Why Does He Call You Babygirl Novels & Stories

"I love you, baby." I narrowed my eyes at him. He's so attractive as ever. "I love you so much, Caelum." He pouted suddenly, making me confused. So cute. He really can make my heart flutter this way. Godness. "Why won't you call me baby?" he asked, making me laugh a bit. I looked at his eyes who looked intently on me. "E-eh? Should I call you that?" "Of course! I'm your baby too!" he demanded. I bite down my lower lip and looks at him, trying to down my laughter.

I was just pretending to be calm in my seat even though the truth was my heart was already wanting to come out from my chest because of the extreme nervousness that I am feeling right now because of his closeness to me. "So, baby, can we talk about you now not answering me earlier? Was there a problem? Or are you just hungry?" Can he stop calling me "baby"?! Ugh! I can feel something weird every time he is calling me that and I do not know if I like him calling me that or not! "W-Why are you suddenly calling me "baby"?" I nervously asked him while my eyes are still in front. "Because I want to and I already told you that I like you. Are you not comfortable with me calling you that?" he quick

I am strong girl and I can handle myself. “Honey, you are the one hurting me so if I want I can call the cops on you and let’s see what will then happen to your rich ass.” I said in a sickeningly sweet voice. I could swear his grip tightened for a minute but then he loosened his hold. For a moment he seemed to think the consequences of holding a woman against her will but then his eyes darkened again. “You can try to but my “rich arse” is still going to be here at the end of the day while you sit and cry thinking of why you messed with me, baby.” He said with a smirk. Why are we even calling each other honey or baby?

After that Aura went back into her room, Dollan and Baby also returned to their room. Dollan and Baby were shocked by what Aura said. How can that kid call Baby like that ?? What is wrong ??? "Why does she call me that, sir?" Baby's face looked confused. The man opened his shirt, showing his perfect body. "I don't know either, maybe she .." Dollan walked over to Baby and tugged at the girl's waist, whispering. "have seen me kiss your neck." Hearing Dollan's words, the girl panicked. "It's all your fault, if you don't kiss my neck. She's so young, it's not good to see what you've done to me."

"Are u listening to what u are saying?" "We are friends since birth so there is nothing else between us. We used to sleep when we have some get together or night party... nothing more. Babygirl is a nick name he gave me. There is more to it but i am not ready to tell yet. I am sorry" I spoke truthfully not wanting to lie. His eyes soften when heard me. He pecked my forehead gently. Gone was all the previous anger as if it wasn't there before.

I feel eyes on us here, maybe the guy in 4B who’s always smoking on the balcony. Embarrassment burns hot in my chest. I drop my gaze to his boots black, scuffed, heavy. Military-looking. Figures. “I don’t have it,” I whisper. “Not all at once.” “Then figure it out.” He leans in closer close enough that his breath brushes my ear. “I don’t run a charity, baby girl. And I don’t like being played.” Baby girl. The words land low in my belly, unwanted heat pooling despite everything. I hate it. Hate him for saying it. Hate myself for the way my thighs clench.

I couldn't reach that peak, no matter how much I tried, and it’s not due to my lack of arousal, because I was so soaked that there are probably wet spots on the sheet. “What’s wrong, baby girl? Having trouble?” My fingers paused at that. Baby girl. It was the second time he was calling me that. I think I became wetter, too, but that might be because he straightened and was walking towards me. And it’s downright stalking, with his shoulders squared and his steps slow and measured.

"How is sis" "She is good, right now, she is sleeping" "Alright" "But what is wrong, why are you calling me at this time of the night," he asked "I need you to do something for me" "Hmm, really," he said "I know you can't just call without you needing me for something" he added chuckling "Yeah, I'm sorry, pardon me" "Alright, I gat you, remember you are my baby girl" "Aiiiiissssh, whatever"

I’m terrible at it. Luce told me to tell you that work isn’t going anywhere, that you have the right to take a little rest, and I agree with her! As soon as I see my baby, I will ask for permission so we can go out to eat just the girls! - Did you just call me your baby? You did, I heard you! - Yes, I call him that now because he told me he didn’t like me calling him mister! - What? But according to the rumors, it’s him who asks his girlfriends to call him that!

Luckily, there weren’t many people around to witness that. I walked briskly toward the company entrance. When my phone buzzed, I checked the message. ‘Get ready, we will meet later, my Baby Girl. I will reward you because you made my day.’ I frowned at the message. Reward? Made his day? I annoyed him and yet I’m getting a reward? What kind of logic is that? And seriously, he called me “Baby Girl”? I’m not even a kid! That’s why I teased him with “Daddy”—so he’d think I was calling him old, like someone who could be a father.