Page 37 of Sugar Daddies

Mr. Stephan is leaving.

Of course, one of them has to leave.

It’s not something Daddy talked about, so it only makes sense that this isn’t a permanent element of the life that Daddy had carved out for me.

I don’t want to. I don’t want him to leave. I’m in love with him, and I love Daddy too. If one of them leaves, then a part of my soul will be ripped away, and I would be an incomplete soul searching and searching until I die.

“It’s okay, Daddy, you can say it.”

“Say what?” Daddy’s voice questions from behind me, and his hand moves away from the soft thrumming of my clit.

I brace myself with a deep inhale, “I can be a big girl and take it. It’s like ripping off a bandage. The faster you tear, the less drag of the pain. I’m ready for this—”

“What are you on about?” Daddy doesn’t disguise the confusion in his voice, and I briefly think he doesn’t know what I’m talking about, but I know better. He is a master at keeping secrets, and it’s easy for him to fool me, who has zero experience in successfully pulling off a lie.

“You don’t want me anymore.” I sniffle and Mr. Stephan’s body tenses while Daddy’s hand on my hip reflectively clamps down.

There goes another flawless spot being marred with a bruise.

“Where the fuck did you get that idea?” Daddy pushes my hip down, and I’m rolling on my back. The ceiling dances in my eyes as light spills through the giant windows.

A hand spins my head, and Daddy’s scowl is massive on his face. He still looks like a model with shameless masculinity embracing the size of his body.

His black hair frames his face as it falls on his forehead in a mess. The stubbles on his jaw litters in a fashion that takes special care to burn the inside of my thighs, and the ghosts of his safely guarded beast stare down on me through the glass of his eyes.

I keep a hand around Mr. Stephan’s wrist, but I can’t wrap my fingers around it. “You don’t care if Mr. Stephan touches me and you don’t care that I call him Daddy too! You bring him in so you can leave, I just know it. You didn’t have to do that. I can be a big girl and leave.”

I scoot back to form a distance between him as I mold my back to Mr. Stephan’s chest. He wraps his arm over my waist. I feel precious in his embrace as I stare defiantly up at Daddy with a frown cascading the effect of my sullen heart.

“Let me be very clear, little girl,” Daddy breathes my name with an edge.

He uses that tone with me when it is a serious matter and that he needs my undivided attention; my ears are cutting off the sounds of the ambient noises in the room, the breaths from behind me, and the heartbeat on my shoulder blade.

It’s an exquisite skill that Daddy had trained me in. This allows me to be a singularity in the world of Daddy.

“Stephan and I go way back. He wants you just as much I do, and we both saw you as someone we want to spend time with. He had to go overseas to overlook that part of the world where our business was expanding, and I could not just leave you free for others to snatch up.”

My lips form a circle at the information, filtering as fast as I can while the assuring rubs on my hip eerily restore the lightness in my heart.

“I made the first move to take you. Stephan knows it’s the best course of action at the time since he couldn’t be here to share you with me,” Daddy says, sliding a hand around my neck in a systematic approach that puts me back into the space of familiarity.

I lay in silence, watching the truth spill from his dark eyes and genuine affection through his words. His gaze is piercing and sharp, gauging the depth of my doubts and squashing them with a stroke to the contours of my cheek.

Breathless, I shakily touch his chest with a hesitant touch. It’s not sorrow or concern that storms in my heart but a sense of gratitude and love to remind myself that Daddy would never do something this cruel to me.

He would never bring in Mr. Stephan to poison my thoughts and snatch a piece of my heart, only for him to leave with an impenetrable wall that reflects my weakness and incompetence.

Daddy wouldn’t even bring himself to truly hurt me. It just wouldn’t make sense if he would let anyone else cause me pain.

“We agreed from the beginning that we would share you, and Daddy is never going to give you up, little girl, not now and not in the future. You belong to me.”

Daddy lifts my chin up, slamming his lips over mine in a ravaging kiss that makes my lips bloat with blood. He just has to finish his gentle and reassuring words with a possessive kiss. His rough nature is at its last straw of holding back.

I don’t blame him. I would have attacked his lips for the fondness in his voice when he calls me his.

I don’t think I need much safeguarding in a multimillion mansion, but his shiver-inducing kiss says otherwise. He has to physically be there to quench the thirsty beast, or it would pounce on the person closest to me, a small wisp calls for a brawl between Mr. Stephan and Daddy.

I brush that thought away. There is no competition in this three-way relationship. I’m equally split between them, and at this moment, I feel like flying with clouds in my veins.

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