Sugar Rush Regular Show Novels & Stories

It's either me and my interview questions or us sitting quietly and awkwardly with a bowl of dessert between us. I didn't even want to eat that thing (I work with mango cheese cake, mango milkshake, mango everything-dessert so imagine my lack of interest) but it's so boring and awkward not to do anything I kept on shoving the mango ice shaved into my mouth. My teeth froze a couple times but I kept putting the ice in. I've gotta say I couldn't wait to get out of there.

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.”

“No. Because whether Vane is using me or loving me, whether his obsession is genuine or strategic I’ve already made my choice. And that choice is him.” Marcus’s expression didn’t change. “Then you’re going to die.” “Probably.” She turned and walked back toward the entrance. She was halfway across the warehouse when the gunshot came. Not aimed at her, aimed at the window behind her, letting in a flood of light, disorienting her, giving him the advantage. She ran. This was the moment where the sugar baby should have been helpless. But the sugar baby was a construction, and underneath the construction was a woman who’d spent her entire life learning how to run.

It's not like Honey's gonna check what's under the robe so, meh. An Indonesian drama I'm currently watching is put on the kitchen display as I enjoy myself cooking my breakfast; French toast, halal bacon and sausages, eggs in four ways, and pancakes. Lastly, a rich avocado milkshake that is famous in Indonesia, which is definitely my favorite drink ever. "I didn't know-" my breath hitches at the sound of his deep voice once I turn off the blender for my milkshake, "-we're having a party?" I slowly turn to my back as I curse myself. Whatthefuck whatthefuck whattheffffffffuckkkk-

*) Early the next morning, after showering and getting ready, Hosun rushed downstairs to have breakfast with Yoonjin. Immediately he walked into the dining room, Yoonjin smiled a little. Hosun smiled and went to sit close to the CEO. "Good morning, Sugar." Hosun greeted and leaned over to kiss his sugar daddy's cheek. "Good morning, sunshine. How did you sleep?" "Well. And you?" "Same. Are you ready for today?" Yoonjin asked, holding the younger's hand and bringing it up to his lips to kiss its top. "Yes. It's my first day going to work with my sugar daddy so yes, I'm ready." Hosun chuckled and Yoonjin flashed his gummy smile.

Special Chapter: Sneak Peak into Norma Johnson's Head two posts in a day?? yes, because tomorrow is Lunar Year Celebration and I'm feeling generous ㅋㅋㅋ ＊ Your sugar. Yes, please Won't you come and put it down on me I'm right here, 'cause I need Little love and little sympathy Yeah you show me good loving Make it alright Need a little sweetness in my life — Maroon 5, Sugar Special Chapter pt.1 "Sneak Peek into Norma Johnson's Head"

Ace and Jazlyn now stared back even more sharply after their previous concurrent words. "If you don't eat it, you'll have a stomachache," said Gustavo again. Ace and Jazlyn are now starting to feed their porridge after hearing Gustavo's words just now. "Why are they so together now?" muttered the man softly. Gustavo has now turned on the tv to break the ice even more. The man really couldn't stand the cold atmosphere he was feeling at this moment. Now the program on TV is showing news about the suicide case and Ace immediately looks at the news anchor who is bringing the news. Ace's gray eyes are now perfectly rounded after seeing the name that appears on the tv screen.

she chuckled. Yes, it is correct. Her smile was never visible to me. Is it possible that she is having a problem? It's no longer my business to mind so I shrugged. When we arrived at the cafeteria, we immediately placed our bags on a vacant table and proceeded to the counter to order food. I just ordered fried chicken, salad, and a mango shake. "Oh crap! They are here." My gaze was drawn to Sancha, who was squealing quietly at my side. "Who?" "The Millennium Dreams!"

Trent I pushed open the door to the breakroom and found Richie staring into the refrigerator. “Anything good in there, or should I go to the restaurant?” I asked him. He stood up and closed the door. “I don’t know. What are you looking for?” “Sugar.” He chuckled, opened the door, pulled out a can of soda, and handed it to me. “Then you’re set.” I opened the can and took a long drink. “What are you looking for?”