Sugar Daddy Chronicles

Was It All A Dream?

Do you like the old cover? I do ;) I didn't really want his face to show on the cover because we all picture Mr. M differently- but just like all the previous men, he's a good candidate.

I wake up to my alarm blaring in my ear. I grumble and hit the snooze button fast, I hate getting up.....

I'm startled by my alarm telling me that my snooze time is up. Instead of hitting the snooze button again I decide that I might as well get up because then I can eat longer. As i shuffle my way to my bathroom my toe slams itself on the door jam. I curse loudly and hold my foot for a second before hobbling the rest of the way to my shower.

While in, I decide to wash my hair because I guess I was just too lazy to wrap it last night.

Last night....

'Oh shit!' I bolt out of my shower with soap still in my hair only to look at an empty bed. I open my bedroom door and find my living room and kitchen empty as well. As I walk back to my shower, I start to question my sanity.

'Was last night real? Yeah it was, I'm sore as hell.' My body is my proof. I have to stretch out a good couple of times under the warm water to loosen up my muscles. 'It's a great thing I'm already on birth control or I'd be scrambling for a Plan B.' I'm not exactly sure if he came inside of me but it's good to know that I have protections already in place.

Once out of the shower, I immediately blow dry my hair. Thank goodness for the perm, my hair is relatively straight and I can pull it into a nice ponytail after I'm finished putting on my clothes.

Standing in my towel, I stare at my clothes deciding on what to wear before mentally slapping myself. It's an 8am summer class- why is this even a debate? I'm going for comfortability.

I shuffle around for a couple of more minutes gathering my books and such for class before settling it all near the front door. Once in the kitchen I choose to make a quick SEG (Sausage, Egg, Cheese) sandwich for myself. It's not until I'm seated and eating that I notice the little white card on the counter.

I had a great time this weekend.

~ Marceles

I flip the card over to find that this man left me his business card. It has his office phone number, email, and the company's name. Apparently Mr. M is the Senior Vice President of his company, even at his age it's impressive. Guys that high up on the corporate ladder are normally in their late 50's.

I place the card down and finish up my breakfast. No need in contacting him or over thinking about it. The weekend is over and I have classes/work to keep myself busy.

By Wednesday I caved.

Internal

'One call won't be that bad, I mean he DID leave his contact information....

But what if he just didn't want to write on a napkin?

CONTACT. INFORMATION.

Fine. What would I say? And what would I say on his voicemail if he doesn't answer?

......Hi? It's the girl you met last weekend? Remember? We were slow grinding at the club on Friday, the next day you fingered me in a bookstore, then I gave you a hand job at that one restaurant, and THEN we finished the night off at my apartment.
.....Where you slowly tortured me until I begged for an orgasm.

I can't call him.

No, I most definitely can't.'

My phone going off interrupts me from my internal rant, I've been staring at my homework for the longest of time. I answer without looking at the caller ID, why would I when not a lot of people call me.? It's a pleasant surprise wherever someone actually decides to call in the first place, so many people text.

"Hello?"

"Phoebe! Hey! Whatcha doing this weekend?"

I can't help but feel slightly disappointed. "Working."

Of course in true bestfriend style, Ross ignores me. "Are you working Friday or Saturday night? I was thinking that we should go to that club again." He says with hope full in his voice.

No way in hell am I telling him that I have Saturday night off. "Can't. I'm working. Besides, the only reason we got in was because of Mr.- my date at the time."

"Ask him if he can do it again! Duh." Ross has always been so simple minded. It's great when getting to the bottom line of things.

"He left town on Sunday." I actually don't know when he left but I know he left my bed Sunday night. Only I will never get into those type details with Ross.

"Ah well. Did I tell you about Sherry? She was frisky-" I hang up on him.

I love Ross but no way in hell am I hearing about his sex life. Especially when I'm still pondering my own.

I yelled at him Monday night about spiking my drink and all he said, "Sorry. I thought that they had the same alcohol levels. Plus you really didn't seem to mind."

I left it alone and told him to never do it again. I had Mr. M and honestly I enjoyed every second with that man.

'Damn. That's really the most fun I've had in a while, now that I think about it.'

Sigh. I get back to my homework in a gloomy mood.

Thursday passes by rather quickly because I had to work and go to classes. Friday night I find myself excited for work and I don't know why. My brain is trying to tell my body to calm down but the message isn't getting through.

I take extra care with my make-up and I decide to lightly curl the bottom of my hair so that it looks nicer than the bone straight style.

Maybe tonight'll be interesting.

This is shit y'all. I want to write more but Aunt Flow is visiting and I stabbed the bitch with some scissors. Now I'm left with a bloody massacre.

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