Ana's Daddy

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Barely awake with blurry vision, I grabbed my phone on the nightstand. I struggled to see the numbers that were telling the time. The t****k app was still open, and I saw the DM from that man. I have no idea what possessed me. I can barely see the letters, yet I start to reply.

'Hey, nice finding you in my DM. I am interested in your offer. I am going through a hard time financially and could use help. It sounds great that we can maybe help each other. Please tell me more about what you have in mind. I look forward to your reply.'

And I hit send.

What the f**k! What did I just do? OMG, I am f****d!

In came Emma singing, "Little Miss Stinky hit the shower.” She sang that repeatedly.

I groan, look at her disapprovingly, and go to get in the shower in my bathroom. I can't believe I did that stupid thing, replying to that man. What will happen now? What does he think of me, and even worse, what would everyone else think of me if they knew? A sugar Daddy. Who the f**k has a Sugar Daddy? What would he ask me to do? Maybe it's just to lure me in that it's no s*x and then pay me, and I would be forced into s*x. Oh my f*****g God, too, man, thoughts and ideas why this is a bad idea.

After showering and getting dressed, I walk towards the kitchen and smell the most alluring thing: toast. When I enter the kitchen, I see that Emma has toasted bagels. Oh God, I give my arm for a bagel with crème cheese. I don't get to say anything before she smiles and hands me a bagel. I can't say a word, and I must have a bite. I get the delicious flavors in my mouth and moan.

"Ugh, I didn't get you off or something? I know it's been a while since you had sex."

Emma starts to giggle at her joke.

"Yuk, Emma! That's a disgusting thought."

With that, I laughed so much I held my tummy like a butterfly fluttering.

I heard the door open, and in came Michael. He smiled.

"I'm so happy to hear you laughing today, Ana."

I hugged him, which I usually don't. Michael and I wouldn't have had physical contact if not for joking around, so this action stunned him. I smiled as I told him.

"Thank you for yesterday, I really appreciate it."

"It was nothing; any friend would do the same." He emphasizes friends. I get the message, but I never meant anything other than hugging a friend.

An awkward silence fills the air, and the atmosphere is heavy until Emma cheerfully says,

"Come on, you lazy babies, we need to get to school."

"Right, I will drive you two today," Michael mumbles.

Finally, in the car, the mood and air around us are like an awkward moment that has never happened. We chat and laugh just like we used to do. We get to campus, where I and Emma attend. I wish Michael had gone here, too. I thanked him for the ride and saw we were late for class. I don't know how that happened. I thought we had lots of time. I hurry to the lecture, and Emma is close behind me. We tried to sneak into the lecture quietly but had no such luck. Emma drops her heavy back with a bang as it lands on the floor; if not everyone had been looking at us before, they indeed are now. I feel flustered; I'm sure Emma is, too. The wicked witch peers at us with her evil eyes. Yes, Elizabeth. My cheating ex's new girlfriend. Wow, even thinking it sounds wrong.

She looks like she wants me dead and six feet under if she had her way. I silently and softly walk to the empty seats I see. Sadly, they are in the first row—too close for comfort to Elizabeth. I just had to toughen it up and zoom out or something to get through this class. Sitting in my seat, I seriously consider dropping this class. Until now, I have the highest grade, and not many months are left until I graduate. The question is, can I stand seeing her face and always witnessing her and Ryan smooching after her lecture? Ryan wants everyone to see when he is making out with her. It makes me think of a small teenage boy with his first girlfriend with the need to brag. My thoughts took me away from the lecture, and even though Elizabeth's face was in front of me, I didn't see her. I zoomed out and am disconnected. I have too many thoughts and am too indecisive.

Before I know it, everyone starts to leave the lecture, and as clockwork, Ryan makes eye contact with me as he begins to kiss Elizabeth. I look at him with disgust in my eyes and leave. Emma takes my hand and says it loudly so everyone can hear.

"Don't be sad. You are my baby, and I will kiss you whenever you want."

I hit her playfully on her arm before I groan.

"What the hell, Em? You promised you wouldn't tell anyone."

I hear how laughter breaks out all around us as we leave. I only have one more lecture today, but that's in an hour. Emma has one without me. I walk by myself out of the building and sit on the grass. I enjoy the birds chirping and the sunshine. It was as if someone knew my class was over, and I had time to kill. I get a text. And then a second beep to let me know I have one more text. One was a notification from t****k, a DM. And a text from Ryan.

'I know you wished it was you. I kissed that dirty as I fingered your pu$$y. Just admit it. Do you want me still?'

What the f**k is his problem.

I don't reply. He doesn't deserve it. Instead, I opened the app to look at my new DM. I am so damn nervous. It must be that man who wanted to be my sugar daddy. I opened the inbox, and there it is. I open it and read.

'Gooday' Gorgeous!

I'm so pleased to see your reply. I'm sincerely happy, actually. I would love for us to discuss the terms privately and all that I wish. Of course, I would love to know more about you and your financial needs. I would like to get to know you as you will get to know me, too. Do you have w******p? There, we could talk better.'

Oh my, I didn't really think he would text me again. He can't be serious. What do I have to lose? As Emma would say, I hit him with a reply and sent him my QR code so he could add me to w******p. I didn't write anything and waited patiently. He replies, check the app I added you.

I opened w******p, and sure enough, I saw the same profile picture he had on t****k. And he sent a text.

Hey, nice seeing you here. I hope you have a good day. Would you share a picture of yourself here, if you don't mind?

I take a picture of myself standing on the grass, with the campus buildings in the background, and I hit send. My reply is, Hi, nice to see you here as well.

I didn't know how to start the conversation. I have never done this before.

I'm curious and want to see how he looks, so I text again,

Can I see a picture of you, too?'

It took a minute that felt like an hour, and then I got a picture of him. He's handsome. Sure, older, quite a bit older than me, but definitely handsome. There is no gray in his light brown hair, and he has beautiful green eyes.

'I'm sorry, but I must leave you. Something came up at the office. I am sorry, but I will text you when I am free. Have a good day.'

I reply quickly in the hopes that he sees it before he leaves.

'I understand. I'll talk to you later.'

I feel oddly alone. I don't know why, but he feels safe to talk to. The only thing was that he had some similarities to our guest lecturer the other day. Shane Jensen. They are not exactly alike, but they are very similar in appearance. It must be a coincidence, right?