Sugar Dating with CEO

“Ice cream? I’ll buy it for you.”

“Ice cream in this place.”

“Yes, princess.”

***

“Arthur, I’d like a young mango. To ease my nausea, can you buy it for me when you get home from work?”

“Yes, I’ll ask Juan to buy it out.”

“I want you to buy it, not someone else.”

“...okay.”

.....

***

“Is there anything you want?” Arthur asked already noticing Kalea who was engrossed in her cell phone.

“I want to eat lemon garlic shrimp,” Kalea replied as she showed him a seafood restaurant that had just opened.

“You want to eat that here? We can go there now if you want.”

Kalea shook her head, suddenly speechless and Arthur frowned, confused. “What’s wrong, Lea?”

“I want to eat seafood.”

“Yes, let’s eat there,” Arthur said patiently as he patted the top of the girl’s head.

“My mom’s lemon garlic shrimp, not anything else.”

“....”

“This time my request can’t be granted, huh?” Kalea said softly, her hazel eyes still unable to move from the article about the seafood restaurant. Arthur did not say much for fear of saying the wrong thing and offending Kalea. He knew that his sugar baby had met her mother, and Arthur knew about her not wanting to go home. Therefore, Kalea’s request this time was difficult to grant.

“Would you like my lemon garlic shrimp?” Arthur asked to turn the attention to him.

Kalea looked up at Arthur who smiled sweetly, then said, “I’m afraid I’ll throw up from eating your food.”

“...your words are so mean, my heart hurts.”

“I’m sorry, Arthur. But that’s the truth. Or do you want me to teach you?”

“Next time, I don’t want you to get tired,” Arthur refused as politely as possible.

“So what do I do now?” Kalea asked again, the food she could not get this time. Even Kalea had forgotten the taste of her mother’s homemade food.

“Just eat something else, okay?” Arthur said in a very gentle tone.

“If I asked your mother to make lemon garlic shrimp, what would you say?” Kalea asked, looking back up at Arthur, wondering what answer he would give. What’s more, his expression immediately turned surprised.

“Better not. She’ll ask why you want to make food for her all of a sudden, and if my mom is already so curious, the FBI will lose out on finding information,” Arthur refused vehemently. Not willing to take a big risk.

Kalea pursed her lips, a little disappointed but unable to force it. “Fine, I won’t eat tonight,” Kalea finalized as she got up from her seat, intending to go to the kitchen to get more snacks and fruit.

“What, eat something else, Lea. It’s late and you haven’t eaten yet.” Arthur restrained Kalea’s arm from going anywhere.

Kalea removed Arthur’s hand from her arm. “I just want what a mother would make, but no one can make it.” And with that, Kalea went to the kitchen, followed by Arthur.

Arthur watched Kalea take out potato chips and fruit from the refrigerator. The girl painstakingly washed the young mangoes that she had bought quite a lot of, and then took a knife to peel the fruit.

“Let me do it,” Arthur said, taking the knife from Kalea’s hand, peeling the mango and placing it on a small plate for Kalea to eat right away. The girl did not refuse, letting Arthur do the honors, while she watched the handsome man intently. “I’ll buy you something to eat, okay? Don’t just eat chips and fruit.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Lea... Don’t you feel sorry for the baby in your stomach? The baby needs more food than this.”

“Just for tonight.”

“No, I won’t allow it. I’ll buy you the food you wanted earlier, while waiting for you to eat this,” Arthur broke off and did not want Kalea to reject him again. He handed the plate with the mango to Kalea.

Kalea gladly accepted it. “Whatever you want, but I’m not sure I’ll eat it,” she said as she stuck her fork into the mango and ate it.

“You have to eat.”

“Then feed me.”

Arthur smiled and nodded slowly. “Alright, whatever you want I’ll do.”

“I want you to reciprocate my feelings.”

“If it’s about that, it’s difficult to do.”

“You bastard,” Kalea swore irritably, while the offender who annoyed her just laughed softly and went to the living room to get his cell phone. Ordered food via delivery, for Kalea and himself. Kalea followed shortly after with potato chips and fruit. She also carried a tumbler of strawberry smoothies and clutched it in her arms. She looked overwhelmed, until Arthur helped her put it on the table. The man was still busy talking on the phone with the restaurant.

Shortly after that, Arthur ended the call. He sat next to Kalea, watching his sugar baby who was busy watching another movie with a fork stuck in her mouth.

“Did you check with the doctor again?” Arthur asked.

“Not yet, next month,” Kalea replied casually, still focused on watching.

“Are you okay at college? Not feeling sick or anything?”

“I’m doing okay as much as I can, Zeline’s helping me too.”

“That’s good then. If there’s anything, let me know.”

Kalea just nodded, she suddenly leaned on Arthur’s shoulder, and fortunately the man did not refuse. Instead, he provided an even more comfortable position for Kalea. Just like Kalea, Arthur also tried to focus on watching a movie about a man and his pet. His big hand gently stroked Kalea’s brunette hair, but soon Kalea prevented him from doing so.

“Why?”

“I’ll get sleepy.”

Arthur stopped asking questions and stopped stroking Kalea’s hair. Finally, after waiting almost half an hour, the food delivery arrived. Arthur got up from the sofa to get the food, while Kalea remained sitting on the soft sofa.

Kalea did not do much that would tire her out, she was not even heavily pregnant but Arthur was really concerned about her. Kalea was nor even allowed to cook for a while. On the other hand, Kalea was happy to be so cared for by Arthur.

“Open your mouth.”

Kalea did as Arthur said, and a piece of the seasoned shrimp slipped into her mouth. “Yummy,” Kalea commented, nodding her head slightly.

“Like mom’s cooking?”

“I don’t really remember my mom’s cooking, it was a long time ago.”

“...Sorry, I opened an old wound.”

“I’m fine, really.”

Arthur was like feeding a child, when Kalea was busy chewing, he ate his own food. The last time he did this was with little Angela. And now he was doing it again to the sugar baby who was accidentally carrying his child.

Arthur was a little surprised when Kalea’s delicate finger touched his lips. “Your food is a mess,” Kalea said as she showed him the leftovers.

“Ah, thank you.”

Kalea smiled slightly, resting her head on Arthur’s broad shoulder. It was a very comfortable shoulder to lean on. She closed her eyes, savoring this moment tonight that might not be there forever.

“Hey, don’t go to sleep yet. Finish your meal,” Arthur admonished as he shook his shoulder so that Kalea would no longer lean on him.

“I’m not sleeping. Do you think if I close my eyes I’ll fall asleep?” Kalea hissed in annoyance that Arthur was ruining her moment.

“How sensitive pregnant women are.”

“Shut up!”