Part 3My Sugar Daddy Went Bankrupt

Tedd had learned to cook during his university days abroad. He wasn't a master chef, but he wasn't terrible either. Thankfully, I wasn't a picky eater. The main course, after all, was still to come.

After dinner, he tried to leave again.

I dragged him straight to the bedroom.

"Baby, you've been acting so strange since you got back," I murmured, pinning him to the bed. "Did something happen?"

His eyes flickered. His attempt to push me away softened. "No, it's nothing. I just need to sort out the funding issue as soon as possible."

My fingers traced lazy patterns across his chest, my voice dripping with manufactured sorrow. "Always work, work, work. Haven't you missed me at all?"

I hooked my leg over his hip.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

I didn't give him a chance to answer, silencing him with a kiss. He could sort out his business later. First, he was going to take care of mine.

Halfway through, Tedd clung to me, his voice cracking with a vulnerability I'd never heard before. "Cece… you're so good to me."

I quickly pressed my fingers to his lips.

Shhh. Don't say another word.

Any more of that, and my guilt might actually kick in.