Page 23 of Sugar Daddies

The rollercoaster ride comes as people begin to filter out and go to another platform to retrieve their stuff. I’m escorted by an employee to a seat of my choice.

I boldly choose the front, but I don’t choose the seat because I don’t want to separate a couple or a group of friends who want to sit by each other.

Every time I take the front seat, I instantly regret it when the anticipation grows with the distance from the ground as the cart bumps the ride up the track.

A group of girls beside me giggles and talk among themselves, and I got a brief moment of loneliness as no one is there to hold my hand. I tried to get Mr. Stephan to come on rides with me, but he says he’s not fond of fast rides even though his car has enough power to go into a car race.

He drives as if he is in a race.

It’s another thing he has in common with Daddy, just when I thought they were made from two different fabrics.

The ride is fast and scary, but I expect nothing from a rollercoaster this high in the sky. I heard the wind and screams from the girls along with my voice, my hair smacking into my face and the funny flips in my tummy when the ride took me in loops and spins.

I’m dizzy when I leave the platform, and I don’t remember finding my way back to Mr. Stephan. it’s only when I have my arms around him to stabilize my vision do I know that he is a wall of muscles.

I mean, I always knew, but it’s different when I feel it.

Time flies on with the sun slowly making its way towards the horizontal edge that Mr. Stephan guides me to a mysterious place that no civilian can go into. Only the elitist of the elites can go inside where there is a bunch of rich folks sitting and standing around with their expensive cup of whatever in their hands.

Before we went in, I had to get the rest of my snacks. I’m not too hyped up on adrenaline to forget about my food; those are my precious babies that belong in my belly.

I charmed my way into getting a carbonated sugary drink.

It had a type of fruit punch vibe to it, but it’s got more varieties of fruits and color. It was half liquid and half shaved-ice; the combination cools off my sweaty body tremendously, and I noticed that I was tired from all the running around.

I didn’t think much of it at first because I didn’t know, but the adrenaline kept me entertained with more desire to get the hype that my body was addicted to.

“Where are we?” I ask as we step into an elevator with an elevator operator.

Mr. Stephan simply smiles, keeping the mystery shrouded in those dark eyes as he leans down to kiss me. Our lips melt together, and I sigh contently as he licks my bottom lip. I open my mouth, and he curls his tongue with mine once to put me on edge for wanting more.

I scrunch my nose at him; he’s a bad man. A very, very bad man for teasing me.

Thank goodness the operator doesn’t blink an eye, and I wonder if it happens more often than I think that it’s no big deal anymore.

I don’t feel an ounce of shame; a sense of accomplishment fills me because I’m getting used to Mr. Stephan, and he’s already in my heart alongside Daddy.

I can’t tell if it’s bad or not, probably not since Daddy doesn’t mind and he encourages it too.

When we step out, it’s the roof of a building, and I can see the lights from the theme park light up as if there are a million fireflies under us.

The summer breeze brushes my hair back, and I rock on my feet as we wait for the firework.

Mr. Stephan curls one arm over my waist; his hand lays heavily on my hip as he provides warmth from his body. I lean into him and hum softly as the time ticks down; more people stand below us as they wait to see the firework.

“Thank you for today, Daddy,” I whisper to him.

His chest vibrates, purring a gentle chuckle as he lifts my chin to kiss me as the firework explodes behind me.

“You’re welcome, little princess,” he smiles sweetly, and my heart is getting achy from the overload of sensations.

“Anything you want, I will give it to you,” he says with such determination in his eyes that I see no lies in his brown hues.

He is the devil, the endless depth of the ocean and the sharp edges of thorns in his eyes silently singes away the façade of an angel.

It doesn’t matter.

I’m in love.

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