STORY: Zoe’s Scribbles – Sugar Baby! Part 5

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It was Friday and I was really excited about the day.

I got to the office early, tidied up my presentation, that took longer than I expected. So much that I didn’t get the chance to get breakfast. Soon it was time for my presentation and I think I did a pretty damn awesome job because the investors closed the deal immediately instead of getting back at us at a much later date.

I handled the deal because I had had the good sense to draw up the contracts earlier which had already been approved by my boss.

After the deal was done, I figured I didn’t have much to the do in the office since I had cleared my desk plus I was planning for some retail therapy.

I was about to inform my boss that I was taking the rest of the day off when I saw my phone blinking.

Tjan: Hey sugar. Heard you killed it today.
Me: Better than that, I closed the deal immediately.
Tjan: Oh wow. Your boss wasn’t exaggerating when he said you’re that good, maybe I should top your salary and get you to work for me.
Me: LMAO. Tempting but naa, being your girlfriend pays better.
Tjan: LOOOOOL. You’re crazy. What are you doing now? You should celebrate your win, you know.
Me: Well, I’m looking at doing some retail therapy. Besides I haven’t shopped in over a year now.
Tjan: Oh wow. I never figured you were the shopping type.
Me: I am. But for a while now, I’ve got other responsibilities so shopping has had to take the back seat.
Tjan: Hmmm… What’s your account number so I can transfer something to you for now.
Me: 2568933145, Zenith Bank. Thank you boo.

I guess he was making the transfer because I didn’t hear from him for a bit. I went into my boss’ office and told him I was taking the rest of the day off because I deserved it. He didn’t argue with that, thankfully.

As I shut my system down and made to leave, I saw the notification signal on my phone. A credit alert of a little over a half a million from Tunde. For me to shop. Alone!!!!

It took everything in me to not scream right there. I quicker ran my fingers across my screen.

Me: Oh my goodness Tunde. That’s… A lot.
Tjan: it’s just for you to shop with. How about you go ahead and do your shopping. My driver will pick you up by 5pm. Wear something nice. But don’t bring a carry-on. You won’t need it.

I sent him about a hundred kiss emojis and flew out of the office.

By the time I was done shopping, needless to say I was exhausted. I barely dragged myself to the bathroom to shower. I applied my makeup and picked something nice to wear.

It was while waiting I realised I hadn’t had anything to eat. Luckily, I had some left over fruits in the fridge. I practically ODed on the pineapples to keep it fresh down there. Soon, the driver was here.

It took a while before I realised we had left the island were headed to the mainland. I tried to ask where we were going to but I got the “it’s a surprise” from the driver.

I decided not to call Tunde because somehow I knew I was in safe hands. I dozed off for a bit and only woke up when the car stopped which was a while because of rush hour traffic. I looked around and saw that we were at the private jet hanger of the airport.

The driver urged me to follow him to one of the jets. I recalled I had read on one of the gossip blogs that Tunde owned a private jet. I began to wonder where we were going to this night. I climbed in and there was Tunde, looking regal in a black suit, holding up a glass of champagne.

I silently gave thanks to the fashion gods that I had picked something incredibly beautiful to complement him.

“Hey superstar, you look beautiful”. I blushed as I took the glass from him.

‘Tunde, where are we going to this night?’ I asked.

“It’s a weekend. I figured you could do with some peace outside Lagos and its craziness plus I recalled you said something about you going everywhere with your passport. Fancy a trip to Accra?” I squealed in delight. Why wasn’t this man single for heaven’s sake?

A man that takes into consideration even the seemingly tiniest detail, what’s not to love?

Before long, we were in the air and I proceeded to give him all the details about my day. I didn’t realise we had been talking for so long till we landed. We got down and a car was waiting by pick us up. We arrived at a beautiful beach house overlooking the sea and I giggled.

This man was definitely ticking all the right boxes. It was too late to eat anything so I went to take a shower. As I came out of the most beautiful bathroom I had ever seen, I saw he had laid a big masculine shirt for me on the bed. The shirt smelled of him and I just wanted to inhale his scent forever. I put it on and joined him in the sitting room where we cuddled, drank wine and watched TV.

I felt his hand cup my boobs while the other found its way into my center. He played with my clit while we were watching The Devil Wears Prada. Before long, we were tearing at each others clothes, the movie, forgotten. He picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and headed for the room. He threw me on the king sized bed with a grunt and ripped the buttons off, the need, evident in his eyes.

I’m not sure when he took off his shorts and put on a condom but I screamed when I dove into me. I was expecting a little for play so it hurt a little when he went in hard. My body clenched as a result and he knew he hurt me. He stopped moving and spoke soothing words into my ear.

I started to relax and he started to move, slowly, increasing his pace as my body reacted to him. Soon, he started to go in hard. Before long, he gave a large grunt as his sperm filled the condom and he rolled over. While I was thinking if that was it, I heard gentle snores from him. I was in shock. That wasn’t what I was expecting. That sex was worse than the worst sex I had ever had. What? I was so pissed off that I rolled to the other side and dozed off.

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