They say they named her sugar because she was so sweet, But she believes it's because she's the easiest and deadliest addiction. Sugar Adams, 24-year old, Daughter and most prized possession of Dwayne "Black" Adams, is the forbidden fruit and must a...
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Rolling over groggily, I covered my eyes from the bright peeking sunlight that made its way through the curtains, groaning with all remembrance of the night before.
"Sug," I called, sleepily, running my fingers through my hair as I sat up. "Sugar!" No response.
Rolling my eyes I threw the covers over my legs, sliding my Sweatpants over my legs and making my way down the long hallway, smelling my way into the kitchen.
"Good morning," Sug greeted, her back still turned to me. She didn't have shit on except a Tee shirt and A bonnet and she still managed to look sexy as fuck over a stove, cookin' shit up just like a wife should.
"Mornin'," I snakes my arms around her waist, nuzzling my face in her neck before pecking it. "What ya fine ass whippin' up so early in the mornin'?"
Sug smiled, biting her lip softly before sliding two chocolate chip pancake onto each plate. "Just a lil somethin'. I knew you was gone be hungry the way you was fuckin' me last night I took it ya energy was gone, big boy." I smirked, chuckling before smacking her ass.
"Ain't that cute?" I said, making my way over to the other side of the island and sipping the orange juice Sug had already prepared for me. She already knew all the shit I liked, which I loved.
"Cute? Cute is for lil girls."
"Ain't that what you is?" I chuckled, cutting into my pancake as she slid a cheese omelette onto my plate, followed by bacon.
"Real funny, E. If I was, that would make yo ass a pedophile. That's what you wanna be?"
Chewing my pancake I took another swing of my orange juice, smirking. Sug likes to play games, so I play along. Scratching the tip of my nose, I shook my head.
"I'm 42, shorty. You 24. I'm twice ya age."
"And?"
"And we've had this conversation plenty times, ma. One too many. We do what we do and that's it. Don't be lookin' into turnin' this into no relationship."
As expected, Sug frowned. I sighed, dropping my fork onto my plate. Here we go.
Apart of me hated that because Sug was so young, she didn't get where I was coming from. Another part of me hated that a part of me felt some type of way for shorty, but because of who her father was and where my loyalty lies, what we got is all it'll ever be. I'm not husband material no way, and I'm good where I'm at; by myself and getting to this bread. I've never wanted a baby, and fuckin' numerous bitches ain't my style. I'm low with my shit, and Sug understands—when she wants to, anyways.
Besides what drug dealin' nigga you know really takes the time to settle down? All that shit for the birds, I'm just enjoying myself.
"Whatever, E. I'm not gone push it, just remember you the one that came over here last night pretendin' you was checkin' In on me cause my daddy asked you to. We all know you came over here to fuck." She rolled her eyes, placing all of the items she cooked with back.
