Sugar

I Hate Him

Sorry it's unedited. But it had been so long I just wanted to get it up for you guys to read. I've been working on a few other stories as well as wrapping up my other BVB fan fiction. Feel free to follow me for updates on when they get posted. 

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I lift the end of the hot cake up ever so slightly so I can see if it's ready to be flipped yet. Not quite. Andy was still fast asleep which was rare. He never really slept in on the few occasions he's slept at my place. He must really be tired.

I relished in the quiet morning. Last night was the first time I'd spent with Andy that hadn't led to sex. Some small part of my heart hoped that it meant more than it probably did. I wanted to feel like I was more to him than a piece of ass. He kept telling me to think about what we had as more of a relationship than an arrangement and maybe I should. Yes, he paid for me to be here in exchange for my company but it didn't just have to be that. I'd heard of sugar babies falling in love with their daddies and eventually getting married to them. I'd done my fair share of research on the topic while I was thinking about whether or not to come and accept the offer. Maybe I just had to give this whole thing time to settle and actually start accepting this as an actual relationship.

"Good morning." His voice comes from the doorway of the bedroom.

"Good morning." I smiled. "Are you hungry?"

"I could eat."

He sits on the island in the kitchen making him even taller than he normally is. He's watching me and I can feel it but he doesn't say anything. The silence is awkward.

"Did you sleep well?" I am desperate for something other than silence.

"I did." He clears his throat. "How about you?"

"Same." I turned and looked at his reaction. A small smile graced his lips as he jumped down off the counter.

"I am going to shower really quick. After breakfast I'll have to head into the studio."

"How are things going with the album?"

"Good. Really good actually." He smiles. I can see the pride in his eyes.

"Good." He cages me against the stove with his arms and plants a soft kiss on my temple. "Enjoy your shower." I dismiss him.

We sit for breakfast and for a man who just claims 'I can eat' boy can he put away some food. I want to talk to him about my choice to go to school. I feel like I have to include him in my life choices just like I would if this were any regular relationship. I was worried how he would react. Sometimes things seemed to just set him off.

"So I've been thinking about what I am going to do while I am out here...." I sort of left the sentence open for him to ask what ever came to mind.

"I am listening." He arches his eyebrow at me.

"I think I want to go to school." I flinch waiting for a possible blow up.

He puts his fork down on the plate and gives me a blank look. He doesn't look mad so I continue with my thought.

"I have an associate's arts degree in business management. I thought about taking it one step farther and getting my bachelors."

He continues chewing his food but his eyes don't leave mine. I am scared for what he has to say.