Why Does He Call You Babygirl Novels & Stories

The girls look at him before saying, “Baby, your too ki-” “He isn’t your baby, bitch so don’t call him that.”, I say, snapping.

“Come on! I’m heartbroken, I need details to live vicariously. Is he a daddy type? Because the way you blush every time you talk about him… yeah, he’s definitely Daddy.” I peeked through my fingers, still smiling. “He… calls me babygirl sometimes. And yeah. He’s very much a daddy.” Zara squealed, smacking my arm. “I knew it! You’re such a daddy’s girl now. Look at you—blushing like a virgin. He must be rearranging your guts on the daily.” I laughed, shoving her shoulder. “Shut up. It’s… intense. In the best way.” She leaned back, grinning. “Good. You deserve it. Now tell me the tea—what’s the drama with his ex? You mentioned something last time about her being a nightmare.”

I yelled while I called on one of the maids to prepare it. When I came back, I quickly spanked him. “Ouch!” He screamed, crossing his arms. “Why did you do that?” He asked, frowning at me. I laughed out loud, “so, you also feel bad sometimes.” “What's the meaning of that?” He sneered. “So, you think I won't give you what you want?” I replied, running away from me. “Why will you call me babygirl?” I asked, squeezing my face. He laughed profusely, “See this little girl of yesterday.” He smirked again.

No longer only when she put up a fight or was a hard head—which was almost all the time. "You sick bastard." He groaned. "I love it when you call me that, but don't." He wasn't joking. He was dead ass serious. "Tell me, baby girl, do you've anything under that dress?" The thought of her going commando almost made him cum in his pants. He needed to get a lay, he decided. "You want to answer me, baby girl. Baby boy is resting in my belt." She knew who or rather what baby boy was. He'd called his pistol that the other day when he aimed for her head.

' 'For the last time, stop calling me baby girl. He shrugged again, furrowed his brows in concentration. 'Or should I just call you baby doll?' He asked, pretending to think for a while. I shook my head, trying to keep myself from laughing. 'Hmm hmm. Baby goat ni. You've not seen your baby girl oo. Just keep searching.' 'I really think I found her already.' Dourh 'So why are you so angry?' This boy won't even allow this to pass? I opened my mouth to tell him nothing just as my phone vibrated in my bag. I took it out and it was the driver. That means he around. I glanced up and look at the garage. The car was there.

he said softly, finally biting the bullet and picking me up. There it was again. Baby girl. "You said baby girl while you were jacking off, Harmon. Not baby. Not Mace. Baby girl. You don't call her that. You don't call anyone that. Do you, daddy? Not until now," I said, calling him out as he carried me through the halls of his apartment. "Next time fucking knock, baby girl," he said, grinning at me and shaking his head as I snuggled up to him.

she challenged him. He pursed his lips with a bemused look on his face, "Now we're talking ... I admire a girl who can negotiate," he extended his hand, "Let's shake on it, baby." The way he said it made her cringe, "Why do you keep calling me baby?" He laughed, "To be honest ..." he winced, "I forgot your name." God, this guy is such a jerk, she thought. "It's Hazel Williams," she said rather loudly.

Her hand slipped between her legs, and her fingers seductively played with herself. "Fuck you, Kamilla... don't use that tone on me. Don't Call Me Baby" he growled at her, then shifted his fierce inebriated eyes to watch her fingers stroke her pink folds. "Fuck me, my Baby Samuel. I need you deep inside me, please, Baby," she teases him further, knowing that it will ruin all of his reserves. "Don't Call Me Baby, Kamilla, it's dangerous at times like this" he muttered through gritted teeth.

I said quickly, looking away. “Do you want to rest a bit?” he asked. His voice was gentle, and the way he looked at me gave me butterflies. Now I see why all those girls can’t get enough of him,I think I’m now one of the fan girls. He guided me toward the bar and pulled out a stool for me. “Let’s sit. You look tired, and I don’t want my baby getting exhausted.” I frowned a little. “Why do you keep calling me your baby? How am I your baby? Last I checked, you’re Byrain Divas. Do you call every girl that?”

Their faces were inches apart; he took the chance to kiss her nose. “Tell me babygirl.” He said as if he talked to a baby. “When I give birth to our baby, will you still call me babygirl?” He started laughing hysterically, so she hit his chest. “Ouch, it hurts.” He pretended to feel pain. “Answer.” She insisted. “I’ll call you my fat girl.” She frowned as he pecked her pouty lips. “You will always be my babygirl. I will have to take care of two babies.” She smiled and hugged him. “Wait…did you just woke me up to tell me this?” His eyes popped out. “Yes.” She giggled.