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BEE Sugar Baby 31
Eight hours at work managed to calm me down but to avoid conflicts like what happened this morning between us, I purposely ride the private elevator just a minute before 7pm. Fingers crossed Honey isn't home yet because I'm supposed to arrive before he's there. Fortunately, he hasn't. But I do find Genevieve Gunn comfortably stretching her legs out on the couch, stuffing herself with my snack that I stashed in the pantry, laughing her ass off watching Friends on tv. This sight is totally the opposite of the whole elegant-rich-girl image she had when we first met. I guess make up really has the magical power of turning a woman from a basic to a pretty clown, along with a good acting skill. She really made me believe she's as classy as her grandmother. Right now, nuh-uh. Not so much. More like a typical girl you see in a normal household. "How's your hole? How many guys did you managed to take at work today?" She asked without sparing a glance at me, eyes fixed on the telly. Okay
BEE Sugar Baby 32
I spent two months with Drey to be the perfect Scarlett, on how to behave at every occasion. But right now, I seriously have no idea what to do when I'm still confused either to be the other woman in their father's life or to continue being Scarlett, their mother. ...assuming they're both birthed by Scarlett Monroe. When I first saw Nate at the bar prior getting to our table, he has this same warm smile his father has been sprouting our entire time together. He approached us and to my surprise, he leaned in so close to my face, and kisses my cheek before pulling his head away from me. "How's traffic?" He asked as he kissed his sister next, the same way he did to me. Four of us sat at our usual table and the night passed through with the two of them trying their best to make the dinner a pleasant one. Though Genevieve, she was trying to be cheeky with the little stunt she pulled. I had to mask my reaction and play along just to maintain the harmony, because I swear if it was up t
BEE Sugar Baby 33
In my attempt to hide the crime scene, I quickly cleaned everything before Honey came home.She appeared half an hour later when I was mopping the floor, dressed in another white outfit, went straight to the elevator instead of doing anything to me, not even blurting one word. Weird. She looked like she was in a rush.But I couldn't care less since I needed the place to be squeaky clean before Honey's home, though once I was done I got a call from him informing he's still in California finishing up a meeting. I was in the midst of watching my third movie when the elevator opened revealing little Miss Gunn being carried bridal style by a huge man, as huge as Honey. But he has muscles all over, with a stern facial expression. "Mrs Gunn," he acknowledges me as I walk towards them. "Is she... okay?" I ask seeing Genevieve giggling with her face covered by his chest. She looked like she's... drunk? The smell supports my theory but I can't really comprehend that considering the fact sh
BEE Sugar Baby 34
I totally get what she meant when she whined about nobody wanting her despite her entire family being by her side. I'm in the same situation too, Bitch. I have my family with me but whenever I think about Honey, I feel so lonely to the point of tearing as if I'm the most ungrateful human being on Earth. Love makes us feel weird things, including feeling lonely just because someone we want doesn't want us back, despite the abundant of love we get from family and friends. "You should sleep." I murmur once the sobbing quiets down. "You should leave Daddy." I let her go gently, creating a distance between us without commenting on that. Number one, we have an NDA standing between me and my mouth from spilling things out, which of course doesn't apply to Luna since you know, she's a sister, the one I confide everything to. And number two, because I don't want her to look down on me anymore than she already has. "You don't strike me as a bimbo," she's looking at me straight in the eye
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Less than two hours of sleep then I wake up and go downstairs to make his coffee, feeling quite nervous now that I know who he really is. Calvin Gunn, 35 year old asshole who was left by his wife seven years ago but still can't get over her by the clear evidence of his mad addiction to bed women who only look like her. Jeez, if she didn't leave him, it would've been a sweet love story. I mean, they've been together since they were fifteen. That's half their life. "Good morning, B," the greet comes first before I feel the heat from his body as his front crashes my back. I smile as I turn to him, "Morning, Honey," and proceed to kissing him on the lips. Thank God I managed to act normal despite my nervousness. But again, I've always been nervous with him. He's like one of those crushes I had in high school, making me blush even by staring at them. Imagine how hot I'm feeling right now when my crush is parking his dick in between the crack of my ass. Wait-"You're not going to the o
BEE Sugar Baby The E🥲nd
I can't believe how slow time goes by since the day I stepped out of that penthouse. That Wednesday morning, it went as usual. I made him a cup of coffee, sent him to the elevator with a kiss that we both know but did not acknowledge it openly, that it was a goodbye kiss. He enveloped me in his arms, took my breath away with his deep, sensual kiss, and a minute later he smiles at me saying ‘I love you, B’ before going into the elevator, just like what he's been doing every single day the entire six months we were together. Just like that, I took all my stuff, then headed over to my own place to drown my sorrow until two weeks later, when I had to get up and make my way to the women clinic Cupcake had set an appointment for me. I wanted to fly to Jakarta as soon as Honey stepped into that elevator but Miss Collins reminded me about the last clause a Scarlett has to do before she's off the hook; I was obligated to take a blood test on the fourteenth day after I'm officially out of t
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My cheeks hurt from smiling too wide since hours ago, my legs start to wobble from standing up and going everywhere since early morning, and my eyes are heavy from the lack of sleep since the past two weeks because of this important event in my life. I can't imagine how tiring it's gonna be when it's the wedding itself considering how exhausted I am right now at the end of our engagement party. "You look like you're about to sleep on this table." Dian comments when I'm thisss close to doze off on my arm that I park on the table. I swear I was only going to close my eyes for one second but urgh, I wish I can have a bed next to me right this second. I wish. "Miss Alya," a voice calls me when I'm about to ask Dian to bring me home so I can get some sleep. "Yeah?" "Here's your key card." My key card? I have a room here? I thought we only rent the hotel ballroom for my engagement party? Wait. When my cousin got married here last year they too were given a free room as their wedding
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I wish you'd die in this cold temperature! So I can finally be a divorcee! Die, you asshole! Die! "Come here," he holds out his right hand, face softening along with the tone. I narrow my eyes at the gigantic man, cursing him in my head. Go die. He sits up before standing in his full height, stepping forward to approach me as I go backward, wanting to maintain the distance between us. "Why are you here?" I ask in panic, realising he's getting so much closer now. "I told you, I'm not gonna miss my wife's engagement party." Is he being sarcastic now? Knowing he holds the power that I can never be married to someone else as long as I'm still his wife? "I told you to never call me that!" Suddenly he's already bumping his front to mine, intimidating me with his superior physical. "But you ‘are’ my wife." "I WAS your wife when you treated me like a whore. But I'm not anymore! I'm not anyone's whore anymore! Not yours, not now not ever!" He cups my face with his cold hands, whispe
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