I Love You My Sugar Daddy
A new covenant

Alesha cursed in her heart. It is even difficult to say it in your heart. Afraid that someone else might have supernatural powers and be able to read his heart.

After that, the man would spread his identity to the entire faculty. Moreover, Alex Claire was no ordinary lecturer. He is a lecturer who always manages to be a warm conversation.

Alesha shook her head slowly, trying to shake off her chaotic and exaggerated thoughts. He then glanced at the man who was currently sitting behind the wheel.

The man knew a lot about him. It would probably be safe if Alesha let out her worries on the man.

The woman then closed her eyes tightly. Opening again, he then grimaced. "Actually that one, my former sugar daddy."

Rafael immediately turned his head in shock and never thought that Alesha had ever had a scandal with a lecturer.

"What?" rafael asked with eyes. "Your lecturer is your former sugar daddy? Holy hooch! What would this country be like if there was a lecturer who liked young women. What did he say to you?"

Rafael then momentarily regained his senses, now turning his eyes away. He then massaged his own temple. Why is he so surprised?

Why is he curious? The man is now self-sickering, like being on the cusp of a comedy. Hearing Alesha's reply just now, it suddenly made her feel strange.

"Nothing he said. Actually I was so scared that he was gonna leak my disgrace on campus."

"But fortunately, he was amnesic. So he doesn't remember me at all. Ah, I don't mean 'luckily'."

'Of course it was an accident for him, ' Alesha murmured inwardly.

"Just a little bit of a benefit to me." Alesha explained with a stirring intonation while scrambling her own hair.

Now, Rafael turned his head again, watching Alesha's movements closely. "Isn't that good? Why are you so sweet?" ask her a little doubt.

The woman turned her head with her messy hair, looking at Rafael with a lazy face.

While Rafael now retaliates with furrowing eyebrows.

"There's someone who's told me that it doesn't end well for anyone to deal with."

"Even if he doesn't remember everything is a good thing, everything is still not good." Alesha then slid her face down on her tiny bag.

"The problem is that he's still causing trouble for me right now" she said.

Rafael could only stare at Alesha with a sigh. I don't know why, he felt so nervous.

The woman now raised her face again. "You knew? That guy is a bitch. Very, very annoying." He then glanced at Rafael. "Even more annoying than you.

Of course, hearing that ridicule sentence, now Rafael raised an eyebrow. "Whatdidyou say? Me? Sucks?" his voice rose by several octaves.

The man was emotionally disturbed. Yes, indeed they often argue strongly and several times involved in disputes, but he did not know that he was considered annoying for Alesha.

Isn't that outrageous? Though Rafael always tried to be calm to face the woman.

Alesha just sighed. Then flick the palms on the man sitting to his right.

"Ah, stop. It doesn't matter now." The woman then thins her lips.

"How many minutes do you think the delay is tolerable?" He looked at Rafael, but then answered himself. "For him, it doesn't exist."

"I have calculated carefully about the timeliness of the time. I remember once having ten minutes left for class when I came out of the toilet."

"Then the travel time needed to get to the faculty building was seven minutes, but unfortunately it was wrong to enter the fifth semester class."

"After that, go out and find a class. It only took a minute and after class, there was already a lecturer there."

"I'm pretty sure he just came. The students have just opened their books. Do you think I'm too late? No, right?" Alesha complained at length that the ending was asking for justification.

"However, the cruel man even deliberately punished me to have to make ten letters of apology for him."

"Gosh, that's right. I never even wrote a love letter to a man when I was in High School, but now I'm making a punishment letter."

The woman continued. His face was really sour. His forehead was wrinkled and his eyes showed a bright look.

"Do you know what makes me most nervous?" alesha asked, now facing Rafael with her lesbian face.

"Here." Alesha patted her own chest. "My heart is really stupid" he said slowly, then turned his eyes away.

Rafael who heard a long grievance from the woman next to him, immediately felt uneasy. Looking at the words of Alesha, there must be an implied meaning of every word.

For a moment Rafael softened his gaze, realizing Alesha's words through his prejudices. "Do you like that guy?" asked the skeptical Rafael who was currently still staring intensely at Alesha's face.

Alesha turned to look at Rafael. The woman was stunned for a moment. A second later, he shifted his eyes.

"Yes," he replied slowly. "Obviously, ever."

Hearing Alesha's reply, for some reason, Rafael felt that something strange was stirring his heart. There's a sense of worry. There is a subtle sense of anxiety. It is very difficult to define it with certainty.

Suddenly he felt dejavu. His sense of invalidity seemed to come from something he had felt once before.

Of course because the man suddenly remembered about his ex-wife— Aeleasha Charlotte.

Yeah, correct. Something happened in a similar situation. In the past, Aeleasha—his ex-wife once had a secret daddy. The woman loved the man even though he had hurt her for raping her until she became pregnant and left.

Until Aeleasha has established a marriage bond with Rafael, the woman's love for the man who raped her is inevitable.

Even Rafael's incompetence at that time made Aeleasha have to leave his side when a man named Arsenio begged for forgiveness and wanted to return.

For a moment, there was a fear approaching Rafael. He was afraid that everything would repeat itself.

The man then turned on his car engine, trying to eliminate bad thoughts that crossed his head. After exiting the campus area, Rafael further increase the speed of the car until it reaches high speed.

But, baby, his mind is getting messed up.

In her brain, now swirling the scenario of how Aeleasha used to leave her for the sake of a beloved former sugar daddy.

Each of its most important parts repeats itself in memory like a scene design that is recorded vividly in cinema.

Now, one by one random question appeared in Rafael's mind. What if this Alesha did the same?

Rafael exhaled violently. He was moving the gas faster.

While at his side, Alesha sat quietly without protest at all. It was as if his mind was also being kidnapped by the memories of his past.

They traveled without taking a word out of their mouths.

Alesha was too preoccupied with her own thoughts about Alex and thought about her fate.

While Rafael is preoccupied with his thoughts on Aeleasha—his ex-wife. Those bad memories kept bothering him.

Because Rafael drives at high speed, it doesn't take long to arrive.

The car stopped in front of the hospital. Rafael took off his seat belt, then unlocked the car, but then he fell silent when he glanced at Alesha.

The woman opened her car. Until when the door gaped a little, Rafael immediately held the door closed.

He held the door opener until his body leaned towards Alesha, creating a distance that eroded until thin.

Alesha looked at him strangely. He raised his eyebrows. "What are you doing? Getaway from me!"

"Alsha." Rafael looked at the woman sharply. "Let's make one more deal."

Alesha who frowned, now turned back to give distance to Rafael who was now too close. He looked at the man nervously.

"What?"

"Don't get in touch with other men." The man spoke firmly. "As long as we're in contract, I'm your only man and you're my woman. That's the rule."

Rafael's words instantly made Alesha's sigh restrained. He did not understand why Rafael suddenly behaved like this, but as if hypnotized to see the sharp look of a man with a distance of only a few inches and absolutely can not wiggle.

Finally, he who was feeling very nervous about being very intimate with the man, could only nod his head lightly approvingly as he felt that there was no other choice and was also not at all close to any man.

To be continued...