Sugar Daddy✔️

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MY LOWER BACK ACHES LIKE I HAD A TRACTOR RUN OVER IT AND I HAVE NO CLUE WHY. In honesty, never have I ever slept in a bed this soft, yet never have I also had such an restive sleep. This is all due to the fact that apparently, my brain is not concerned about my wellbeing nor health.

Instead of manufacturing sweet dreams like normal brains are supposed to, all it did was replay that scene repeatedly in my head so that I ended up getting exactly two hours of rest. Sadly, when you are Adannaya, two hours just cannot suffice.

After a sleep-starved and deprived night however, I must say that I have a well in-depth analysis of last night. In bold, clear words client Eric—and yes I will be calling him client from now on as there is now a salient need to establish professional boundaries and official business relationships—must have been drunk last night. Or maybe he was high and so is the reason why he thought my head was a teddy bear that needed to be kissed.

I know it seems like I am overreacting, (I probably am) as he has given me a peck on the the cheek and head before. But that was in the presence of his parents, and his only intention was to put on a show. The kiss was not in a secluded area and neither was it as intimate as yesterday.

In fact if I can recall correctly, he touched my head more softly than before at the chief's mansion and the act was seemingly more genuine in the sense that, a larger diameter of his lips spread over my skin.

"Aaargh!" I scream into my pillow, not caring like I normally would if the hotel washed their sheets thoroughly or not. "You've really gone mad Ada. Really? The diameter of his lips? Did you measure it?" I slap my cheeks repeatedly, trying to rid myself of the stupidity that has clearly hijacked my senses.

When it becomes obvious that I cannot stop myself from going over every single detail and reasoning why what happened did happen, I force myself out of bed and head towards my bag to gather my toiletries with hopes that cold bath will bring me back to myself afterwards.

My eyes are still puffy and red when I stare at the mirror and I sigh, knowing my client would have to see me looking like a sick chicken. Even worse is the fact that I would be facing him again after hiding away in my room while he brought in my luggages last night. I had been too embarrassed to say anything else to him, even when he wished me a good night. Well, at least my back pain is mostly gone.

Just don't fool yourself when you see him. I think as I hop into the bathroom and scrub myself throughly. My extreme hatred for body odours reminds me to take my time while washing all the stale sweat and dirt off my body vigorously.

Two hours tick away quickly by the time I am done with dressing and halfway finished with applying my makeup. Concealer appears to be my best friend as it does its job perfectly while I apply and dab at every dark spot I find underneath my eyes with my brush. When I am through, I smile at myself in satisfaction. The tiredness that was written on my face before has thankfully vanished into thin air.

I rummage through my suitcase to find the nylon bag still holding my wig and then spend way longer than I should contemplating whether I should wear it or not. Who knows if he would take my dressing up the wrong way? He may think that I am suddenly ready to throw myself at him just because he paid me minimal attention. Not forgetting it would be contradicting after I made it indirectly clear that I was not interested in dating him.

You idiot Adannaya. I berate myself internally. It would be fully my fault if he decides to hold my words against me. Sometimes I can't help but wonder why I have such a big mouth that just won't shut close when it is supposed to. One of these days, it is sure guaranteed to put me in trouble.

In the end after getting worked up over nothing, I secure on my wig while concluding that I don't care what anyone thinks about what I wear or do.