Sugar Vs Spice Novels & Stories

An action that left both of them panting afterward. “Baby girl if you do that once again, I won't be responsible for my actions” Chris warned but Sophie just grinned ignoring his threat. She even went as far as sticking out her tongue playfully which earned her a loud smack on her ass. Sophie had thought sugar daddies came with greying hair and big tummies but she had no idea they could be as hot as Chris too. Apart from being his sugar baby, Sophie knew she want more than that, she wants all of him and every package that comes with him but is she going to get it? Or is it going to be just a wish?

Rose wouldn't say anything either, simply asking 'what's wrong' with her sentence. "Finished, Sugar?" Rose's body jerked. The tone was too cold. However, it must be underlined that the word 'sugar' has a different meaning. Rose didn't understand what Theo was thinking. Hot and cold were like two camps that forced her to stay in a warm state, to balance the two different sides that Theo showed. From the moment Rose recognized Theo as a strange person, she should not have been surprised by such a fact. Even if the fingers began to move creepily, brushing the surface of the thin cloth-clad back.

“What do you want? They’ve got a lavender-honey flavor. I’m going to have to try that.” Emma paused, letting the cool air of the shop settle over her. It felt like the perfect moment to indulge in something sweet—something to keep her lighthearted for a little while longer. “Hmm,” she said, tilting her head, “I think I’ll go for the pistachio-chocolate swirl. Something a little nutty, just like me.” She winked at Ava, making her friend laugh. Ava nodded enthusiastically. “That’s the spirit. I’ll get the lavender-honey, but I’ll add a scoop of salted caramel, too. Can’t ever go wrong with that combination.”

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

She was usually busy and didn’t have a lot of time, and since Lane Holdings were rarely involved in the industry and the endorsement deals were made by those lower down the command chain, she had no idea who these celebrities were. She read through the news blindly and noticed a post about her. The title was ‘Hesper Rivera, a sugar baby.’ Hesper was confused about what was happening. *** When Hesper clicked on it, a lot of viewers started reading the same article and the readership rose so quickly that it went straight to the first spot for entertainment news. The post talked about how she left school, went through her divorce, went back to university, and joined the competition. There was n

“Thank you. I’ve seen your work at Riverton. You have a strong eye for emerging voices.” Sophia’s smile widened, but her eyes remained cool and assessing. “I try. Actually, Theo and I have been collaborating on our concurrent show. We noticed some overlap in artist interest. Friendly competition, of course.” She took a sip of champagne and leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. “Between us girls I know what it’s like to fight for space in this industry. People assume we get ahead because we’re young and pretty, or because we have the right… connections.” Her gaze flicked meaningfully toward the corner where Damien was speaking with a collector. “I just want you to know I respect the hustle.

" I looked back to face him. "I have money. More than anyone can imagine. I own a house in Italy, Birmingham, Sweden, New York, California, and in about a few days here. I sold my last one. So I don't want to hear what you have and what makes you rich. I want to know what separates you from half those other rich idiots out there." He was taken back. "You have a bad attitude which probably explains why you're here with that phony. You have nothing special that every other female here doesn't have. So maybe you should be telling me what's so great about you." I walked a few inches towards him so now we were eye to eye. "I am Sugar, that's what's great about me." It was like something clicked i

I said. "What's your obsession with sugar?" he asked me. "I don't like sugar," I argued. "You do, I barely got two spoons of the ice cream before you collected it and finished the while tub before the movie ended," he accused me. "It would have melted," i argued. "But seriously do you have a death wish?" he asked me.

Me: But… she’s… married, Nessa. Nessa: Not if her husband doesn’t get better. She’s obviously a sugar baby, and sugar baby contracts end when the sugar daddy’s health deteriorates — which leaves them with a lot of money. So of course she’s looking for the next man to spend it all on. And what’s better than her high school crush, huh?

“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.”