SWEET SWEET SUGAR // 18+

Chapter Two

ROY

She's bad for me. Really bad.

It hasn't even been a full month since I finally split from Miriam. I thought I was in love with her until I found out she was cheating on me last year. Turns out, my love for my ex-wife faded the moment the PI I'd hired sent me a file of pictures that featured Miriam and her boyfriend in lewd positions, the image forever engraved into my memory.

Lewis Beaufort, my good friend, thought I looked down today. So, he dragged me over to his favorite bar to join him for a drink. When it comes to Lewis, it's never just a drink. He's always got some girl attached to him, half his age and beautiful. The concept always irked me, but he tells me that getting a girl who you can fuck at any time of the day in exchange of a couple thousand dollars each week is a perverted idea until you get a taste of it. Having sugar babies is 'totally worth it', he says.

I just shrugged his words off. He shows up with a new pretty young girl at bars and clubs practically every month. None of them last for too long, but he's got a type-- blonde, built like a supermodel and has a mature laugh. His words, not my assumption.

Me and Lewis were casually smoking and drinking, but I knew Lewis was anticipating for someone. I assumed it was just another girl.

But, nope. Today, there's two girls. A blonde one, no doubt Lewis' newest girl-- but also a shorter and thicker raven-haired one, whose beauty is undeniable.

The blonde girl-- Sadie, Lewis mentioned-- quickly plopped down to Lewis' side and looked ever so comfortable. But, the other girl-- Kelly, she introduced herself-- looked nervous. It was her first time coming to a place like The Outer Bar, no doubt.

I know what she's here for. She's single at the moment, and is looking for a new rich old guy she can mooch off of in exchange of sex... Unless she already has several other sugar daddies. Either way-- even though I know what she's here for, what her purpose is, what kind of a girl she is, I can't stop it. I can't stop staring at her.

I can't stop my cock from feeling like it could burst out of my pants at any moment.

Still, I don't want to admit my feelings. I just got divorced, for fuck's sake. I don't want to be one of those guys. I truly, really, and deeply loved Miriam, and fuck-- if she hadn't cheated on me, I would've still been in love with her. We were married for 20 years, and getting out of that marriage wasn't an easy task. There were moments where I even considered not divorcing, thinking that her 'cheating' was a silly mistake that she wouldn't make again if we started over. Getting a sugar baby was never something I felt tempted towards, or even thought about.

But also, I haven't felt a woman's touch and warmth in almost a year. I'm not a young guy full of spirit, but hell, a 49-year-old guy has needs too.

So when she scoots closer to me, looks up at me with her round hazel green eyes and casually touches my arm and back as though we're similar in age, as though I'm not probably as old as her dad-- if not older, I'm almost deceased.

She's so fucking cute, I don't know to act in front of her. Kelly's so comfortable with me, trying really hard to ease me into our chat.

"So, you just got out of a divorce?" Kelly asks, her eyes fluttering as her curiosity blooms from it.

The story behind my divorce isn't exactly entertaining. Besides, I'm aware that women don't enjoy it when men talk about their exes. I'd hate to divert Kelly's attention and interest on me.

"Yeah, it's no big deal though." I keep it nice and short. It's the truth anyway. What else is there to know besides the parts about the cheating?

"Sounds like a big deal if it took y'all a whole year to split," Kelly smirks, and rests her jaw on her hand as she crosses her knees and places an elbow on it. Accidentally on purpose, my eyes fall down to her body.

Fuck... She's got some seriously attention-grabbing tits. Plump and boisterous. Her current posture makes it all the more visible. Her nipples are severely hard too, practically popped out like sharp thick bullets from the soft silk material of her dress, which is impossibly tight like it's about to explode with her lush creamy curves. Her smooth beige olive skin glows under the dewy gold lighting in the VIP booth.

I swallow and blink, steering my eyes away from gaping at her body for too long like an awkward old creep. I puff out another smoke from the cigar that's propped between my fingers "we'd been married for a long time. And there was a lot of family stuff to deal with, too."

"Family?" Kelly leans back "do you have kids?"

Chuckling, I shake my head "No, not really."

"Not really?" She narrows her eyes.

Fine, okay. I do have a kid. A son. He's 22, and he hates his dad for not giving him enough money to buy a Tesla. He doesn't go to college and barely graduated high school because he thinks I'll let him inherit my company, easy.

That's way too many details for Kelly. Does she really need to know whether I have kids or not?

I don't think so. "No, I'm not a dad, Kelly."

"Okay," she nods in understanding and eases her shoulders "sorry if I was coming on too strong."

"You're good," I smile at her, pulling in another puff of smoke from the cigar.

Kelly stares into my eyes for some reason, and I can see her soft cheeks flush into a color between pink and red. Light freckles graze over her cheeks and the bridge of her tiny nose, and her lips are nice and full, stained with a shade of wine red.

And before I know it, her face is inching closer to me. She slowly gets off of her spot and rests a palm along my jaw to caress my stubble. I feel her hot breath brush against my nose, and due to the rush at things are progressing, my mouth slightly opens. The smoke I'd been holding inside my mouth slips out thinly and brushes against her lips, which are parting eventually.

Next thing I know, my lips are crushing onto hers.