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It's a Match!

3 — It's a Match!

Annah Jules

A sigh as her hands continuously were wiped by the cloth that already turned pretty grey, Jule's body almost gave up upon standing still.

A glance towards her colleague, Jule forced a tired smile and took her bag.

Getting inside the dressing room, Jule rolled her eyes as she took off her shirt.

About to take off her pants, she paused.

She would be lying if it wasn't because of the sudden urge she felt to check her phone.

A sigh, she pulled off her pants.

Wearing her shirt and the usual jeans, she hung the long jacket on her arm, walking out like the college student she was.

"Hey, Jule! Why not have a bite of these?"

Bowing down at her colleagues, she shook her head.

"Mom."

Jule mouthed before she pointed at her phone making them 'oh' at her.

Leaving the cafe, she sighed aloud when the cold wind blew past her already tired face.

"Taking a walk isn't that bad, huh."

Awkwardly feeling alone, she mumbled to herself as she fastened her steps.

Walking into a convenience store, she grabbed anything she could.

Placing it upon the counter, she took out her dollar.

The cashier eyed her and then the bun.

"Uh again?"

Jule ignored her.

"Whatever just…pay and go. I'm eating."

Jule sighed aloud.

"Please hurry."

Jule nervously spoke and the cashier slammed her food on the counter.

Glaring, she scanned the bun and took the money Jule placed.

Slamming change on the counter, the cashier rolled her eyes.

"Now, leave me alone."

Snatching the bun and the change off the counter, Jule walked out.

Checking the time upon the watch that was wrapped around her wrist, Jule yawned within her cheeks turning pink.

"A long way to go."

She sighed as she mumbled.

Her shivering body didn't help the fact that her feet still have two more miles to walk to reach her mother's hospital.

Her tired and weak self took a very quick walk and within two o'clock, she stepped into the hospital.

A yawn, her hand that hung the jacket on her shoulder lost the strength to keep hanging it upon so her tired self threw it over her shoulder.

Jule could feel soreness through every breath, step and through every move she had made today.

Everything felt too overwhelming and when she sat there in front of her fast asleep mother, a small smile spreaded on her lips within her eyes closing.

Hands taking a hold of her mom's, her lips laid over her wrinkled knuckles.

A sniff as her eyes tears up, she held back the tears that were about to burst.

"It's okay. It's really okay!"

She whispered to herself as she wiped her tears off.

"I'm really okay."

She said out and when her eyes averted from her lap, she smiled at her asleep figure.

The pale skin of hers made Jule look away as she felt herself being disgusted for what she did.

Hands wrapping around herself, she slowly stood up as the cold breeze hit her face.

Taking the bun from her bag, she looked up to make sure she didn't wake her mom up.

Stepping into the balcony, her eyes slowly blinked.

Hands leaning upon the rail, she hesitantly took a breath in.

Her chest heaved up and soon, she took a bite.

Munching on the tasteless bun she held in her hands, she sighed aloud.

Looking at her wrists which looked too skinny, she nervously pulled the sleeves over them.

An instant glance down at her jeans pocket when she heard a buzz of her phone, she didn't take time to take it out.

Unlocking the phone lockscreen, her eyes searched around.

And when she slid down the page, her eyes blinked vigorously.

Daddy's Girl— <♡ new notification!

Her body felt the shivers go down the very spine of hers when she read it in her mind.

Clicking upon the notification, she sat down.

With her legs relaxing, she leaned against the crisscrossed rails of the balcony.

Taking another bite, she froze when her eyes fell upon the bell icon.

🔔¹²

Twelve?!

She thought as she choked on her food.

Coughing aloud, she covered her mouth when her mom moved around on the bed.

As she coughed on her mouth as quietly as possible, she looked back at her phone from her mom.

Eyeing the phone screen which were full of random old man's, she eyed them, terrified.

Her small figure trembled when she saw one of those profiles that looked absolutely sickening for her own taste.

Is that only old man's who can be sugar daddies?

Gulping down the piece, she scrolled up the profiles unconsciously and a ding echoed, making her head shoot up from looking at the floor to eyeing the screen of her phone in epic horror.

Daddy's girl! — Congratulations! It's a match!

What? What do you mean it's a match!?

Wayn Koln

A glass that was placed upon the counter was emptied and when I drummed my fingers on the table, I threw my head back.

The luscious whiskey with a pinch of that briny flavour and touch of deep complexity I had just tasted lingered on my tongue while my eyes seemed to lag every time I tried to look in a new direction.

This is not particularly new for a businessman who is in charge of a very successful company like me.

Every night passes by my body stressed and wasted out.

And when the morning arrives, there's no choice.

I can't do other things besides the company during the day time which only leads me to be stressed and drained out.

A ring of the very familiar ringtone, I smiled taking the phone from the counter.

"Hey baby!"

Her loud and sharp voice was enough for me to massage my scalp in irrigation.

The amount of annoyance I feel over her manly voice is not something I could explain of.

"Hey babe.."

"What are you doing?"

A grunt, my hand slowly slid down my very muscular body.

Eyes closing, I bit my lip when my hand felt my already hardening manhood under the thick fabric of pants.

"Nothing.. What about you?"

Her grunt made me roll my eyes and when she spoke, my hand squeezed my manhood in distress.

"I just got ready. Missed you, baby. A lot."

She said but her cold tone did not surprise me.

A chuckle away, I pushed back the hair from my forehead.

"Me too babe."

As I spoke, I moved the phone away from my ears.

Clicking upon the speaker mode, I clicked upon the back button.

"Really?"

I hummed in response and when my eyes found the app, i clicked on it.

Daddy's Girl

That's right.

The app I have been using for over two weeks.

"Awe, I love you baby!"

A hum, my eyes landed upon the bell icon.

No notifications

"I love…"

As my finger scrolled down, my body froze.

My fingers fell over the girl.

A girl with really brown hair that reached down her waist.

The rosy and freckle cheeks looked more familiar as I continued to check out her.

"Hm?"

A exhale, I leaned forward.

The cutie from the cafe uses this app!?

Even the thought of her having a sugar baby profile made my manhood twitch in my pants.

As I felt my chest heave up, my finger clicked the pause button to check her profile.

Eyeing her very thin figure, my eyes trailed down her plump chest.

Fxck, she's so good looking!

"—You too."

A press, my eyes widened.

Daddy's Girl — <♡ Congratulations! It's a match!

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