[ This arrangement is between A.G and L.L.S for the duration of three months from March 15th to June 15th.
1. A.G will be at the location mentioned in Appendix 1 from 7pm Friday to 7pm Sunday, excluding the first week of each month.2. USD 5000 will be deposited into A.G bank account 3xxx87xx6 every 10th of the month.3. This arrangement can be terminated at any time by a formal request to Cupcake and the other party, resulting in termination in the following month.4. If item 3 occurs, money of the said month will not be refunded.5. L.L.S will provide a vehicle; Mercedes Benz A-class with plat number LS3, on the duration of this contract. A.G shall return the vehicle before or on June 15th.6. Should L.L.S perform the limits stated in Appendix 2, the arrangement will be cancelled with immediate effect. Compensation of USD 500,000 will be given to A.G, provided evidence and reports as per Appendix 3.7. Both parties to sign an NDA for this arrangement to commence.8. Should both parties decide to continue this arrangement, this contract is valid for another 3 months (said date is September 15th).9. Gifts as listed in Appendix 4 can be kept by A.G after the duration of this arrangement.10. Travelling outside of the country is prohibited as per Cupcake guidelines in Appendix 5. It is advised for both parties to stay in the country due to validity of this arrangement can be provoked by the Law of the country visited hence this contract can be deemed void. ]My head spins reading the page I'm holding. The words are simpler compared to the ones I dealt with at work, without the need of any technical knowledge, but somehow, I feel more overwhelmed and nervous."Is there anything you need me to explain, Miss Grey?" Veronica, or whatever her name is, enquires as I sip my water."Is this a standard procedure between all the couples you've worked with?" I ask, finding this kind of arrangement is fascinating indeed. They actually have Legal department in Cupcake to review this contract."It's different for each client. We try to cater according to their preferences. Some prefer weekends only, the others prefer full time stay-in, there's also on-call basis. Well, there's a lot actually." She smiles, perhaps trying to reassure me this is normal."Is it safe to be with him? This is not the first time he opts for this service, right?" I'd be mad not to ask this question."Oh. Don't worry, Miss Grey. Mr Sinclair is one of our best clients. He has excellent record."Does that mean he got a lot of girls, or should I say 'sugar babies', from Cupcake before? One does not score 'excellent' from just two or three testimonials."Can I review this at home?" I think I need a second opinion, namely my niece. The real Miss Grey herself."I'm sorry but I can only give you a copy of this contract once you sign it. It's confidential for us to take it even outside of this office."I groan realising I have to read this 30-something page contract at one sitting. I only met the guy yesterday afternoon and here I am, parking myself at Cupcake office at 11am the next day. This is not how I plan my Sunday to be.***I guess this is serious.My eyes are still staring at Abby's bank account as I gulp for the third time upon seeing the number stated on her laptop screen; there are five digits instead of the anticipated five thousand bucks. Is he for real?"You're crazy!" Abby wipes her tears, still rolling on the floor, laughing."You're sooo dead, Fee! He's gonna tie you up and do you from Friday to Sunday, and ask you not to tell Veronica about it. That's why he gave you ten fucking thousand! Ohhh you're dead. You're sooo dead! RIP Sophie-jayjay!""Oh shut up, Abigail!" I hiss at her, needing peace and focus to think about this crisis.Crisis? Is this a crisis? When you receive more money than you should from your sugar daddy when you haven't even started? For the fact I joined this website just to sit and talk with rich, intelligent men, how the heck did I go so far ahead that I put my signature on the contract?Chestnut-brown hair, hazel eyes, the height of more than six feet with bulging muscles and sharp features. Hah, that's how! The promise of six inches down below... I gulp for the fourth time.Abby drooled at my description of LLS last Saturday during our first meeting, she was totally excited when I got home on Sunday with a copy of my contract but now, now she's scaring me off with her wild imagination of what's going to happen with me and my Sophie-jayjay."We can't even go0gle who this guy is to know if he's legit. Who knows he actually owns Cupcake and pretends he's an LLS. Maybe he's a Mafia! Seriously Fee, how on earth can the goverment allow this kind of company to operate legally. He's gotta be some kind of Mafia." Abby sits next to me, her laugh has faded."That's 365 dni." I roll my eyes at her but secretly agree with that speculation. Is he? Is he in Mafia? A billionaire Mafia? Like in the books I've read? Like in 365 dni movie?'Are you lost baby girl?'Oh God. Baby girl feels like she's about to faint."Are you sure you're gonna see him this weekend?" She asks, clicking the mouse to transfer all ten thousand into my bank account.Veronica emailed me two days ago that all legal documents have been cleared thus my first payment will be deposited on the 14th.Abby and I had dinner together and decided to watch a midnight movie despite tomorrow being Friday- a work day. We thought the money would be deposited sometime tomorrow during business hour but damn, is he punctual or what because at 12.01am Abby received a notification that ten thousand USD was deposited into her bank account.Yes, her bank account, since Abigail Grey is the sugar baby in this arrangement, not Sophie the-girl-who's-pretending-to-be-Abigail-Grey. It'd be a no brainer to give Cupcake her bank account instead of mine. We could be caught. I, could be caught."I don't think you should go, Fee.""I have to. I signed the contract.""Technically, it's me who signed it. And it's not my signature. So the contract is invalid, right? You don't have to go if you don't want to. We can just return this money.""You read the contract. It specifically said we can only terminate the contract if we submit a proper request to Cupcake and him.""And here I am, thinking you are the smart one," she sighs, "Like I said Senora Sum-mah, the contract is invalid. Because that's not Abigail Grey's signature. That's Sophie Summer's. So we don't need to submit anything. We can just ignore it and continue with our life as if none of this happened."It's 6.20pm. I make sure I'm early today. I went home at 1pm sharp, showered (by showered I mean scrubbed every inch of my body, slapped a rich body butter, shampooed and deep-conditioned my hair, shaved at all the places that needed to be shaved), got dressed into the outfit I planned with Abby last night, did my hair, put on make up, perfected my hairdo since the first time felt imperfect (or I was just too nervous I had to pick on something), and finally, drove here with the infamous Honda Civic. Standing at the visitor parking bay of the location mentioned in Appendix 1, I am still deciding if I should go up or drive home. If I should be a sugar baby, or just forget about selling my body but go on the conventional route instead; meet a guy, go on a date, be his girlfriend, then his fiancee, bring him to see my parents, marry him, and only then bed him. I mean sex him. See how rusty I am in this game? You can't blame me, it's been four years since I'm in a relationship with a m
"But I didn't bring my sports attire." Those words just glided through my lips before I managed to stop myself. Have I told you about the clown attribute to my personality? Especially when I'm nervous and try to get away with it, I would crackle jokes that most would find them barely humorous. But that never stopped me, and here I am, with my dry joke. He must have not known what to take of that super dry joke that he looks at me with the same blank stare he had earlier. Nothing changes, that makes me wonder if he's being dismissive again or he actually didn't get the joke. The significant pause overwhelms me too much that I surrender, "Heh. That... well. It was meant to be... urm. A joke." There's barely any reaction from him which makes me desperate for one hence I push myself into elaboration, "You know, just now when you said you have a few things to run with me so... erm." Nothing. He's still staring at me. " 'Run' with me," I laugh nervously, " 'Runnnn' with me. Run, an act
I'm not sure what time did he return home because I didn't hear any sound that hinted he was back.Instead of worrying about it, I spent the early part of the night with my sons, Cruz and Liam; they video-called me to show me what Dean and Chloe got them for their birthday. Their birthday is actually three months apart; Cruz's is on 11th of March, Liam's is on June 29th, but it's so much easier to get two presents instead of just one for the birthday boy to avoid myself from listening to the never-ending fights over that one freaking toy the entire week. Yes, I'm fully aware about the importance of educating kids on sharing but never mind, that's another battle for another day. I just want to have a peace of mind while navigating my single-mother life. The education on sharing will be applied sometime in the future, I promise. I didn't actually sleep well last night because of this new environment. The pillows, the mattress, the entire thing is absolutely wonderful but I just couldn
Pretty sure everybody has a different setting when it comes to conversing with different people. For an example, I would always be this boring technical person with my colleagues and bosses though come lunch time, the moment I sit down with the colleagues whom I'm comfortable with, I'd let loose and start being a clown with my, yeah, you got it right, with my never-ending dry jokes. When Mr Sinclair and I entered the cafe, I thought it's just gonna be the two of us. But the moment I see a gorgeous lady sitting at a table with the hostess directing us towards her, I instantly know that it will be an affair of three from here on. Her shiny blonde locks gives a hint that she's a frequent at a pricy hair salon. Her baby-blue dress with that pair of nude Manolo Blahnik, and a matching baby Dior next to her, well, that makes her look like a heiress that I suddenly feel intimidated by the way I'm dressing right now. Her make up is minimal but she wouldn't need much anyway with the natural
I am definitely NOT wearing these. It's just strings for God's sake! I might as well not wear anything at all if I'm going to let my girls out that much. How kinky is this guy for Beatrice to suggest that outfit for our first night. It shouldn't even be called an outfit. It's just strings! Gosh, do I sound like a 32 year old now instead of a 19 year old? "Abigail?" I hear a knock on the door along with the deep voice. Shit, I'm still in my clothes. I haven't even applied anything on my face. I was planning on putting a light make up right after wearing this lingerie Beatrice packed, which was a mystery to me since it was wrapped in a tissue paper, tucked in a paper bag. She said it would be a surprise for both me and Mr Sinclair. I am indeed surprised, Beatrice. So surprised that I don't have the time left to do my hair or make up because I spent it all raging over these strings. "Abigail?" He tries again that I begin to panic."Y-yeah?" I jump at the speed of light towards the
Every time I read romance novels, I've always thought what a bunch of liars those authors are, to put shitty smut that the majority of us women, don't even experience. Like seriously, getting wet just by his presence in the room? Or at the sound of his voice? Bullshit, that's what it is! Because the entire time I was with Dean, for six whole years (seven if we take dating into account), I've never gotten wet that easily. Heck, sometimes even after he has heated the engine for some time, I was still as dry as the Sahara. So yeah, bull-fucking-shit, you liars (authors) !But now, oh my God. When he said it like that, of how delicious I tasted, Oh. My. God. I finally realise my panties are actually wet. Soaked. He, this man, this Mr Sinclair, who's still looking at me with his captivating hazel eyes, is the reason of my soaked panties. What else can he do? Make me come merely by using his tongue? Fingers? Because those too, are two other bullshit romance novels have been selling to the
Doesn't matter what happens, I would always clean myself after having sexual intercourse with my husband, now ex-husband. The byproduct is seriously ew (which of course I'm referring to his cum since I barely get my release), there is no way I can sleep with my private part feeling sticky all night long. I'm also too obsessed with having my bedsheet to remain clean at all times just so I can sleep without worrying over germs, bacteria, or anything that will crawl on me at night when I'm sleeping on the bed. But all bets are off tonight. None of those germs, bacteria, or possible insects attacking me later on matters because I really, reaaaaally have no energy left after he sprayed his mini Sinclairs into me for the second time. My legs are shaking, my eyes are tightly closed, all I want right now is to stop orgasming and just sleep. Purely sleep without any other meaning behind it. "Abigail," he whispers to my left ear with his hands wrapped around my middle; he's currently spoon
Be careful what you wish for. Just one month ago, I had enough of my boring weekends. Netfl!x, comfort food, afternoon naps, hit REPEAT. I was miserable when I was still married to Dean. I didn't have time for myself. His line of work requires him to always be away either for a month or two, sometimes up to six months if it’s an overseas assignment. I was lonely, I was tired, I was raising two toddlers on my own. Though to be honest, even when he was home, I was tired too because he's that typical man who has his wife doing all the chores, taking care of the children, while he sits on his gaming chair claiming this is the only time he has for himself since he's been tired working his ass off for weeks. Oh yeah? He didn't think about how tired I've been taking care of the house, the kids, all while working full time. At the end, it felt the same either he was home or not, in fact I felt better when he wasn't because then I would only need to take care of two boys instead of three.