Novel & Cerita Why Does He Call You Babygirl

“Is this family suddenly a democracy?” “Oh,” I say, pouting and teasing him, “did the poor King think that he was in charge? Get it out of your head, Dominic,” I say, laughing and shoving his shoulder with my fingertips. “Me and Babygirl are in charge now.” “Is that what we’re calling her?” Sinclair asks, his voice soft as his eyes shine, taking in every aspect of my face. “Babygirl Sinclair?” I smile as I gaze back at him, as I feel him connecting with the new baby again, already passing love down the tiny sliver of a bond.

I ask angrily. "Stop pretending; I know your type. It happens all the time. Tell me, how did you seduce him? You better be sending me some commission from his hits because I’m not going to let any man touch my baby for free, and your body is mine and no one else’s, got that? The sad part is that you wouldn’t even let me touch you, but you see a rich man, and you instantly clamour for his touch.” How dare he insinuate I'm a call girl? He hasn’t called me baby or any endearing term in a while, and when he does, he uses such provocative and demeaning terms? He must be on something.

It’s not much, but there is some tingling, which tells me that my legs have falling asleep. A little while after she leaves, I hear the door open again. My tormentor has returned. “Hello Rebel baby. Goddess, you look so beautiful restrained on that X-Cross.” “You’re sick and disgusting.” I spat. Every time he calls me baby, it sounds like some sick pimp. Austin always calls me darling. His pet name for me always sounds sweet and endearing. Cullen calling me baby sounds vile.

"You were really drunk, weren't you?" "Yes, I was." I admitted. "I remember that you kept calling my name" She continued. "What was it again?" "Baby girl," I replied kissing her again. "How can I ever get tired of calling you baby girl, I mean it feels so weird when other people call you baby girl." I confessed. "That's because it's weird, my name sounds too girly for you." She complained. "Anyway, you should get some sleep.'' She added with a soft chuckle.

Camille "Doesn't quite seem like you to keep quiet, baby girl." Baby girl and Valkyrie. I just realized something. He seems to call me baby girl when he thinks I'm weak and Valkyrie when I show some defiance. Both endearments feel like he's mocking me because I don't want to be anything to him. "You don't know me."

she said with a huge grin on her face. " You can call me Savi," I said to her. " No." She refused in one go. " Why?" I asked her feeling a bit disastrous. She looked at my sad face and pinched my cheeks a bit. "I will call you baby girl. You look like a cute baby," she said with an adorable pout. Baby Girl! Was it a compliment or remark on my personality? I was confused. " Hey! Don't think that I am calling you baby girl as a remark. I mean it, You looked like an adorable newborn," she said with a genuine smile on her face.

He smirked mischievously and boy did that smirk take me to the edge. "Of course n-not. I never miss you. And don't call me that. I'm not your babygirl." I narrowed my eyes and hardened my face but on the other hand, I felt my core ache. "Then tell me whose babygirl you are? Hmm?" He smirked again and started rubbing my already hardened left nipple with one hand, while his other hand squeezed my ass cheek. "I'm only me. I'm nobody's babygirl." I gasped and tried not to moan.

He only speaks to me when it is necessary, in monosyllables, and will not stay in my company for long. He chose a guest room on the ground floor that is as far away from mine as physically possible while still living in the same house. But it is different this time. I did not kiss him. I did not do anything, actually. He’s the one who touched me, set me on damn fire, told me I am truly fucked and called me baby girl. He called me baby girl. No matter how active my imagination is, it couldn’t, even in its wildest form, have made that up.

Cecilia, stop calling him Baby," he ordered. "Fine, I won't..." "And no other 'Baby' either. "You're the only one. "...And what about that 'Baby'? The good-looking one you met online? The one you're always chatting and meeting up with?" His breath came heavy, laced with a threat of retribution. Tears sprang to my eyes. "Edmund, I despise you... "Why can't I call a girl 'Baby'..." … He spent the whole night trying to calm me, but I was far from soothed.

I huffed and turned around before continuing my long journey to god knows where. "Babe just get into the car." He said walking infront of me causing me to stop. "If I go will you leave me alone?" I asked. "No because your my baby girl and I won't leave you alone until you know that." He said swinging his arms around my shoulder. But immediately pushed it off. "Don't fucking call me that because I'm not your baby girl, not anymore atleast." I said walking towards the car.