Page 8 of Sugar Daddies

He asks back with nonchalance in his tone, “About what?”

I blink the haziness away and mouth his neck, “Please don’t make me say it!”

“You have to be clear about what you mean,” he comments plainly.

The familiar hallways tell me that he’s making his way towards the master bedroom. Sleep sounds so appealing right now. Even though it’s already early in the morning, I figure that a couple of hours in bed won’t hurt.

Daddy doesn’t let me sleep for too long. It’s bad for my health, and my body gets uncomfortable from not moving much.

“About… Mr. Stephan,” I mutter under my breath, and hehasto hear it because his ear is right there.

Daddy wouldn’t be the man that brings in millions of dollars in one day if he wasn’t mean and resolute.

“What about him?” He pushes my hips down, and his rigid abs scrapes on my clit over my panties.

I choke a moan, “I-I let him touch me…”

“And?” Daddy urges firmly.

“And I liked it.” I hide my face into his broad shoulder, and the tip of my ears burn with redness.

He asks, “Do you want him back here?” I promptly shake my head with a whine in my throat.

He’s trying to torture me. Daddy would never let another man in his home. If that point is impossible, then there’s no way he would let Mr. Stephan touch me again.

The thing that bothers me is that Daddy isn’t mad. He didn’t even blink an eye when he walked into the office with me on Mr. Stephan’s lap. I thought his temper would flare, and he would plunk me away like the barbaric man that he is.

That didn’t happen, and it left me trying to remember where things have changed.

The clearest dissonance in my head is that Daddy is a possessive man, and he let Mr. Stephan touch me. I can’t wrap my head around the reasoning and thought the process of Daddy in this circumstance.

Maybe he’s Daddy’s important business contractor, and they do a lot of business together, and maybe he doesn’t want to offend Mr. Stephan because it might lead to a business dispute.

It must be, I convince myself.

I don’t want to think about it, but the phantom throb of my butt from both Daddy and Mr. Stephan’s palms is a strong reminder.

I keep thinking of Mr. Stephan’s dark scent and the way he watches me as if I’m a prey ready to be devoured if I put my guard down for one bit. He can certainly pounce on me whether I want him or not, and it makes me wonder if Daddy would stop him.

Daddy looked pleased when I admitted that I wanted Mr. Stephan. It’s not the behavior of the possessive and overly protective man that I have been living with, and it’s the change that brings my heart smashing against my ribs.

It’s a breath of fresh air with the new discovery.

They do seem to know each other well; they seemed much closer than how normal acquaintances would act towards each other.

What a mystery!

Chapter Three

Pepper

When Mr. Stephan said soon, I thought he meant days or weeks and not the day after.

Technically, it’s the evening after.

Daddy said he has a gathering to go to, and I was to accompany him. I didn’t exactly have a say in it. If it was up to me, I wouldn’t have gone because socializing isn’t my thing. I would rather stay at home for the night and cuddle with him and listen to the strong thump of his heart while it lures me to sleep.

That’s the kind of night that I look forward to, not some gathering of rich people laughing and sipping on champagne.

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