LUCKY |Modern Sugar Daddy AU|

Interruption

**warning: ladies, we're about to get pounded! and it's going to get a little rough. If you do not understand the difference between abuse and inflicting pain for pleasure, don't read this! please! understand kinks before you read stories with them. I'm not here to make anyone think actual physical abuse is okay. anyways, enjoy ;)  this might be my fav chapter

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Waking up in Kylo's empty bed was always disappointing. You wondered if you'd ever wake up to find that he was still there, hair splayed out against his pillow, lips parted while he took slow deep breaths in his sleep. 

You stretched your arms above your head, relishing the feel of the warm sheets, and sat up slowly, blinking the sleep from your eyes. A faint rumbling vibrated through the air and you reached for your phone on the nightstand, but what sat next to it made you pause. A note. The first note you'd woken up to from him. You snatched it up quickly and a silver object fell from it's folds, bumping your leg before landing on the mattress. A key. 

The note read:

Be here when I get back. About 6. 

Wear the red one. 

- K

You smiled at his initial, a big, dramatic cursive K with loose loops. His handwriting was neat and small, all in cursive. You stared at it until you remembered your phone. It was already 10. And Ivy had texted you. 

V: I hope you're up because I'm walking to Outskirt for breakfast. Get out of Kylo's bed and I'll buy you a cinnamon roll!! 

And a second one:

V: Wake up! Pls I'm starving! Did you have crazy sex?? If so, you must be RAVISHED

You're phone vibrated again. A third text: 

V: Nothing a cinnamon roll can't fix

You chuckled and pushed to the edge of your bed, toes touching the dark wooden floor. 

Jesus Christ, I'm up, I'm up.

You pressed send and searched the floor for your dress, finding it at the end of the bed in a wrinkled heap. Fuck. Breakfast in your thousand dollar Gucci dress? It was your only option. 

You got ready quickly, brushing your teeth and hair in the bathroom and making Kylo's bed as neatly as you could, before slipping on your heels and hurrying out the door and down the elevator. The sun was out, a rare occurrence during Boston's winter, and you savored the warmth against your pale face. Your heels clicked against the concrete as you strode in the direction of Outskirt Cafe. You got a few odd glances, all of them judgmental, at your outfit, off the shoulder dress from last night and Ivy's silver pumps. Your hair was messy too, the curls halfway gone, your baby hairs untamed. You were the definition of walk of shame, minus the actual embarrassment. You didn't give one fuck.

Your aching feet were relieved when the front of the Cafe came into sight, and you walked faster practically jogging, desperate to sit down and eat. When you walked through the door you spotted Ivy immediately, sitting criss cross on the tan couch, your regular spot. She dropped her jaw at the sight of you and threw her head back laughing.