18. Let Me Take Care of You
LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU
CHELSEA
I had gotten my period.
My stomach cramped, and I shuffled to feel the back cramp. Pain prickled from my lower back to my abdomen, making me whimper. God, I hated it.
I had the worst luck of getting my period when a hot sugar daddy was cuddling me.
“Chelsea?” I stiffened when Sean moved, his voice groggy from sleep. “What happened? Are you okay?”
I bit my lip and sat up. I must have ruined his expensive sheets and tee and worse—his sweatpants. “I…” I couldn’t finish the sentence and felt him move in the dark before turning on the nightstand lamps.
“Please don’t look,” I said, my eyes widening when I noticed how much I had ruined everything.
Sean’s eyes were wide, and I didn’t know why my eyes were welling up with tears, but I couldn’t stop it. “You got your period?” He asked, and the dam burst open. “It’s okay, I think I have some pad— Chelsea? Princess, what happened?”
He hugged me and I couldn’t hold back my sob as he ran his hand through my hair. “Why are you crying?” He asked, his voice gentle. “Does it hurt a lot, hm ?”
I nodded, crying on his chest as he rubbed my back and let me cry while I bled on his bed. “I’m so sorry,” I said through my sob, sniffling and looking away, wishing to hide somewhere. “I’m so sorry, I ruined your bed.”
“Don’t be silly,” he said, wiping my tears. “You didn’t ruin anything.”
He gave me a glass of water and stood up, making me cry even more. I had stained his sweatpants, too, but he didn’t care. He was acting like it was no big deal.
“Come here,” he said, offering me his hand and even though I felt embarrassed by everything, I took it. “You’re going to take a bath. I added epsom salt to help with your cramps.”
I shook my head. “I’ve to clean up?—”
He cupped my face and kissed my forehead. “Go take a bath, Princess. I’ll take care of it.”
“But—”
“ Shh ,” he said. “I’m your Daddy, right?”
I nodded.
“Good girl. Then let me take care of you.” His words warmed my chest, and I looked away. “I’m here, so call me if you need anything, okay?”
“ Okay ,” I replied softly and followed his orders.
As promised, the water in the bath was warm enough to calm down my cramps. I had found a box of tampons and pads under the sink, and I was surprised he had them. They both looked like new boxes, but I wondered why he kept them. Does he have a sister?
I had never seen a guy seem so relaxed talking about periods or seeing the mess I had made. But then again, Sean was a gentleman—mo st of the times .
I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself. But I wanted to help him wash up, so I took a quick bath and cleaned myself. Sean gave me fresh clothes with panties. I donned his comfy sweatpants and tee before heading out of the washroom.
The bedroom was empty, and he had already taken the bedsheets. I was about to walk out of the room to find him when his phone dinged from the bed. It looked like he meant to take the phone with him, but left it on the bed before leaving.
The phone screen had lit up with a text message and I wasn’t trying to look at it, but I read the message from someone named Liza.
Liza: I’ll be in LA for a few weeks. Wanna meet?
I frowned at the text when another popped up.
Liza: Please don’t ignore this Sean
Liza: We need to talk about our relationship
I felt too hot and cold. The tightness in my chest made me feel dizzy. I kept the phone down, backing away. I bit my lip at the mention of their relationship. If she was his sister, she wouldn’t address something about the relationship. And what did it mean by him ignoring her?
I jumped, turning around when Sean entered the room with new sheets in his hand. He had changed his sweatpants. “Oh, you took the bath. How are you feeling?” He asked, dropping the sheets on the bed and walking up to me.
He had told me he was single.
I lied. “I’m feeling much better now, thank you.”
He smiled and told me to sit in the armchair while he fixed the new sheets. He asked me if I needed any painkillers, but I was too busy overthinking about the text messages from Liza.
“Do you want me to give you a massage?” He asked, fluffing the pillows.
“No, I think I’ll just go to sleep,” I replied, wishing I could sleep in the guest room. I knew if I told him about wanting space, he wouldn’t mind, but he had done so much and was being so sweet and caring.
Even though I felt strange about Liza, his arms felt comforting snuggling me and helped me sleep without any cramps. Later . I can ask him about Liza later.
* * *
“I don’t trust this building,” Sean scowled, glaring at the apartment building I lived in.
I unclipped my seatbelt and turned to look at him. It was the next day, and he had been very affectionate. He had cooked bacons and eggs for me and even made me ginger tea, which helped with my cramps. He had googled that.
No man had ever made an effort to care for me, and his actions and words were affecting me.
We need to talk about our relationship.
My jaw clenched thinking about that text. It would be so easy to ask him about it, and I would know who she was and what she meant. But I was scared. I didn’t want to ruin everything by asking about it.
He must have seen her message by now, but he wasn’t acting differently, so it must have been nothing.
It had to be.
“It’s fine. Rory is still living here,” I said and took the paper-bag where he had put my dress, and other clothes. I was wearing the ‘Pound My Cake Daddy’ tee and jeans I had left at his penthouse when I was in a hurry.
He sighed. “I still don’t trust it.” He glanced at me and pulled me closer to kiss my lips. Unlike the night before, that kiss was small and sweet. “When will I see you again?”
I blinked and pursed my lips. “I’m not sure.” I wasn’t lying. I still felt confused by our relationship. If he just wanted to be my sugar daddy, why was he being so tender and affectionate? My ex-boyfriends had never cared for me like this. Not even my own dad. So why was he being so nice?
I wished he had just been a perverted sugar daddy, wanting me for my body so that he wouldn’t confuse me. At least then I would know what he wanted was my body.
“I’ll call you in the evening,” he promised, kissing my forehead.
“Okay.”
“And if you don’t pick up, I’ll get mad,” Sean said, his hands cupping my cheek.
“Mad? You?” I asked, biting back a grin. I couldn’t imagine him getting angry. Ever . He had been rough with me, but I had never once felt that he was angry and mad at me.
Sean scoffed. “Of course, I’ll get mad if my pretty Princess won’t answer my call.”
I rolled my eyes at him. He got out of the car and opened the passenger door for me. He leaned down to brush his lips against mine before pulling away with a small smile. Stay calm, heart. He’s just a hot sugar daddy. I swallowed and waved him goodbye before walking towards the elevator.
My phone rang, and I answered it without looking at the caller ID. “Hello?”
“Good girl,” Sean’s voice purred through the phone. “I was just checking if you’ll answer my call or not.”
My cheeks felt warm. I looked over my shoulder to find him leaning on his expensive car and grinning at me. I shook my head and answered, “Bye, Grandpa.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You’re gonna pay for that, Princess.”
I hung up, but heard his chuckle. My stomach felt warm even though I felt confused by our relationship.
I liked him.
I liked my Sugar Daddy.