Sugar & Spice

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Chapter 7

Still sitting in my chair completely stunned by Ronan’s request, I wonder if this a just some sick joke. I don’t understand how he can sit there and pretend like this is just everyday conversation. Did he really expect me to be okay with this?

I’m at a complete loss for words right now. The room is so silent that I can hear laughing coming from the main room which is at least two halls away. Ronan is sitting there eating his food as if he just said that it’s raining right now. No, he wants me to be at his beck and call for money.

“I think I should go.” I slowly stand and grab my things. Ronan puts his fork and knife down before standing.

“I wish you would stay, but if you wish to leave then I have to respect that. I know all of this is a lot to take in, but please consider my offer. Sleep on it a little and let me know. I promise you under this agreement we won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

When I look up into his eyes, they seem more sincere than before. I want to think he’s just straight up lying, but a part of me actually believes him. God, if Blaire were here she’d slap me and tell me to stop being stupid. I wouldn’t blame her either. I’m standing here with this man who wants me to be a sugar baby and I haven’t slapped him or stomped his foot in self-defense as he holds my upper arm in his large hand. A hand that I thought about being all over my body just last night and now...well now I still wish for the same thing, but it’s wrong. However, deep down inside, I’m so intrigued by the thought. I’m guilty of being curious.

“I’ll think about it.” I mumble, nodding my head.

“Thank you. That’s all I ask.”

I nod again and as I’m turning to leave, Ronan gives my arm a small squeeze.

“Actually, I have one more request. You may say no if you want.”

I sigh and wait. Anything can’t be worse than what he just asked me while sitting at that table.

“May I kiss you goodnight?”

Seriously? One minute he’s asking me to do something so immoral and now he’s asking for a simple kiss to seal the evening. My mind screams for me to say not. Blaire’s voice in my head screams for me to run, but my body remains in the same place. I’m on the fence about putting my lips on his no matter how soft they look. My desire for him is one I can’t understand. He is significantly older than I am, but the mere deepness of his voice sends a chill down my spine. The grey streaks in his hair should be a turnoff, but in my mind, it’s just a sign of his maturity and experience. I can’t only imagine just how much experience he has.

So what do I do?

“Ronan, I...” I’m about to say no, but it won’t come out. I can’t even let it roll off of my tongue because I want him to kiss me so badly. So instead of saying no, I just lick my bottom lip and look up into his eyes.

His hand comes up and gently cups my jaw, trailing his thumb back and forth over my warm skin. Inch by inch, he leans down, invading the space between us. When he’s so close that I can barely breathe, I close my eyes and wait.

I expect it to be a short and sweet kiss, but boy, I was wrong. When Ronan kisses me, it’s like floodgates burst open inside of me. His tongue wastes no time finding mine as he commands every part of my attention. I clench my thighs together as my insides awaken. Without even trying, I press my body against his and he groans. His mouth is firm and controlling and it takes a lot to keep up with him seeing as I’m a little rusty in the kissing department. Thankfully, I manage to keep up even after my breath hitches twice and his hands squeezing my hips as if he’s itching to lift me off of my feet. This man is making hard to let go of a chance to spend time with him, but I can’t. I can’t take money in exchange for technically my body. I just can’t...or can I?

When Ronan pulls away, I know without looking that my lips are probably ink and slightly swollen from the force of his kiss. My breathing is heavy and my panties are damp. If he wanted to leave a lasting impression on me then he should pat himself on the back because he most definitely has.

“Good night, Lina. Please, think about my offer.” His eyes slow a glint of concern that I’m going to say no and I should say no, but no matter how many times I acknowledge that it still hasn’t come out of my mouth.

“I will, Ronan. Thank you for dinner.”

He lets me loose and I open the door to leave. Ronan stands at the door as watches as I walk down the hall. I’m about to round the corner when I stop. Looking back at Ronan, I smile.

“Just in case we don’t see each other again, my name is Malina.”

“Malina. Beautiful name to match a beautiful woman.”

The corner of my mouth turns up as I leave. He’s making it so hard to say no.

When I arrive home, Blaire is still out so I quickly undress and shower away an evidence of perfume and fancy hair. By the time I get out, Blaire is walking through the front door. Walking to the kitchen with a towel around me and my hair piled into a towel, I pop a pizza in the oven seeing as I didn’t really eat on my date.

“What the hell are you doing home this early?”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you that I’m off today and tomorrow. A mini vacation for me.”

“Lucky bitch. My feet are killing me, but I made good tips. What have you been doing all day?” She asks as she kicks off her shoes.

“Nothing much. Just relaxed a bit. Mental health kind of day.” I shrug.

“That’s good. You need it. I’m glad you’re getting to relax.”

“Me too.”

On the inside I’m anything but relaxed. In the back of my mind, there is nothing but thoughts of Ronan kissing me. Heck, in the shower, I had to fight not to get myself off. I refused since I’m so conflicted about his offer that I don’t need to associate him with me masturbating. That would cloud my judgment.

As my pizza is cooking, I go to my room and throw on a pair of bow shorts and an old classic rock t-shirt that doubles as a nightgown. When Blaire gets out of the shower, we flock to the living room and watch a few movies while eating. The only problem is, I don’t remember anything about the movie because I’m too busy thinking about Ronan. I think about him so much that I can’t even focus on being about Blaire. Halfway through the second movie, I fake sleepy and go to bed.

In the pitch blackness of my bedroom, I lay there listening to the hum of my fan while holding my phone to my chest. I want to talk to him and just see what he’s doing. Is he sitting around, drinking whiskey on ice? If he thinking about me? How have I become so attached to this man is such a short time considering his less than pleasing offer. Actually, the longer I lay here, the less unpleasant it sounds. Ronan doesn’t seem like a bad person to spend time with. He says it’s just weekends and maybe a few short trips. He didn’t say sex and he said I didn’t have to do anything that makes me uncomfortable. I’m still very skeptical, but less skeptical than before. I’ve never even known anyone who is a sugar baby. How do I know what do to? How do I know I’m being paid enough. God, this sounds so wrong, but here I am actually contemplating it just to be near Ronan.

All of a sudden, my phone vibrates against my check and I jump. I fumble with my phone for a second before taping the screen. I can’t read the message until my eyes adjust to the screen brightness. However, when my vision becomes clear, my eyes widen at the text.

I know this may sound inappropriate considering, but I can’t stop thinking about you Malina. During dinner, I wanted nothing more than to slip my hand between your thighs. After that kiss, I drove home rock hard for you. If we never meet again, I just want you to know that you have an undeniable effect on me.

I whimper softly, laying the phone back on my chest. I can’t believe he said that. I can’t believe I made him feel all of those things. I can’t believe I’m turned on right now.

Lifting the phone back up and slowly type a message that isn’t a yes, but it’s a no to his offer. I don’t know my answer yet, but I know I want to see him again. I hit send and stare at my reply.

We will meet again.

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