Midnight Desire

Sugar and secrets

Five

Anabel

I flagged down a taxi as soon as I was out of the club. I didn't need to check the address of where I was going as I had it in my head. I hadn't needed to pick the call either as there was only one thing that it could have meant: my presence was needed immediately.

I recited the address to the driver as I would say a memory verse and leaned back on the seat as he nodded and continued driving.

I didn't know how I felt as we got nearer to my destination. I was tired and would love to sleep and yet, I was eager to see the person who had called me out.

The way our relationship had started was weird but I no longer found it as such. didn't know how to explain it but it was beginning to be cool.

The taxi stopped and I paid the driver, breathing in hard as I stepped out of the car. I knew what was about to happen. It was almost the same thing that happened anytime that I was called over and yet, I was as nervous as the first day that I ran into him.

I breathed in and moved towards the house. I walked up the long staircase to the door. I didn't have to knock. It was unlocked already. I pressed my hand down on the knob and walked in.

He was there seated on an armchair facing the door and his eyes zoomed immediately on mine when he saw me.

"Welcome home, dear." He smiled at me.

I didn't respond and moved forward, walking towards him. He might think that my place was home but it wasn't to me. Home was with my grandma where I would rather be at the moment but I was here against my wishes, called out by the agreement that I had signed.

"Won't you answer me, Anabel?" He asked.

I sighed. "I am tired and would rather have gone home."

"You should have told me that. This is why I want you to quit your job and stay here with me."

I snorted. As if I would stay at home and be his always available f**k maid.

He heard my snort and frowned. "What is the problem? You know you can always tell me anything, Anabel."

I kept quiet. As if that had worked the last time that I had tried it. The day I had told him I was tired, I had walked out of the club after my shift to see a car and a driver waiting for me to take me to his place. I had learned that day that he was not to be argued with. He wanted what he wanted when he did and never made any compromise.

"Would you have listened?"

"I would." He stood, walked up to where I was and pulled me into his arms. "What do you think that I was?"

"My sugar daddy." I said without hesitation. I had met him at a party and he had asked me out. He had an allure that I liked and I had agreed to go out soon with him. Even though he was older than I was and never promised me anything beyond pleasure in between the sheets, I didn't mind but I started to as time went on.

I craved more than what he had to offer me and I couldn't leave because of the contract I had signed, even though I loved the huge money I got from him.

I had made an agreement with him that I wasn't going to tell anyone of the relationship with me, I wasn't going to cheat on him and I wasn't going to break up with him without any tangible reason. If I wanted to leave the relationship, I had to draw up a contract to nullify our agreement or wait for two years.

I didn't think that I was ready to spend the money I was trying to save up on to start a business on a lawyer and have one know of the mess I had gotten myself into. I had just few months to two years and then I could tell him that I wanted to break up with him. I could wait for that even though I was tired of the form of relationship I had with him.

I didn't know exactly what type of relationship I wanted but I wanted more than I wanted at the moment. I had never had a relationship as I was busy studying and working to fend for me and my grandmother while I was growing up that I had never experienced what it felt to have a real relationship but deep down, I knew it was more than what I had at the moment.

I had lost my virginity to a boy on prom night just to not have my friends tease me and blend in with them but it wasn't about love.

"Ouch, Anabel." He winced and looked hurt.

"What else am I to call you?" I asked. "We are not exactly in a relationship."

"But we have something going on with us." He explained. "Saying that I'm your sugar daddy makes it sound as if I use you for your body and you want me for my money."

Wasn't that what it was? There was hardly a day that he called that we didn't have s*x. I didn't think we had ever talked this long after my arrival. He was always waiting with his d**k hard and aching for me that he took me the moment I stepped into the house.

We never walked out together, ate together or did anything couples do together except f**k our minds out when we saw each other and he thought that we were more than a sugar daddy and a sugar girl.

"It might not be like that but we aren't exactly a couple." I replied.

I sighed, knowing that what I was about to say wasn't going to be funny to him. I didn't know how else I was going to say it though.

"I want a break." I blurted out.