Sugar Baby 9. The Morning After

I woke up to my alarm, I was alone in my bed. Sunshine peeking from my heavy beige colored curtains.

Was it a dream?

Then I stretched my body, and I start to feel it. The soreness between my legs, I open my eyes and peeked under the covers.

Naked. It wasn't a dream.

Easily the best sex I've had in my entire life and got paid for it.

Paid...

Sugar baby...

Crap!

I got up and tried to focus on the task ahead for today, I took a shower and continued my morning routine. I was heading to the kitchen when I saw the note on the kitchen counter.

The not so innocent kitchen counter. I smiled as I was remembering last night. Gucci guy was an amazing lover.

Morning Lori,

Sorry to leave you without saying goodbye. I can't risk waking you, then being late because I would feel the need to pleasure you in the morning light. That will be for another time.

I've deposited a sum of money into your account through Adriana. She should have everything settle the latest by this afternoon. And please email me your schedule, so I can plan ahead.

Feel free to text me.

James.

I smiled, then frowned within a couple of seconds reading into his note. I never felt so happy than felt like a whore. Slut. Tramp. Easy fix. Cheap thrills.

Crap!

Deep breath. Deep breath.

You can do this.

Taking the note, I crumpled it and threw it in the bin. I quickly get into the elevator and went straight to my car and drive off to campus.

The day passed very very slowly. I daydream a couple of times between classes. Adriana called me around eleven saying that the money had been deposited into my account. I thanked her and tuned out her chatter then hang up. I was in the campus library when I decided to open my laptop and start activating my listing again on eBay.

I must keep on selling my stuff. I was obviously not comfortable being paid for sex, even if the sex was that good.

Damn! It was that good.

Two more handbags were sold. I had to wrap them and gave them to Phil for the courier guy. Oh, Phil...I was going to get the look again from him. I think he knew what was in the packages. But he always respected my privacy.

"Hey Lor, how are you?" Richard suddenly sat in front of me.

"Why?" I answered him lazily.

"Look, I've been a jerk. Okay. You were my girlfriend for more than two years. I was your first. We've got history." He shrugged.

"Yes, you were, for all of those sentences. But we're done. And I do not expect you to be my friend. I like my controlled chaos. I don't want you to add a friend that confuses me along the way. Even my trusted besties left me. So, I'm just dandy by myself. I'll survive."

"Lor, honey."

"No! Don't you fucking honey me." I abruptly shut my mouth, suddenly aware that we were in the campus library. I quickly gathered my things and went outside, Richard trailed behind me.

"Lor, would you listen to me?!" He roughly grabbed my arm, making me winced. His eyes were dark like he was holding something in.

"Let go of me, you know how easily I bruised. You don't want me running to your parents, and telling them that their beloved son abused me right?"

The mention of his parents, made him let go of his hold on me.

"Just leave me alone Richard. I'm not wanted by your parents. And you are a sweet loving son, that respects his parents too much. Unfortunately, that was also the part, that draws me to you. I can't come between you and them. So it's done, Richard. We're done." I stepped in closer to him and stroked his cheek for the last time. He took my hand and kissed it.

"I'm really sorry Lor, I wish I could do something about this. I really do. I missed you. I missed being with you." He finally hugged me and I let him, thinking that he needed this. He needed to say goodbye to me.

He walked me back to my car, and we said our goodbyes. I drive back to my apartment and made myself lunch, then finish off on my school work. I checked on my phone, finding a text from Gucci guy that I was dreading to open.

I sat down on the sofa, gulped down my drink, take a deep breath, and opened his text.

Lori, I'm still waiting for your email. I already texted you my email address. I need your schedule. Oh, and we're having dinner tonight. Just wear something casual. It'll be just us. I'll pick you up at seven. *James.

I browsed my school schedule and send it to him.

Done. School Schedule sent, I don't have a social calendar anymore. I'm good anytime, just probably some school work to do in between. Seven tonight is confirmed. *Lori.

I sighed. At some point I was happy, but on the other, I was disappointed in myself. I took my wine to my bath and relaxed. I winced when I saw my arm. But then I calm down, remembering the desperation in Richard's voice, I was happy that he was miserable.

Maybe it wouldn't come to this if I still have Richard. He would surely support me. He had asked me to move into his townhouse last year. But me and my twisted self refused the idea instantly. I wouldn't last a week, with that arrangement.

I was really not in the mood for tonight. I got out of the bathwater, and decide to pour myself another glass of wine, trying to perk my spirit up. Then I went to my room to get ready, it was six already. I decided to wore a jacket over my black little dress to hide my bruise. Lastly, I put on my makeup and dried my hair.

I looked at my polished looks. Not bad. I decided to pour myself another glass, for more perkiness and wore my Tory flats and save myself from any embarrassment of falling down my heels due to my intoxication. I was giggling now. It was exactly seven, I was considering on my fourth when my door was knocked.