🍭 •Daddy's Sugar• 🍭

Prologue

(A/n: Here you go! Enjoy. Heh 🤭)

Listlessly staring into the pool, you bring the glass to your lips. You'd been watching the water waver for hours now, sitting with spiraling thoughts. It's almost midnight.

Is this what it'll always be like?

He keeps leaving early on every trip... Does the geezer even want to spend time with me?

And why'd he leave his kids with me...? Such a nuisance.

Sighing, you toss back the remainder of the liquid, reaching for the bottle on the table beside you. Instead of pouring a cup, you take a swig directly from it.

This is what you thought you wanted. A life of luxury without any worries. It hasn't proven to be anything of worth though.

At first, Noritoshi was obsessed with you. Always surprising you with gifts, plenty of affection, and his time. But it's not like that now.

For some reason, he's extremely busy these days. It makes you wonder if what he's been saying is the truth. It's not your place to be involved though. Especially since you vowed to stay far away from him.

Whenever he comes around, your brain malfunctions, and if his eyes meet yours... it's electrifying. Dangerous, if nothing else.

Still... you can honestly say he's your type. Too bad you didn't meet him first.

"Choso..."

"You called?"

A voice responds from over your head, making you look up. Eyes locking with his, you swallow the air in your throat, forcing yourself to relearn how to breathe properly.

Abruptly rising, "What are you doing here?!"

"I'm part of this family." He blankly stares at you.

"Well... yeah, but weren't you... not invited?"

Smirking, "What— by Ken?", he shrugs. "He's not here. Never is."

Sighing, you sit back down and take a huge gulp from your bottle. "Thanks for the reminder..." You glare at him over it. Pulling it away, "Did you come to humiliate me?"

"Why would I do that?" He takes it from your hand, throwing his head back for a taste.

"You seem to enjoy torturing me. I bet witnessing me at my lowest even turns you on." You rudely snatch the whiskey back, wiping off the mouth part. He chuckles at the childishness, taking his place at the end of your chair and placing your legs in his lap.

"I wouldn't say that... but I am intrigued by you."

"What's intriguing about a woman like me? I'm a shallow addict, you know."

"I like that upfront attitude. I'm sure Ken does as well."

Rolling eyes, "He doesn't like me anymore. Thanks to you. That's why you should leave before someone snitches."

Raising brows, "Who? Everyone is sleeping. Except you." He takes your foot in his grasp, gently massaging it. "Why is that?"

"Because I'm not tired..." you exasperate, closing your eyes to further feel his coarse hands pampering you.

"How about I put you to sleep then?"

"Never." You attempt to yank your feet from him, but he holds on tighter. He raises the right one and kisses your ankle.

Hazy spheres meeting yours, "Why not?"

"I told you why! Several times!"

"Mind refreshing me?" The kisses move upward.

Internally shivering, you instinctively get the urge to run, but his hold on you is strong. He's even smiling at you for panicking. He gradually moves closer, pulling you into his lap.

"You can't keep cornering me like this! What if someone sees?" You glare at him, pushing away for some distance.

"It's fine." He nuzzles his face in your breast, his tongue in search of what he desires. After poking around enough, he licks the button until it's erect, earning small whimpers.

"Why do you keep doing this to me?" Your poked-out lip and doe eyes amuse him.

"I'm just an addict." He licks his lips while staring at yours.

"I can see that... You won't leave me alone."

"It's not that I won't," his lips gravitate toward yours, "I just can't."

And so it starts again. This complicated cycle between you two.

Is this what's called a fatal attraction?

What you're doing is quite literally a scandal. The repercussions won't easily be washed away with revenue. Not in this age of the internet.

You can't resist though.

The heat of his fingertips digging into your body combined with his lips arduously trailing over your skin overstimulates you in pleasant ways.

"(F/n)... I like it..."

He groans, head falling to the side. His eyes sweltering with excitement amount to slits; his lips slightly parted as he pants.

Caressing his cheek, "You're such a pretty boy."

"I'm your pretty boy." He presses his lips against your palm.

"Choso...", you tuck your head, allowing your strands to hide your embarrassment.

Sliding his hand up to your neck, he raises your head, "Don't pretend to be shy." He frantically bucks his hips, tightening his hold on your airway. Hearing your soft breaths, he looks at you in a minor stupor; enthralled by your obedience to him.

I want her to be mine.

You have made it pretty clear where you two stand but he just can't stop pursuing you. He doesn't want this thing between you to be just an affair.

You're adamant about drawing the line, calling him childish for presenting such foolish ideas to you in the first place.

He knows and feels in his soul that you belong to him, but he can't make you submit. You just call it a 'man's pride' and laugh him off.

Persistence is one of his finest qualities. It's the only reason things have progressed this far. It's too late to stop now.

He has no intention of backing down anymore. No matter who he steals you from. His greed compels him to do so.

If you are to become his, then he needs to think of a solid plan. Anyone that attempts to leave him usually disappears. He can't let you become a Jane Doe. Not ever.

I have to get her out of here. No matter what.

End.

(A/n: Hope you enjoyed it. See ya next chap! Much love ✌🏾☮️)