Chapter 3 — Six-in-One Sugar Baby

Through the warm mist, a naked body appeared and disappeared from view. The last drops of water followed his pale neck and slid slowly toward his collarbone. Below that was a firm set of abs.

He lifted his eyes. I was sitting on the bed, meditating and tapping a wooden fish.

“Donor, please do not disturb this nun’s spiritual peace.”

Ta Tuy helplessly switched off the light.

Late at night, the room grew quiet and I began to drift off. After tossing and turning for a while, I reached out on instinct and touched the abs opposite me.

The man across from me went rigid. His breathing quickened.

That was not good.

I woke up at once and slapped his stomach.

“Ah! Ha ha, that’s enough! The An Tai waist drum is right here!”

Ta Tuy drew a deep breath. As though he had reached the limit of his patience, he pushed me down beneath him.

“What? I’m not like your ex-husbands?”

“This much self-control isn’t like you.”

3

I stared at him. His words made me even more certain that my reputation was beyond saving. In Ta Tuy’s eyes, I was probably a shameless woman who liked patting other people’s backsides and was far too eager.

I looked at him, aggrieved.

“Don’t listen to what people say. I’m not that kind of woman.”

He seemed to find my words amusing. Tilting his head, he raised an eyebrow as though he were listening very seriously to my defense.

I put on my most righteous expression.

“I’m only naturally attracted to beautiful men.”

Ta Tuy: “...”

He sighed.

“Forget it. I never expected you to improve.”

The ambiguous atmosphere vanished at once. He sat back in his original place and pulled his shirt down over his abs. My hand suddenly had nowhere to go. Feeling awkward, I let it slide lower and happened to place it on his thigh.

The room fell silent for one strange second.

“Ah ha ha... force of habit.”

Even as I said it, I had no intention of moving my hand. Ta Tuy glanced at me and rubbed his temple, yet he did not resist. Resigned, he pulled out his laptop and began to work.

Right. I had almost forgotten that he was a CEO.

A man looked his best when he was concentrating on work, especially in a perfectly fitted suit. His fingers and knuckles were sharply defined, and a close-fitting black turtleneck outlined his frame. It was a blatant act of seduction.

No wonder I had chosen him myself. He was worth every penny.

I wanted to try again. I clenched my fists and prepared to make my move, but after what had just happened, I did not dare go too far. In the end, I merely chose a comfortable angle and rested my head on his shoulder.

I lowered my voice, trying to rescue my ruined image.

“Even if I’m attracted to beautiful men, I only want you.”

I might have imagined it, but the corner of Ta Tuy’s mouth seemed to lift.

I stayed beside him while he worked until midnight. I was sleepy, but with a handsome man next to me, I could not bring myself to fall asleep.

In short, I was shameless but timid.

When I looked up, I met his deep, unreadable eyes.

“Can’t sleep?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ta Tuy lifted his shirt and revealed his abs. My hand reached out of its own accord.

I was both startled and delighted, suddenly wide awake.

Ta Tuy coughed softly.

“You can’t sleep unless you touch them, can you?”

As I ran my hand over him, I remembered. I had apparently created the same image in front of my five ex-husbands: whenever I had a headache or could not sleep, touching abs was the only cure.

My face grew warm. I had only made it up because I wanted to touch him, yet he actually believed me. More importantly, how had Ta Tuy learned about such a private habit?

While I was thinking about it, my hand continued to move. I really was beginning to feel sleepy. My eyelids drooped, and my head bobbed.

Just before I fell asleep, he pressed a gentle kiss between my eyebrows.

Ta Tuy’s voice was hoarse, indulgent, and helpless.

“Go to sleep, little flirt.”