Sugar Daddy

Chapter 12

Sasha POV

On our drive home, Lionel made an impromptu stop at the beach. He skillfully parked the car and opened the door, extending his hand to me. Together, we strolled along the shoreline, the granular sand beneath our feet, and the night air crisp against our skin. Above us, the stars glittered like diamonds, and the radiant moon cast its enchanting glow.

"I love this feeling," Lionel confessed, his lips brushing against my hand as he spoke, a gesture that sent delightful butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

We found a peaceful bench and settled down, our eyes fixed on the rhythmic dance of the waves as they ebbed and flowed. In that serene moment, I found myself contemplating the trajectory of my life and what it meant to me. It struck me how far I had come and the trials I had conquered to arrive at this point.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" Lionel inquired, breaking the silence, his voice tender and filled with curiosity.

"Growing up, my childhood was marred by an impactful and deeply distressing event that often feels impossible to express. Throughout that time, I found myself facing the unimaginable reality of being sexually assaulted by individuals who were involved in my mother's life. Courageously, I confided in my mother about the painful ordeal, hoping for support and understanding.

To my dismay, my mother responded with disbelief, asserting that I was fabricating such a horrendous experience. It was a heartbreaking moment where I pleaded earnestly for her trust and acknowledgment. Yet, my words seemingly fell on deaf ears, leaving me alone and uncertain in the face of an immense burden.

As time passed, the weight of my experiences could no longer be ignored. Unfortunately though there was no profound shift  within my mother, and she began to allow it to happen." I stated with tears.

"Then there were times she deprived me of food. My childhood was just a mess. As I have gotten older, she collected rent, and right before I came to the country, something happened," I said, tears streaming down my cheeks. I recounted the event of my last day at home, explaining how I went to school and paid for my exams.

I thought Lionel would look at me differently, but he didn't. Instead, he got up, helped me stand, and hugged me tightly.

Lionel POV

As Sasha recounted her challenging past, a myriad of emotions welled up within me. Most significantly, I felt an immense sense of pride in witnessing her unwavering determination despite the adversities she had faced. Many individuals, regardless of gender, might have distanced themselves from others or succumbed to despair, but Sasha had persevered.

As we embraced in a heartfelt hug, it seemed as though she had finally released the burdens that had weighed her down for so long. "Sasha, you are incredibly brave, and you truly deserve a wonderful life," I reassured her, gently rubbing her back.

The desire to protect her grew stronger, but I knew that asking her to move in with me would be premature. Sasha needed time to rediscover herself, and I was determined to support her on that journey.

We returned to the house, where we relaxed by watching TV and indulging in popcorn. I took the initiative to make arrangements for her apartment and secure work opportunities for her. I also arranged for my daughter to accompany Sasha on a shopping trip in two days, which she graciously agreed to.

As the evening wore on, Sasha fell asleep on the couch, her face serene in slumber. I couldn't help but admire her peaceful vulnerability. Gently, I lifted her and carried her to the bedroom, tucking her into bed and draping a sheet over her. Standing at the door, I felt an overwhelming sense of adoration and a solemn promise that I would always be there for her.

Descending the stairs, I began to compile a checklist of tasks to prepare for our trip to Kingston the next day. With meticulous care, I packed our bags and selected comfortable outfits for both of us: black jeans shorts and a white polo for Sasha, while I opted for black joggers and a white V-neck Hanes shirt. We both wore black Crocs, ensuring a comfortable journey.

Once everything was in order, also set the coffee machine and I attended to my emails and text messages before finally retiring to bed. I reached out to hug Sasha as we lay together, and I couldn't help but smile as I heard her contented moan in her sleep.

As the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room, I watched Sasha sleep. Her peaceful expression made my heart skip a beat. I  knew i was falling for her, deeper and faster than I had ever anticipated.

Carefully slipping out of bed, I padded quietly across the room, my bare feet finding comfort on the plush area rug. The smell of fresh coffee lingered in the air, and i decided to surprise Sasha with breakfast in bed.

In the cozy kitchen, I  hummed a tune as I  whipped up some scrambled eggs and toasted a couple of slices of whole-grain bread. My heart was light, and i couldn't help but smile at the thought of sharing this simple meal with Sasha.

Just as I  was finishing up, the soft padding of Sasha's feet on the hardwood floor reached my ears. I  turned to see her standing in the doorway, her hair tousled from sleep, and her eyes still heavy with dreams.

"Good morning," I  said, holding out a plate for her. "Breakfast is served."

Sasha's face lit up with a sleepy smile as she took the plate from me. "You're too good to me," she murmured, her voice husky with morning warmth.

I sat down across from her, pouring steaming mugs of coffee for both of us. We ate in contented silence, exchanging the occasional smile and stolen glances. It was these moments, the quiet ones, that I  cherished the most.

As we finished their meal, my phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. I  frowned, not expecting any messages at this hour. Picking it up, i saw a text from Kimberly, the name sending a shiver down my spine.

"What is it?" Sasha asked, noticing the change in my expression.

"It's Kimberly," I muttered, my fingers trembling as I  opened the message. "She says her father is planning to take my money and shares from our joint business."

Sasha's eyes widened, and she reached out to touch my hand in a comforting gesture. "Lionel, I'm so sorry."

I stared at the message, my mind racing with a mixture of anger, confusion, and worry. Kimberly and her father had been a part of my  life for so long, and he never thought things would turn so sour.

Sasha squeezed my hand gently, pulling my attention away from the phone. "We'll figure this out together," she said softly, her eyes filled with determination.

I nodded, a sense of gratitude washing over me. In that moment, I  realized that no matter what challenges lay ahead, having Sasha by my side made everything seem a little less daunting. Love had a way of making even the darkest storms feel conquerable, and with Sasha, I was willing to face whatever came our way.

Author Note

Remember, if you or someone you know has experienced sexual assault, there are support networks available. Reach out to professional counselors, therapists, or helplines that can provide the assistance needed. You are not alone, and healing is possible.

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