Sugar Daddy

10

John's POV:

"Mother, listen to me." I've been exhausting my energy for the past hour attempting to calm my mother down. "She must've just gotten cold feet or last minute jitters. It happens. . . There's still time for her to make it to the event."
"Well then make sure she gets here." My mother ordered before hanging up.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." I mumbled to myself while pulling on my hair.
"Excuse me, sir?" My assistant hesitated at my door.
"Sylvia," I motioned for her to enter. "Please come in, I've been meaning to apologize to you after what happened the other night."
"It's quite alright, I only knocked because your sister is here to see you."
"Great." I huffed. "Send her in." Putting on my best fake smile, I watched my sister walk in.
"Hey big bro, heard your date was arriving today so I came to take her out for mani-pedi's." she smiled, looking around my office. "Where is she?" her smile fell slightly.
"She never got on the plane."
"What? Why?"
"I don't know. I haven't spoken to her." I shrugged. "I have nothing to say to her."
"Well, talk to her and figure out what's going on. Only two days until the event, you know."
"Yes, yes, I know. If everyone would just stop reminding me about it!" I shouted, scaring both myself and my sister. I've officially gone off the deep end.
"Okay. . ." she trailed off. "Seriously, get your shit together." And with that, she grabbed her purse and practically ran out of my office.
"Sir?" My assistant came back in.
"Yes, Sylvia?"
"Forgive me if I'm intruding, but if your scheduled date doesn't show up, I would like to offer to be the substitute date." she paused, shrugging. "Your mom already knows me and the paparazzi won't know me or have any way of figuring out who I am, so. . ." she shrugs again. "Just think about it, okay?"
"I will." I nodded, and I honestly would. My assistant smiled and her heels clicked back to her desk.

Grabbing my cell, I realized I had a phone call that desperately needed to be made. "Hey, it's me. I need to talk to you about someone." I spoke into my phone, running my fingers over my stubbled chin.

Mika's POV:

"Don't you have to go to work?" I whined.
"I do, but work isn't as much fun as you are." Michael said, kissing my shoulder.
"Well, I think we've had enough fun to tie you over until your shift ends." I giggled, hoping he would get the hint.
"Ah, I see. You use and abuse me." he laughed. "No, but seriously, you're right." he stood up and began putting on his clothes. "I will go to work, spend the night at home, and come back tomorrow morning." he kissed my head and as I was about to object he said, "Have a good night, see you tomorrow morning!" And before I could even blink, my front door was slammed closed.
"Fuck." I mumbled to myself.

Burying my head in my pillow, I jumped up with this random burst of energy and flung everything off my bed. Pillow cases, sheets, and blankets flew around me in all types of directions. I wanted to rid the smell of him out of my apartment as soon as humanly possible. Throwing on some sweats and a tank, I headed down to the laundry room and probably put in too much soap, but I didn't want any trace that he was ever in my bed. I sat on top of the washing machine as the vibration soothed me and scrolled through social media.

"Hey!" Sacha appeared on my screen, I decided to FaceTime her. "Wait, why are you in your laundry room? I thought you were going to change your mind about the whole 'not going' thing."
"Ha, told you she wouldn't go, you owe me five bucks." A redhead appeared next to Sacha then disappeared.
"Who was that?"
"Uh, my uh, girlfriend." she said, blushing.
"What happened to finding a new Sugar Daddy?"
"Well, now I found a Sugar Mommy." she smirked. "Believe it or not, she's twenty years older than us."
"Wow, I hope to look that good when I'm her age."
"I know right. So, anyways, why didn't you change your mind and go?"
"I just couldn't do it." I looked down. "There was just something inside me saying 'don't go.'" I shrugged.
"For fucks sake, you may have just ruined whatever you had with him."
"Doesn't matter." I paused, running my thumb across my bottom lip. "So, remember Michael Porter from high school?"
"Diamond's bitch, yeah, what about him?"
"They got divorced, but anyways, I ordered Italian last night and he delivered it to me and I invited him and we caught up and we kind of. . . Had sex." I mumbled the last part.
"You had sex with him?"
"All night last night and all day today and up until about an hour ago." I laughed. "He was so good Sacha, you have no idea."
"What about John?"
"He's never going to speak to me again so he's pretty much old news."
"Old news that you were ready to drop everything for." Sacha said, agitated.
"Please stop judging me about this." I begged. "We've all done things we wish we could take back."
"Then go to him! Get on the damn plane and go!" Click.

Fuck you Sacha. I sat, my ass vibrating while my clothes washed, thinking if I could actually go to John and makes things right. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

John's POV:

"Yes, that's all. Thank you for your time." Click.

Let's see what Mika is really going to be up to since she chose to blow me off. I can play your little game too, sweetheart. No more nice guy.