Sugar Daddy

CHAPTER 7

Author Note

Hey everyone I want to say appreciate you all I was having severe writer's block. But I have now found my groove and I must say my writing has changed I was contemplating changing the previous chapters but said no so I hope you continue to enjoy the story. Remember to vote and comment to let me know what you think. Updates  every SUNDAY. ❤️

I woke up, feeling a sense of uncertainty wash over me as I stepped into the soothing embrace of the shower. The cascading water provided a momentary respite, allowing me to ponder the pressing questions that occupied my mind.

Firstly, there was the matter of where I would live. Kimberly had extended an offer, but I yearned for independence, to find a place of my own, a sanctuary where I could discover myself. The allure of a fresh start weighed heavily on my thoughts.

Then, there was Lionel. The prospect of a serious relationship with him loomed in the background, a decision that could alter the course of my life. Yet, at this moment, finding my own space seemed to take precedence.

Under the warm water, lathering my dark chocolate skin with vanilla rose body butter, I felt a sense of relaxation and serenity. Despite the multitude of decisions weighing on me, I couldn't help but revel in the moment.

Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel, the softness against my skin adding to my contentment. I entered the room and indulged in the ritual of applying my vanilla rose body butter, relishing in the sensation of smoothness.

Opting for an orange sundress that stopped just above my knee and black sheer panties, I decided to forgo a bra. The dress accentuated my figure, and my breasts remained perky. Slipping into black sandals and donning gold earrings, I felt a sense of completeness.

For my hair, I chose a kinky curl wig, and a touch of lip gloss added a finishing touch. With my black sling bag in tow, I descended to the dining hall, a sense of purpose guiding my steps.

As I left my room and stepped into the elevator, fate had other plans. There stood Lionel, looking dashing in an orange polo, black jeans, and black Timberland boots. His presence sent a pleasant shiver down my spine, and the fragrance he wore was simply intoxicating.

"Great minds think alike, you look breathtaking," he complimented, his words igniting a spark of attraction between us.

I couldn't help but smile and reply, "Why thank you, and you're not too shabby yourself." Despite the uncertainties that surrounded me, this unexpected encounter with Lionel added a touch of excitement to my day.
Lionel's invitation to share breakfast was a delightful start to the day, and I eagerly accepted. As we sat down, I opted for a plate of scrambled eggs and fried plantains, complemented by a steaming cup of black coffee. Lionel, on the other hand, went for a heartier meal, choosing fried plantains, whole-wheat toast with avacado and two fluffy omelets, all washed down with a cup of black coffee as well.

Amid bites of our meals, our conversation flowed effortlessly. We delved into our respective careers, and I shared my longing for a change, as my current job failed to fulfill my aspirations. Lionel proved to be an easy confidant, and it surprised me how much I found myself revealing about my life. Perhaps it was the comfort of his presence, or maybe the weight of my circumstances that made me open up.

In the midst of our conversation, I couldn't help but share my predicament about needing to find a place to live. I mentioned that I had a two-bedroom apartment available for rent at $35,000 JMD. What surprised me even more was Lionel's offer to help me secure a job. He mentioned knowing someone looking for a receptionist and offered to set up the opportunity. Gratitude welled up in me, but I couldn't help but wonder if I was ready to accept the offer.

I decided to tread carefully, suggesting, "How about I think about the apartment and send you my resume?" Lionel chuckled warmly, assuring me that there was no rush.

After our hearty breakfast and intriguing conversation, Lionel suggested we go check out a nearby property. I agreed without hesitation, eager to explore more of what the day had in store for us.

We made our way outside, and Lionel, in a bid to get to know me better, opted to take a taxi instead of driving. He called a taxi, and we settled into the comfortable backseat. As we rode along, our conversation flowed effortlessly, weaving through topics like the recent parties we had attended and the lush green scenery that surrounded us.

Soon, we arrived at a community called "Mango Walk." The uniformity of the houses, all painted in beige with blue accents, created a picturesque scene. These charming townhouses seemed to be the essence of the neighborhood.

We eventually arrived at one particular house, where Lionel unlocked the door and invited me inside. The space was open and inviting, painted in a cheerful shade of yellow with crisp white skirting. The living room greeted us first, adorned with a large black leather couch and plush white cushions, surrounding a glass coffee table.

My attention was then drawn to the kitchen, seamlessly integrated into the open concept layout. It featured a substantial island that could comfortably seat four people, a double-door fridge, and a sleek six-burner stove. The appliances were all stainless steel and appeared brand new, adding a touch of modern elegance to the space.

Lionel offered me a refreshing glass of orange juice before explaining that he typically rented out this house on Airbnb but had chosen to keep it vacant for potential future use. He mentioned that his helper came in every weekend to ensure its cleanliness and upkeep.

As he shared these details, I couldn't help but feel intrigued by the prospect of this spacious three-bedroom home. Lionel's question brought me back to the present, "How do you like the place so far?"

"I like it so far," I said, my curiosity piqued as Lionel led me through the house. I couldn't help but inquire about the design, eager to know if it matched my taste.

"Yes, I did the design," he confirmed, a hint of pride in his voice. "Would you like to follow me upstairs for a tour?" he asked, and I nodded eagerly, my anticipation building as we ascended the grey staircase, its sleek black railing beautifully complementing the black abstract paintings adorning the walls.

Our tour began with a light blue bathroom, which harmoniously matched the grey flooring. A black shower head, along with glass accents, added a touch of modernity to the space. It was a good start, but there was more to see.

Next, we entered two rooms, both adorned with queen-sized beds and bathed in a warm yellow hue. The bedrooms exuded comfort and charm, but I couldn't wait to explore further.

Then, Lionel unveiled the master bedroom, a true masterpiece. A king-sized bed, dressed in pristine white sheets, dominated the room. Black floating shelves adorned with books graced the walls, and a colossal 50-inch Samsung TV beckoned for relaxation. The grey hardwood floor grounded the space, completing the elegant ensemble. It was nothing short of amazing, and I couldn't help but admit, "I love it. I just want to jump on that bed," excitement bubbling within me.

"Why did I say that?" I silently berated myself, feeling my cheeks flush. My subconscious chimed in with a sardonic remark, "Because you want to fuck him senseless and enjoy some quality time with him."

As we continued the tour, my thoughts took a sultry turn, imagining all the possibilities that the attached bathroom held. A shower and a Jacuzzi beckoned, surrounded by an enticing black and white color scheme. The images that danced through my mind allowed my thoughts to run wild, tantalizing me with the potential for intimate moments in this luxurious space.