Novel & Cerita Sweet Sugar Candyman

He held a guitar, strumming and singing. This did not look like a drunk man at all. My heart suddenly raced. Was he about to propose? Oh my God! I forgot to put on makeup. I had not even washed my hair! I wanted to run away on the spot, but then I heard Jackson sing, "Oh, baby... Thank you for being like a ray of light, brightening my darkest days… "In this vast sea of people, you're the only one I can't forget... Drunk on the street, you were my most beautiful encounter…"

“Well, if that is what you wish I think it’s time to make your wish come true. But first of all, what’s your name?” “My name? Ammm, let’s say that my name is Candy.” “Candy?” The man laughed. “Candy can’t be your name.” She laughed, making the man’s desire grow. “What? Don’t you believe?” “You’re really funny… and gorgeous.” The man tried to come closer to her and kiss her neck. She moved away a little, playing with her straw and denying with her finger. “Not so fast, handsome.” “Tell me what to do to make you happy in order to make me happy.” He demanded remarking the last pronoun.

I gave her my deadly smile, making her blush, and quickly gave Megan a glass of champagne. Ah...works every time. "So, now that she's gone I want my kisses baby. I need to keep my mind of off my dick." "So...girlfriend huh?" She asked the inevitable. "Uh yeah..why? Look, I was going to talk to you, I'm quitting my contract for the sugar thing. I'm good with money, we're done with Dimitri. I don't need that much. But I still want you, Shit...baby please just think about it. I don't feel comfortable with all that money. I just came to you, cause I really missed you. And I thought we're doing the love thing?"

She'd somehow landed herself a taste of the wealthy life. I had to admit, this sugar daddy’s taste was, to put it mildly, quite peculiar. "No, not at all. Ms. Lawrence looks like a kind, family-oriented woman." I practically bit down on the words "kind" and "family-oriented". Mom coughed guiltily and hurriedly held a peeled grape up to Kyle's mouth. "Kyle, sit down and rest. Leave tutoring the child to Mr. Wilder." Kyle casually took hold of her hand. Though he was smiling, there was an unmistakable sense of control in his voice.

It is a small space with shelf-covered walls. There are glass bowls on the shelves, each one of them containing different colors of sweets. Lemon-shaped yellow candies, caramel-flavored sticks, colorful lollipops, red and white sugar canes...Candace enjoys the view and looks at them with enthusiasm. This is a delightful opportunity to act like a little girl who needs her daddy to take care of her. "Ah, sir! They look incredible." She bites her bottom lip and turns around to face the man who watches her intensely. "May I try one of them?"

James smiled closer and cuddled her affectionately. "This is yours, Candy!".

"We don't need to listen to what people say. You're mine. That's all I care about." "But you know that I-" "Forget it, Sugar. Everyone has a past. Now we go home."

I respond, avoiding eye contact, keeping my guard high. He chuckles, misinterpreting my aloofness as an invitation. “I’m Adrian,” he introduces himself, extending a hand. I finally turn to him, taking in his features—an attractive man with a clean-cut appearance, exuding confidence. Harmless. That’s the catch. He chatters on, detailing his career, recounting his globetrotting adventures, laying out the threads he believes make him interesting. I barely listen, allowing him to buy me another drink, a small indulgence that costs me nothing in the grand scheme of things.

That was probably the most melodious sound a woman could make. My name was Michael Jones, and I had tied the knot not long ago. Once, my wife's sister, Annie Larsson, came to Geordan during her summer break and temporarily stayed at our place. In the height of summer, she wore a thin camisole and tiny shorts every day, not even bothering with a bra. When she walked and sat, her breasts always looked perky. Her thin waist was enticing to look at, and her round, soft butt was always arched in a seductive curve. No man could keep his thoughts straight, especially not someone like me, who was both bold and dirty-minded.

The man with smooth hair opened the door and stepped into the room, followed by Steve and Jasmine, who walked behind him. A man with short grey hair and tattoos on both surfaces of his hands was busy reading the files piled up on his desk. The man named Sweet Blossom aka SB, looks busy signing the files on his desk. The look in his eyes seemed disinterested in the presence of the sleek-haired man in his room. "If there’s nothing you wanted to say, you better leave." SB glanced briefly at the man with smooth hair, then turned his gaze back to the pile of files on his desk.