Sug•ar Ba•by
Noun
The younger recipient (usually female)of interest from a sugar daddy or sugar mama, especially financial, platonic, or romantic in an intergenerational relationship
As I pull up to Angela's house, she was kneeling down in her front yard gardening what looked like lilies. She looks up from the flowers and smiles as she sees me getting out of the Uber. "Hey Rettá."
"Heyyy. What are you up to?"
"Nothing much, just trying to garden a few flowers and pull these pesky weeds out. I'm done for today though," she says before getting up.
"Come on in. How are you doing?"
Entering Angela's house, I respond, "It's going well, how about you?"
"Things are getting a lot better, just been trying to keep my mind occupied. I hope you saved some room for beef stew."
"Ooo, I don't know what that is but it sounds good."
"Well if you want some you have to help me cook it."
"Uhn uhn, I told you I can't cook. What if I set your kitchen on fire? Hmm?"
She washes her hands and says, "Girl, I'm going to be here so that won't happen. So come on over and wash your hands so we can get started."
Following after Angela, I go to the sink to wash my hands. The wine bottle she had the other week was peeking out the trash can, making me wonder how long it took her to finish it.
Out of nowhere, Angela's expression changes to a more concerned one as she takes my hand inspecting it closely. "Um, what is this," she asks pointing at the bruises I had on my knuckles.
"What is what?"
"You know what I'm talking about; these bruises all over your hand."
I move my hands away from her and lie. "It's nothing."
"So tell me what it is then because I don't like these bruises coming up on you. You don't have them anywhere else do you," Angela asks as she takes my face softly, looking deeper.
Moving back, I reply, "I'm for real, nothing happened."
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She places her hand on her hip, looking me directly in my eyes and I glance away. I never was good with eye contact and her eyes could kill a bitch.
"I can see you're lying to me for some odd reason Amaria but I won't pressure you into telling me."
Angela goes back to what she was doing and there was a bit of silence between us before I finally confess, "I got into a fight."
"A fight?!? Are you okay? How did this happen between the time I saw you yesterday and now?!"
"I'm fine, she barely hit me but it happened at the skating rink. My friends and I were having fun until this one girl was jhi all up in my face saying I was talking to this guy I know. And Angela, that bitch shoved me! It just went from there."
