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Adult breakups are quiet on the surface.
Women were often exceptionally attached to their first man—I was no exception.
Three million and a quick romance with a young guy could only mask my hurt.
I hauled a bag of drinks home.Lucas took it,stocking the fridge.
I slipped an arm around his waist from behind.He trembled.
"What's wrong?"He turned,lifting my chin.
"Nothing,just sore feet from heels."
Lucas scooped me up,set me on the couch,and brought me a basin of hot water.
"Tomorrow,I'll go shoe shopping with you.Comfy ones."He soaked my feet in hot water and massaged them.
"You got money?"I teased.
"Didn’t you give me fifty grand only last month.Anything under that,I'm good."
I laughed."So you're sweet-talking me to spend more on you?"
"Can't I?I didn't ask for a raise."
Lucas was too good at taking care of people,unlike most men in their twenties.
If the relationship between us weren’t like this,he'd be a perfect boyfriend.
My heart soured—first a scumbag,now a kept pup,neither was my true match.
At thirty,I needed to settle down.Nora was right—I couldn't fall for Lucas.He'd never marry me.
Next day,Lucas held my hand while shopping,like any other smitten boyfriend—carrying bags,sharing an ice cream with me.
He took me to a movie,stole kisses,then carried me home.
"You must've had tons of girlfriends in school,"I asked,on his back.
I had never done these things but had always longed for them.
"Girl,you're only my second girlfriend."Lucas,lean and strong,carried me effortlessly.
"So,your first taught you this?"A twinge of disappointment.
"It was long-distance love for us.No chance for this."Noticing my silence,he grinned."What,you jealous?"
I pressed my face to his back,mumbling,"Yeah,jealous."
Was it my imagination,or did his steps became lighter?
After a day out,I was exhausted after a shower.
Lucas pinned me down. “I feel like you're getting a deal."
"Huh?"
"My services aren't free.Worth every penny."
He kissed me silent.
Young guy with puppy eyes had energy like a real puppy.As I begged him for mercy,he growled,"Call my name and I'll stop."
My waist screamed,but pride won.
An hour later,pride lost.
"Lucas,I'm sorry,"I whimpered,eyes teary,voice sultry.
"Again."
"Lucas, lucas."
He relented,leaving me too weak to move.
I wasn't sure who was keeping who anymore—I had zero control over him as the"sugar mama."
On weekdays,I worked.Weekends,I played with him.
Daytime,I worked.At night,he played me.
