BETWEEN Soph and Abs

Chapter 4

"Would you like to order the drinks first?" The lady who directed me to the table is still here, now asking us. I think she's asking us eventhough her eyes is directed to LLS. 

"I'll have an Americano." Oh so deep. The voice I mean. 

She finally turns her head towards me when I'm still smitten by his voice. 

"What about you, Miss?" She asks when I was still smitten by him. 

"Oh. Erm. Just water." I have to play the role of a 19 year old that needs money hence this baby sugar attempt. I've thought long and hard about this scene last night, not wanting to screw up even if the guy ends up to be a fat, tall guy. 

"Would you like to order something else?" She's back to LLS again after giving me a simple nod to my water request. 

"No, thank you." He gives her a smile which she nods and walks away. This is definitely different that what I'm imagining. I thought my sugar daddy is going to be a cold, rich guy that I normally read in the romance novels. But this one smiles to me and the waitress. 

"I have to be somewhere else in 30 minutes so let's do this quick." He glances at his wrist watch while saying it to me. 30 minutes? Really? If you know you only have 30 minutes why won't you just reschedule to some other time that allow us to stay a bit longer? Don't give me some business meeting bullsh*t because you.are.not.wearing.a.suit! So there is no way there's a meeting after this! 

I'm already a psycho girlfriend hm?

"I'd appreciate it if you can arrive on time if you decide to proceed with this arrangement," he looks at me as I quickly take a look at the watch. Sh*t. I'm 30 minutes late.

It's not my fault that I have to spend 15 minutes looking for a parking spot. And I'm just trying to be a 19 year old, being few minutes late and all. 

"Sorry, I could't find a parking just now." I say it slowly. He nods, "Next time just use the valet."

"Sure if the money is good." His brows furrow hearing me blurted those words. Is he judging me? Duh, of course I'm a gold digger. I'm a 19 year old student who's looking for a sugar daddy. Of course money is a problem for me. How would you expect a student who have student loans to pay for the luxurious valet, duh. 

"Is 4 grand a month good enough for you?" My eyes grow hearing the question. What?! Four grand? A month? Sh*t, I should have done this during my student years! 

But I was so smart I didn't have to worry about money. The company I'm currently working with paid for my tuition fees and monthly allowance besides providing me a job once I graduated. But still, four grand! 

"I guess." I'm trying to play it cool so he won't see my excitement. There's a chance I can get the pay to be higher if I play it cool. Right?

"Good. We will do this for-" he wants to continue but I interrupted, "Can I tell you about my preferences first?"

He grunts, probably annoyed at my interruption. But he nods afterwards. 

"I have classes from Monday to Friday. So can we do this on weekends? Just weekends." I have my kids from Monday to Friday, can't be a sugar baby when I have my real babies at home, can I? Also, I have a real job from 8-5. 

I've mentioned this during my session with Veronica but I'm highlighting it, afraid if he's unaware of it. The last thing I'd want is a misunderstanding and a law suit for this. 

He nods again, "Can you make it if I set the time from 7pm Friday to 7pm Sunday?" 

Wow he's truly an understanding man. I love him already! 

Wait. Not love. Like. I mean like. I like him already! 

"Yes but every first weekend of the month, I have activities that I signed up for extra curricular." It's actually my weekend with my boys. Every month, I'd get the first weekend, Dean gets the other weekends. 

"Okay. But we will only do this for 3 months." What do you mean? 

"And after that we stop seeing each other?" 

"Yes."

"Oh. May I know why?"

"I don't do this more than 3 months." Wow, where did that come from? Arrogant as f. I don't do this more than 3 months? Pffftttt. 

So what? You have a different girl every 3 months? 4 girls a year? What number am I? How long have you done this? 

But honestly if I were as good looking as him, able to offer 4 grand a month to a girl, I'd do the same. Why stick to one when I can have 4 a year.

"I seek punctuality so I'll give you a car during this 3 months." Punctuality, ouch. Is he trying to tease me for the 30minutes late? But WHAT? A car? Say whaaaaaat? 

"I have my own car." I finally say, eventhough I'm dying to accept it. I bet it's way better than Abby's 20 year old Civic. 

He looks at me annoyed, probably not used to his baby saying no. Typical arrogant billionaire w*****d protagonist.

"You can get more if you don't defy me, Miss Grey. I suggest you accept it." The way he says it as if it's the final word. So I shut up. 

"I've read your limits on your profile, we will stay within the limits." His hazel eyes are really captivating. Limits? Yeah I do remember I tick a lot of boxes. b**m, definitely a no. Public s*x, voyeur, group s*x, oh god, the list continues. Let's just say I keep it to vanilla and maybe a little hand tie and blindfolds. But that's it, nothing kinky. 

The drinks arrive when his phone rings. He takes a glance and taps Reject. "I need to leave in 10 minutes."

"Can I ask a question?" I hesitate a bit, considering he seems to be in a rush.

"Spill." 

"What's your name?"

"Just address me as Mr Sinclair." You want me to shout Mr Sinclair when you make me come? 

"You get to know my full name but I only get Mr Sinclair?"

"Yes, you only get me." I rolled my eyes, he's totally twisting my words.

"You know what I mean." I roll my eyes and take a sip of my water as he smirks. 

"I pay good money for confidentiality Miss Grey. I'd like to remain it that way these 3 months." He sounds so serious. 

"If you want it that way, sure Mr Sinclair." Mr SIN-clair. 

The phone rings again but this time he picks it up, "I'll be there in 20." That's all he said before he hung up. 

"I need to leave now. See you next Friday." He stands up, only now I realize he's too tall for me. I asked for 6feet, this is not 6feet. This is a giant-feet! 

"I hope you accept my proposal, Abigail." My heart blooms hearing this. Butterflies and bees are buzzing in me hearing him call my name that way, so deep. 

Do this tall, broad shoulder guy have tall, broad c0ck too though? 

Because that's one hella thing that's relevant to support me becoming an i***t I am now.