Sandra and MrCoca stood under the warm water of the shower, droplets cascading over their bodies as they laughed softly, enjoying the intimacy they shared. After some moments, MrCoca scooped Sandra into his arms, carrying her effortlessly to the bed. Sandra smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief and satisfaction as she gazed at him. MrCoca leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on her lips before whispering, "You are so good. I don't think I can ever leave you, but you have to promise me something."
Sandra raised a curious eyebrow. "What is it?"
"You have to promise me you won't cheat on me with any other guy," MrCoca said, his tone both possessive and pleading.
Sandra laughed softly, stroking his cheek. "Tell me, MrCoca, why would I ever cheat on you? You're amazing in bed. Honestly, I didn't expect this level of energy from you. You surprised me tonight, and I enjoyed every moment of it."
MrCoca grinned, clearly pleased with her response. "And you, my baby, are so juicy and spicy. You didn't disappoint me at all. Don't worry, before you leave tomorrow, I'll give you some more cash to show my appreciation."
Sandra's smile widened, her eyes lighting up. "Thank you, MrCoca," she replied, her voice sweet and sincere. MrCoca pulled her close, kissed her forehead, and soon drifted off to sleep.
As she lay beside him, Sandra's mind raced with plans for her future. Very soon, I'll ask him for a car. But I won't rush it—I have to play it smart. Then I'll open a business and finally become the boss lady I've always dreamed of being. A sly smile curled her lips as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the hotel suite's curtains. MrCoca gently shook Sandra awake, his voice tender. "Good morning, sugar baby."
Sandra stretched lazily and smiled up at him. "Good morning, MrCoca. How was your night?"
MrCoca chuckled. "I slept like a baby after spending the night with you. You were so sweet. Honestly, I'd love to have more of you this morning, but I have to catch a flight to Abuja today. First, I need to stop by my house, so I have to hurry."
Sandra's smile faded slightly. "When will you be back, MrCoca?"
"I'm not sure yet," he replied, slipping into his tailored suit. "I might have to stay in Abuja for a few weeks before returning to Lagos."
Sandra pouted playfully. "Promise me you won't look at other girls while you're there."
MrCoca laughed and leaned down to kiss her. "I promise you, sugar baby. My eyes will only be on you."
Before leaving, he opened his briefcase and pulled out another stack of cash, totaling five hundred dollars. He handed it to Sandra with a satisfied smile. Her eyes widened with delight as she accepted the money, her heart racing. "Thank you so much, MrCoca," she said, her voice full of gratitude.
MrCoca kissed her one last time, picked up his briefcase, and left the room. Alone, Sandra stared at the cash in her hands, overwhelmed by her good fortune. "Last night, he gave me five hundred dollars, and now another five hundred dollars," she whispered to herself. "Thank you, MrCoca. I love you." She quickly got dressed, packed her belongings, and checked out of the luxurious suite. Hailing an Uber, she headed back home, her mind buzzing with excitement.
Meanwhile, MrCoca returned to his family home, only to be greeted with tension. His son, James, stood in the living room alongside his wife, both wearing expressions of disappointment.
"James, what are you doing here this early?" MrCoca asked, his tone clipped.
James crossed his arms. "The real question is, where are you coming from, Dad?"
Before MrCoca could respond, his wife interjected, her voice filled with anger. "I'm sure he's been with one of his sugar babies again. Tell me, MrCoca, are you not ashamed of yourself? Running around with girls young enough to be your daughter—it's disgraceful!"
MrCoca sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Please, I don't have time for arguments this morning. I have a flight to catch." Turning to James, he added, "And you, James, why aren't you at the office? Did you even sleep at home last night?"
"I slept at home," James replied defensively. "I came here because Mum told me you didn't come back last night."
MrCoca waved a dismissive hand. "Mum, calm down. I'll talk to you both when I return from Abuja." With that, he grabbed his luggage and headed out, leaving his wife and son fuming.
Back at Sandra's home, her mother confronted her as soon as she walked through the door. "Sandra, where are you coming from? You told me you'd be back last night. I tried calling you, but your phone was switched off!"
Sandra smiled smugly. "Relax, Mum. I switched off my phone because I didn't want any interruptions while I was with my sugar daddy."
Her mother's face darkened with worry and frustration. "Sandra, what do you mean by 'sugar daddy'? I don't want you associating with those old men. They're dangerous, and they'll only bring you trouble."
Sandra rolled her eyes. "Mum, calm down. Guess what? He gave me one thousand dollars for just one night. One thousand! I'm so lucky to have met him. He even asked if I wanted to be his sugar baby, and of course, I said yes!"
Her mother's voice trembled with emotion. "Sandra, why are you selling yourself so cheaply? You're not a prostitute! I raised you better than this. Why are you disgracing our family?"
Sandra's demeanor changed in an instant. "Fine, Mum. I was going to give you fifty dollars, but since you think I'm a disgrace, I'll keep it for myself." With that, she stormed off to her room, slamming the door behind her.
Later that day, Sandra called MrCoca. "How are you, my love?" she asked, her voice sweet and affectionate.
"I'm fine, sugar baby," MrCoca replied warmly. "I miss you already."
"I miss you too," Sandra said. "When will you come back to Lagos? I can't wait to see you."
MrCoca sighed. "I don't think I'll be back this week anymore."
Sandra frowned. "But you told me you'd be back this week. Why the change of plans?"
"There's a lot of work to finish here in Abuja," MrCoca explained. "I can't leave until it's all done. But if you miss me that much, I can book a flight for you to come here."
Sandra's mood brightened instantly. "Oh, yes! I'll come to Abuja. Just tell me when."
"You can come tomorrow," MrCoca said, his voice tinged with amusement at her enthusiasm.
"Perfect! I'll be there tomorrow," Sandra replied, her happiness evident. After ending the call, she began planning her day. "I need to go shopping," she said to herself, grinning. "New shoes, bags, wigs, clothes the works!" She got dressed and headed out, ready to spend her newfound wealth.