Novel & Cerita Why Does He Call You Babygirl

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.

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.