Sugar & Spice

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Chapter 37

The next day at work, I replay the night with Marco over again in my head on repeat. Every stroke, sucks, lick, moan, and orgasm floats through my brain. It’s making it hard to concentrate on working. I know some feel like the once you have sex for the first time you just know what it’s going to be like forever, but those people never had sex with Marco. All night, he made sure every inch of my body had been attended to. I came multiple times before he even got off himself and even after that he still had enough stamina to go around round. I don’t know what the man puts in his smoothies every morning, but it must be good for his health. The man barely broke a sweat while I was constantly out of breath.

However, at one point, I did find his weakness. I was on top and was sore as hell so I slowed down and I don’t know what happened, but Marco’s moans grew. His hips bucked and he was a goner. According to him, I’m so tight that the slowness felt like I was literally squeezing him dry. I’d never heard any like that before, but I took it as a fine compliment.

After having sex for a total of 5 hours, we laid together while Marco told me everything he loves about my body. I’d never had a man say the things he said to me before. If I wasn’t caught up before, I damn sure am now.

For the rest of my work shift, I don’t talk to Marco for the simple fact that I honestly don’t know what to say to him. Last night was so amazing and I know it meant something, I just don’t know what. Are me together? Is it casual? I’m too afraid to ask because the answer may not be what I want it to be. Just thinking that lets me know that I do want more with Marco. Do I want sugar baby new? I don’t know. I don’t want him to think that I’ll only say yes to being his sugar baby just to be exclusive with him.

Both confused and happy, I manage to speed through my shift with flying colors. Lately, it’s been a bit difficult with so much on my mind, but today was the first day where I didn’t screw up a drink, drop water or ice, and insult a customer for insulting me. Having good days like this is going to make it so much harder for me leave this place. I just have to keep reminding myself that I need to focus on growth in my future and Marco’s company can provide those things for me.

I just don’t know how I’m going to tell that to Phil. It can be a surprise that one day I’m going to leave, but I don’t how he’s going to take it. He’s been a lot like a father figure to me and has helped me out tremendously so it might hurt him a little.

After work, I stop by a burger place and grab something to eat before heading home. While waiting for my food, I get a text from Marco telling me that he’s going to be a little late because he has to send off some packages. Knowing that he probably hasn’t eaten yet, I go ahead and order him a burger too.

I don’t get home until some time after 10 which is early in bar time. With good and my bag in my hand, I make my way to the apartment door when I see another car pull in. Nothing comes of it until two guys get out of the car dressed in all black. I immediately don’t recognize them from anywhere so right off the back, I know who they do know. Wasting no time, I quickly make my way to the door and with one hand, balancing everything else in the other I try to punch int he code, getting it wrong the first time due to my balancing everything as well as my wellbeing. I hear their steps quickly and I know I won’t have time to unlock the door. I begin thinking the worst when suddenly, one of the ladies in the building comes down the stairs and opens the door. I push her in and manage to close the door just as they would have grabbed me.

“Oh dear!” The woman shouts, stumbling back while also trying to pull me in once she realizes what’s going on.

Huffing and puffing, I watch the guys look at me for a moment before turning around to leave.

“Are you okay, honey?”

I shake my head a bit.

“I don’t know. Those guys were about to attack me.”

“Do you want me to call someone?” She asks, rubbing my arm to comfort me.

“No, I’m going to call my....” Oh, good lord. What should I call Marco at this point. “my friend. I’m going to call my friend.”

“Good. Do you need anything else out of your car? I’ll get one of the guys to walk you out.”

I politely decline and head up to my apartment, reassuring her that I’m okay. Once I’m up a few stairs and out of danger, I calm down a bit and manage to get inside my place without completely sobbing out of shock.

After locking the door, I set everything down and call Marco.

“Hey, I’m about 10 minutes away.”

“Can you hurry, please? I don’t want to be here alone.” My voice cracks a little bit, but I manage to hold back tears.

“What’s wrong?”

“Two guys followed me. They were about to attack me, but a lady in the building saw me and let me in before they could. I don’t know if they followed me from work, but they pulled in right after me.”

Marco doesn’t say anything for a moment, but I can hear his breathing quicken.

“Pack a few bags, you’re gonna come stay at my place.”

I don’t even hesitate.

“Okay. I will. Wait, you don’t have furniture.”

Through his anger, I hear him laugh a bit.

“Sunshine, I’ve had an interior designer furnishing my condo for about a week now. She wasn’t going to be done for a few more days, but I do have furniture.”

“Oh okay. Well, hurry please.”

“I’ll be there in a few, babe. Just calm down. Everything is going to be just fine. I promise.”

When he hangs up, I bring my food into the bedroom and begin packing while I eat. I’m half way through my burger when I hear the lock click. Sticking my head out of the bedroom door, I see Marco come in and when he sees me, he immediately comes down the hall. When I’m within arms reach, he pulls me into a hug.

“I’m sorry I was here.”

“It’s okay. I’m okay. Thanks for letting me come stay with you.”

“You can stay as long as you want.”

I try to ignore the fact that he just basically just implied that I can move in with him. However, I know that is going to be burning in my brain for the next few days. I’m not doing to turn it down though. I don’t feel completely say staying here and I know I can’t keep Marco away from his much nicer, more expensive condo, so I guess in this situation it’s best to be at his place.

While we eat, he helps me back everything I need and by the time we’re through, I have three bags of clothes, all my hygiene products, and electronic needs. He helps me take everything down and when the place is secure, I lock up and leave, not exactly knowing when I’ll be back.

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