Sugar Rush Regular Show Novels & Stories

Theo's bare chest made her focus wrong. [You know my habits, Sugar.] The baritone voice from the other side half chuckled. Wonder. Rose raised one eyebrow feeling that there was nothing funny. "I don't think so. It's seven o'clock at night, and you don't sleep at this hour." [It's okay, Sugar.] Theo's eyes looked seductive. [I miss you. I want a hug and a kiss,] he said followed by a mischievous grin. "Then go home ...."

Tonight, he was sure that he was going to be busy. He got into the car and drove until they got to the ice cream parlor that Sander loved. He watched his brother look up from the screen of his iPad and he put a big smile on his face. “Zach, it’s Ice House.” He said as if he didn’t know that. Nodding, he said. “Yeah, let’s get go get some.” He grabbed the door handle, and with grins on their faces, they exited the car. About an hour later, after the brain freezing experience they had with the ice cream, Zach drove them home and went to his room. He had so much to do after his shower because he had the order to tend to, but Chloe kept popping into his mind.

Twenty minutes later, the bar pulsates with a different energy. Laughter slices through the bass, the smell of sweet perfume and warm bodies mixes in the air with voices I trust—friends, confidantes—women who have walked alongside me through both chaos and calm. They slip into the booth beside me, heels kicked off with abandon, jackets draped carelessly, their eyes bright with curiosity and support. “Aurelia Voss asking for a girls’ night?” Maya teases, raising a brow, mischief dancing in her gaze. “Who died?” “Men,” I reply dryly, letting the bitterness linger on my tongue. “All of them, if I’m lucky.”

“You look like you are about to faint.” This time, even Greg’s ears turned crimson, making me smile somehow. “You prepared more than enough.” To show my appreciation, I took a piece of bread and ate it in front of him, smiling wider at the familiar taste of home. “This is good. Thank you, Greg.” After he left, Nana led me to the swing and sat next to me. “We will never stop praying that the Moon Goddess heals the King, princess. I don’t want you entangled with General Kingston for a long time.”

She tried to catch it but ended up missing it. I ended up laughing alongside. It was really fun. I could not remember the last time in my life that I had fun like that. I relaxed back, laughing aloud as my heartbeat which had suddenly risen when Melinda was pretending to call the corps, began to drop. "You almost killed me, Melinda! Why on earth will you play that kind of joke on me? You could have killed me, you know!"

“ Guess , I can’t come . There’s a problem with some datas . “ said Andre discouraged . Before Antonio and mr Donovan could say anything , Damian patted his shoulder . “ Next time , don’t worry ! “ said Damian with a smile . “ Really ? There will be a next time ? “ asked Andre excited . “ Sure ! “ said Damian . “ Great ! Now I can go to work without regrets . See ya laters guys ! “ said Andre and left to do his job . Antonio was left speechless by his mood swings then turned his head towards Damian who was smirking in a devilish way . “ Sir Damian , aren’t you actually very busy ? When I was your assistant , your schedule was always full . “ said Antonio with a forced smile . “ Well , no mat

They were at it until 4 anyway, so that should be another good sign right? But again, Toffer does it with every girl he brings home. Sometimes they don't even stop till morning if it's Friday or Saturday night. "I'm Nina, his roommate." I tell her when she seems a little awkward, perhaps wondering who this petite lady in her date's kitchen early in the morning. "Oh. I'm Cassie." She smiles again, this time looking a lot more comfortable and relaxed. "Sugar and cream is on your right. Do you want some toast?" I ask her while slapping peanut butter on my own.

I watch N*****x when I munch those junk food, and I freaking love this one reality show, about real estate agents in LA showing luxury houses that's beyond my imagination. Until there's one episode in the second season when this agent called Sydney, a very stylish petite blondie, showed a house to her first customer in New York since she's considering to open an agency here. I saw Augustine for the first time after three years. I mean, I saw 'moving' Augustine since I did saw him on the magazine covers. My kids weren't in the show perhaps he's protecting their privacy but my heart skipped hearing his voice for the first time after so long.

I bring home 20k monthly, excluding the handsome yearly bonus. I really don't need to be a sugar baby. Heck, I can even afford a gigolo of my own. But like I said, I'm an idiot. I like looking for troubles. I loveee digging my own grave. Hence my stupidity to continue being an idiot by continuing my journey from registration at the sugarbaby website a month ago up to the meeting with their representative just now. "I don’t have anything tomorrow so I can stay till noon. You don't have to rush. Maybe I'll bring the boys to the pool, if I get paid extra," she winks with dollar signs dangling on her head.

“Flat white, extra shot the way you like it, according to the barista across the street.” I didn’t take the cup. “What do you want, Theo?” He set both coffees down on a crate and leaned against the wall, studying me with those sharp, calculating eyes. “Straight to business. I like that about you, Kira. Most people waste time with pleasantries.” He crossed his arms. “My show at Riverton opens the same week as yours. We’re fighting for some of the same artists and the same collectors. But I’m not here to sabotage you not yet, anyway.”