like that? The girl even considered them as precious gifts. Hesper looked at the bottle by her bed. Myriade gave her a lot of them and Hesper guessed that she would be running out soon. She hoped that Myriade would soon give all the candy to her so she could buy better ones for her.

She smiled sadly, almost laughing at her fate. Knock! Knock! Knock! A knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Alif and Jenar turned their heads. "Who?" Alif replied, even though he was not the owner of the house. "It's me!" Then, a man's voice was heard. "You're in there, right?" Jenar and Alif looked at each other. "Who?" asked Alif. "Looks like a rich man?" He peeked through the window blinds. "Right! He's a rich man!" Alif looked at Jenar. "Since when did you have a sugar daddy?"

"I’ll never understand how you don't like sugar, I crave it." I just smiled and went back to the flowers. Of course I loved sugar, who didn't? And whoever said they did were in denial, but sugar was bad and a sweet sin I can't indulge in. I stretched out my feet since I was all alone, then got up and walked to the staff kitchen at the back, and filled up my glass with water. I placed a few ice-cubes in because when the water was cold, I could barely tell it was water. I took the glass back with me as my lunch, and sat back down and just looked at all the flowers. Sometimes I hated my job.

, she says, causing me to stop and think for a moment. “It means to stop it”, I tell her as she laughs harder, so I take a scoop of hers with my spoon! She doesn’t look the least bit bothered, “that tastes like shit so it’s appropriately named”. She was laughing so hard tears were streaming down her face. “I’m glad you find my misfortune amusing”, I stated, and her laughing continued. Eventually, she grows silent as she continues to eat the sugar disaster in front of her before she sits back and yawns. “So is that your sleeping pill of choice? Azúcar“, (sugar). “What’s that?”, she says again, causing me to think about what I said.

“He intends to spirit me away—just the two of us. I spent until the witching hour scouring the most secluded villas. Is it strange that I don't care where we land? I simply need him to be present.” I reached for the jar of sweets I’d scavenged from the market and tossed a handful into my mouth, turning back to my work. My heart wasn't in the brushstrokes; my soul was already leagues away. “What are you consuming?” “Sweets. I stopped at the market last night for cooling cream and honey-filled pastries, and these caught my eye.” “Serena, that’s a five-pound sack of sugar.” “Three,” I corrected, grinning around a mouthful. “The pear-scented ones are the finest.”

The air smelled of sugar and sea salt and something else, something dangerous and intimate. Sarah sat back slightly, her eyes tracing her work. Her lips curved, not in seduction, but in wonder, at her own daring, at the absurdity and beauty of what love could make her do. The woman who once lived by rules was now painting breakfast across a man’s skin like it was art.