Sugar Daddy Chronicles [Erotica] #20 By @Tomilola_coco

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I had not taken time out to jog in a while but the thing with having sex with someone you deeply cared about was – you tend to want to keep your body in shape.

I had woken early the day after Steve and I fucked each other senseless and jogged around the estate he was living in.

The sex of the night before was going to be etched in my memory for a long time to come.

And I was going to be into this man for a very long time to come.

A clumsy guy almost knocked me over but I smiled before he could mutter an apology and jogged past.

I smiled at being almost knocked over. Shit, I was really falling for this Steve person and what was more, I liked it.

I returned to the house and found LJP’s car parked right at the entrance. I frowned as he rolled down the glass and said, “Get in.”

No, I was not getting in.

Why didn’t things that deserved to be in the past stay in the past?



I hurried towards the door, determined to get away from the maniac. Why the heck was he still after me? He’d caused me so much pain all I needed was for him to be far away from me forever.

“Kaycee! Please!”

I halted. Please? That did not sound like him.

I turned and headed back towards the car. “This better be good, LJP.” I said and got into the front seat near him.

His eyes roamed my body immediately I got in. I knew he appreciated me in my black crop top and leggings.

I appreciated myself too.

“Why have you not been picking my calls?” He asked once he’d rolled up the tinted glass.

“LJP, I thought we agreed we were done?”

“We’re not done. There was no agreement about that.”

I glanced at him; he was looking fresh and handsome in a grey Tee and matching slacks.

But all of that was not doing me any type of way.

I was done with this guy to be honest and I also realized I was done with Sugar Daddies.

I was done with Sugar Daddies.

It echoed so many times in my head I unconsciously voiced it, “I am done with Sugar Daddies”.

“You are?” The surprise in his voice was unmistakable.

I did not want a Sugar Daddy anymore and the reason was very clear.

The reason was that sometimes annoying, very cute and so freaking hot guy that was some seconds away in the building I was standing outside of.

I reached for the door.

“Who is he?”

I frowned, “Who is who?”

“The guy you have fallen in love with. Who is he? Is it Akin?”

What was he talking about?

“When someone who is used to a certain type of life suddenly decides to change and become a different person, it usually means she’s in love. So is it Akin?”

I refused to give him an answer.


“Goodbye LJP.” I said and got out of the car.

Racing through the entrance, I found out that more than anything in the world I wanted to be with Steve.

All the reasons being together may be difficult ceased to make sense that very moment.

I burst in through the front door and made for the Kitchen – I had to see him and I had to let him know I was done being who I used to be.

I halted in my tracks when I saw the sight in front of me – Lade was there with Steve and he was kneeling in front of a child I assumed to be his, gazing into the child’s eyes adoringly– from where I stood I felt like an intruder.

I felt like this was the picture of a perfect family and I was going to ruin it if I stepped closer.

And the way she stared at him, placing a hand on his shoulder protectively, I felt like there was no space for me with him.

I turned and walked away silently.

But as I walked back into my room, I felt like something had changed.

I was in love with Steve.



I muttered something I couldn’t comprehend myself and rubbed my eyes gently.

Chimezie was on the other end of the line and he was mumbling something about a party and shopping.

See, no matter how asleep or groggy I was, the sound of shopping snapped me back in no time.

“Please repeat yourself abeg.”

“I said I have a meeting with some important people and…”

“No, the part about shopping.”

I was wide awake now, gotta hear what shopping I had to do – for food or for clothes.

If it was the former, Chimezie could miss me with it. But the latter, I was down for that anytime man.

“Okay, I want you to go and get yourself something beautiful to wear so that you would meet my people.”

Of course I was willing to do that for him anytime – get something beautiful to wear that is.

“No problem.” I rolled off the bed and ended the call.

Chimezie’s driver would be around in a few minutes, it was what he always did whenever he needed me to come to him.

I took a quick shower and slipped into a clingy maxi dress with a plunging neckline.

It was almost noon and I realized I had spent half of the morning sleeping.

After I found Steve and his ex the other time, all I wanted to do was to nap. I did not want to stay awake and ponder over whatever it is they were talking about.

Thing was if I had sense I would realize I was made to be a Sugar Baby not to be someone’s girlfriend.

Heartbreaks were not for me.

But as I walked out of the bedroom, I realized that I did want to be with Steve and no matter how many times I tried to convince myself I was made for a Sugar Daddy somewhere, I found myself thinking about being with him.

He was in the sitting room, listening to music from the speakers. Shaydee’s voice sang High and for a second there, I found myself singing along to the reggae tune.

It was a love song and it made me think of Steve and I instantly.

Ugh, I was going to write a book about heartbreak really soon.


“Hey” I responded and made for the front door.

“Where are you going to?” He asked and I was tempted to snap and tell him it was not his business.

But I turned and told him, “To see Chimezie.”

“Isn’t that the guy who wants to be the next Sugar Daddy?”

I nodded.

“Seriously?” He arched an eyebrow and the disgust on his face could not have been hidden even if he’d tried.

I shrugged, “Is there any problem with that?”

“No o. What’s my own?” He said and returned to his laptop.

And that stung a bit, the fact that he did not seem bothered by me going to see Chimezie.

“You don’t get to judge me.”

He did not raise his head from the laptop, “I can’t remember judging you madam.”

“So what was that tone in your voice?”

“What tone?” He asked and looked at me now.

When our gazes locked, my body reacted. I was mad at him but I also wanted to fuck him so bad.

What were those conflicting reactions my body was giving? And why did he have such a strong effect even when he was doing nothing?

“Like I am doing something bad.” I replied, it was taking a lot not to move closer and remove his clothes.

“Are you?” He posed the question to me but got no response.

I just stood there trying to figure out why the heck I wanted to do very savagely things to him.

He placed his laptop beside him and patted the space near him. “Come” he said to me and I could swear gravity was what pulled me to him not my legs.

I was sitting beside him in seconds, my head on his shoulder and our hands entwined.

“Do you want to be with this person?”

“I don’t think so.”

“So why the heck are you going there?”

Like I had an answer for him.

He raised my head with a finger and looked into my eyes. My heart skipped several beats, fuck this was going to be really fucked up.

“The things I want to do to you though” He muttered.

I swallowed hard, “What things?”

Our mouths suddenly crushed into each other, hands relieving each other of our clothes and bodies joining together in the fastest way possible.

He pulled my dress up my thighs and balanced me on his thighs.

I moaned as his face got buried in my boobs, his mouth sucking hard on my nipples.

He unzipped his jeans and raised me slightly.

By the time I sat back, my wet pussy was welcomed by his strong hard cock.

I gasped and muttered his name as I threw my head back and rode him.

His hands held my waist tightly, guiding me back and forth and also ensuring I did not lose my mind.

“The things you do to me, Kaycee.” He muttered and I knew I would have asked him if we were not both currently driving each other mad.

He gently laid me on the couch, raised my leg and eased into me.

Then he fucked me hard and fast.

He climaxed into me in seconds and collapsed on top of me.

“You can go now.” He said seconds later when he got off me.

“I can go now” I repeated his words, pained at how easily I was dismissed after sex.

“Is it not you that said you wanted to go and meet your Sugar Daddy? Go now.”

“Oh?” I said and pulled down my dress.

“Kaycee, see I can have issues with these things but it is not in my place to say anything.” He said, realizing how wrong he sounded.

“What does that even mean?” I asked him.

“It means you can do what you want, it is none of my business.”

“Of course. This means nothing to you.”

He chuckled, “Kaycee you’re the only woman my cousin has ever been so crazy about. This can’t possibly mean anything.”


Of course it meant nothing to him. How stupid could I have been to think it would anyway?

I said nothing as I made for the door, Chimezie was calling me and that meant his Driver was outside.

And as I opened the door and stepped out of the house, I realized I wasn’t the girl that ran in that morning.

The girl that now emerged was the one who was going back to being a Sugar Baby.

Fuck AKT, Fuck Steve.

Sugar Daddy Chronicles




Content Writer|Screenwriter|Coke Addict|Feminist|Amala Activist|Future Hero. Twitter&Instagram @Tomilola_coco


  1. This girl is just a fool to allow this happen…or is Steve trying to pay AKT back? No! Lade was AKT’s that he fucked and he’s doing it again so dis ain’t payback……its gonna get rily ugly and I see a terrible end for Kaycee…..
    Kudos to you bae….tomi,you are good I salute your skills

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