Sugar Baby 30. His Girlfriend

The days went by easily with James. I had been going back and forth, from my place to his. Adriana had emailed me regarding the ending of my contract with James. She did offer me another chance, but I refuse and said that I was done for now. And she didn't push me again, I think she was suspicious of what was going on between James and me. But decided to drop it.

I had just gotten back from campus when he looked at me with his serious expression. This was one of those rare occasions, where he was able to get back early from the office.

"So, how's campus?" He asked me with a bit of uneasiness like he was asking about something else besides that.

"The usual. Why ask differently?"

"I didn't. I just realized something that's all. No worries." But his expression said otherwise.

"Anyway, I got to get back to the office. Just make yourself at home okay. I may be back late at night. I'll text you later, Lorainne." He kissed my cheek and left me alone at his place.

What the hell was that?

He definitely texted me earlier, saying he had a clear afternoon schedule. And that he would spend the day, watching movies with me. Then he called me Lorraine, he never called me that unless he was mad or I was in trouble.

I decided to call Jeremy and spend the afternoon with him and Riley, catching up on my best-man duties.

"So, I'm guessing another trouble in paradise?" Jeremy asked straight away, while we were on our way picking up Riley, to have an early dinner at his favorite bar.

"Sort of, I mean he introduced me to his parents, who are lovely by the way. You would love his mom. His parents are definitely a one-eighty from his personality. They're so warm and hugged a lot, I mean lots." I laughed remembering his mom.

"I thought we were good. He did introduce me as his girlfriend. His mom told me that I'm the first one they ever met." I shrugged, while Jeremy patted my hand.

"But this afternoon he was all weird, like...oh, I just don't know. Maybe I'm wrong. Hopefully, I'm wrong. Just dozed me with some chicken wings and beers then I'm good. Hopefully, he will too." Jeremy laughed at me and told me everything was going to be fine.

"Riley! No more!" I was giggling. Riley kept on handing me shots, as I kept on losing at the pool table. My hands were already sluggish from the beers when we started our game of pool table. My hands' coordination was like a two-year-old.

"Lorraine?" Out of all people that could be seen at a gay bar, it was Richard.

"Wow, Richard! I didn't know you're considering?" Obviously pointing to the gay bar situation.

Then he laughed. "No, no... I'm here with my friends from the club. It's a thing, with them. It's too long to explain." He shrugged and hugged me tightly.

"I missed you, Lor, what are you doing here?" He was definitely eyeing Riley behind me, for explanations.

"Ehm yeah...oh, hey...this is Riley, and his future groom Jeremy, my high school sweetheart. I'm his best-man for their wedding." I grinned at him, definitely absolutely sure, that I was one hundred percent drunk.

Richard was surprised by my explanation but tried to kept it cool. "So, you wanna dance?" He finally asked me.

"Yeah sure, wait I need to get this one down. I lost my bet with Riley." He was shaking his head no in front of me, definitely not liking my intention on dancing with Richard.

But my mind was already blurry, and I was upset with James. I had been waiting days for his free time, I know he had been busy and I had tried to be patient with him. So I was thrilled when he told me about spending the rest of the day with me. But today he was different, there was something off about him.

I thought being his girlfriend would mean something more to him, but it seemed like I was still his toy. The toy that he played with any time he wanted.

Oh, fuck it! It's just a dance.

I was about to take Richard's hand when my waist was grabbed from behind by James.

Wait, when did he get here?

I was looking suspiciously at Jeremy. He had the guilty look on his face. And he also mouthed I love you silently to me.

"Richard, please let go of her hand. She's drunk, and she's coming home with me." His words were cold as ice, but his hand felt hot on my waist.

Very hot.

Though I truly hate James right now, I could never refuse him. There was something in him, that seemed to cloud my judgment.

Damn him.

The ride back home was silent. He didn't say much, I was still drunk. I was wobbly, then he carried me to his place, and help me took off my strappy heels.

"Thank you, James, I..." He was crashing his lips to mine. Roughly. He ripped my top off. He was mad, really mad.

Shit! Hot! So hot! Wet! So wet!

"You are mine." He pulled my hair back and sucked my neck possessively. He took off my bra and sucked my tits one by one roughly, making me moaned hard.

"Richard, do not get to touch what's mine." He pulled me closer to him and squeezed my ass.

"You are not supposed to let him touched you, why? You're my girlfriend. Why?" He looked mad. I pushed him back, I was upset with him.

"You! Don't get to say that. When you treated your girlfriend like a toy that you played with whenever you felt like it. Today was supposed to be our afternoon! You texted, then you looked at me like there was something wrong with me! I asked! But you didn't answer. I knew that there was something wrong."

My eyes started to get teary. I was feeling exposed, with my naked half. I crossed my arms and started crying.

Fuck! Why is this so fucking hard! I love him, this should be a simple thing.

"I...I'm sorry baby. Please don't cry." He hugged me tightly and kissed the top of my head.

"I don't want to cry you big lump!" I smacked his muscled chest. "I want to be happy with you! But you make it hard for me, for us."

"I love you! Okay! I fucking love you too! This is wrong! I'm too old for you baby. I'm twenty years older than you. You deserved someone younger, someone, that would make you happy for a long time." He was walking away from me, running his hand through his thick hair. He sat down on the sofa, his hands covered his face.

I walked to him and sat myself on his lap. I was straddling him, and put my naked chest on his, and rest my face on the crook of his neck, and inhaled his scent.

"I don't want anybody else. I want you. I'm yours. I love you. I could always have an accident and die tomorrow. You never know. So, I'm taking your love. You are mine. We will deal with the consequences later." There, I threw his words back at him.

He was smiling at me.