The Last Night with My Sugar Daddy Chapter 01

The Last Night with My Sugar Daddy Chapter 01

Chloe’s POV
In the early hours of the morning, my sugar daddy, Julian Vance, called and told me to deliver ultra-thin condoms to him.
Staring at my rain-soaked clothes, his voice was hoarse.
“Fuck, who told you to be this obedient?”
I handed the bag to Julian, who was leaning against the door.
“The 0.01mm ones you asked for.”
As he reached out to take it, he deliberately brushed his slightly calloused thumb over my knuckles, a seductive smile swimming in his eyes.
“She isn’t here yet. Why don’t we use them first?”
While I stood there in a daze, he let out a chuckle.
“Just teasing you!
“I’ve arranged a blind date for you next Wednesday. You’ve been with me for so many years, and I don’t want to do you wrong.
“You’ll go, right?”
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Julian sounded like he was asking, but his eyes carried a hint of careless intimidation.
This wasn’t about not wanting to do me wrong.
He was clearly afraid that his first love would find out about our relationship after she returned to the country, so he wanted to dispose of me before then.
My curled fingertips suddenly tightened.
I forced myself to stay calm and looked up.
“Just send me the address.”
He frowned imperceptibly, but only for a fleeting second.
Rainwater dripped from the ends of my hair onto my collarbone, so cold it made me shiver.
“It’s getting late, I should get going.” I spoke with a tremble.
“Wait!”
Julian walked into the living room, and when he came back out, he had a Burberry shawl in his hands.
He wrapped me up tightly, leaving only my misty eyes exposed.
In my fluster, I looked up to thank him, only to crash into his suddenly darkened gaze.
“Don’t leave tonight?” He said suddenly.
I froze for a moment.
“Isn’t someone else coming…”
“You actually fucking believed that?”
He pressed his knuckles against the top of my head, his tone laced with a hint of impatient irritation.
“Do you think I’m some fucking promiscuous scumbag?
“All these years, who else has been by my side besides you?”
I was carried to the bed by Julian.
In the midst of our passion, he leaned down and whispered in my ear.
“This is our last time.
“Serena is coming back.
“I don’t want her to suspect our relationship, so be a good girl and go on that blind date.”
He finally told the truth.
Resentfully, I bit down hard on his shoulder.
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Julian’s stamina was simply astonishing.
It wasn’t until the morning mist seeping through the gap in the curtains turned white.
That he finally ended this battle and walked toward the bathroom.
As the pattering sound of water echoed, I picked up my clothes from the floor and went to the guest bedroom.
This was our unspoken habit.
Julian was a light sleeper and didn’t like having anyone beside him.
So, for the past five years, no matter how exhausted and sleepy he made me.
After it was over, I would always force myself to use my last ounce of strength to crawl to the guest bedroom.
The next day, I woke up to find it was already past nine.
When I finished washing up and rushed downstairs, I happened to see Julian just returning from his workout.
He was wearing a white tank top, the muscle lines on his shoulders and back smooth and powerful.
“I had leave some breakfast for you.”
“I’m going to be late for work, I still need to catch the subway.”
I quickly waved my hands.
Julian slightly raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll drive you.”
“No!”
Putting on my shoes at the entryway, I blurted out subconsciously.
“The results for my promotion are coming out today. If my colleagues see me getting out of the boss’s car, there’s no way I could explain my way out of it.”
Julian paused, his hand still on the cap of his water bottle.
The air suddenly fell silent for a fleeting moment.
A moment later, he let out a soft scoff.
“Suit yourself, then.”
Before I left, Julian called out to me and handed over a business card.
“Your blind date for next week.”
A sudden ringing echoed in my ears, dragging me back to reality.
A night of lingering intimacy had almost made me forget.
The only reason I agreed to bring him ultra-thin condoms last night was to finally end our five-year illicit affair.
I was afraid he’d think I still wanted to cling to him.
I reached out to take the business card, its sharp plastic edges digging painfully into the web of my hand.
My nose stung slightly.
“I’ll go.”