The Real Sugarbaby of Melbourne

Previously on the Real Sugarbaby of Melbourne...

"Fuck I wanted to do this ever since I saw you..."

"Whitney, we shouldn't be doing this..."

"I have never felt so attracted to someone like this before."

The strong, vivid memory of Jack's hands running up and down my back as he pinned me against the wall burned in my brain for the rest of the week. I had busted several loads alone in my bedroom thinking about the passionate intimacy we shared, even if it was for a brief moment.

Every time I let Randy fuck me and my mind drifted off to Jack, I couldn’t help but feel guilty that I was fantasising about this mysterious sexy photographer instead of appreciating the fine silver fox that I did have. But I couldn’t help it. It was as if my mind was so fixated on Jack that it could barely pay attention to anything else.

By the time Saturday night rolled around, I started to get ready, knowing that Randy had a business meeting with some of the executive producers from his cable network. When I appeared to ask Randy what he was wearing tonight, the complete shock in his face told me everything I needed to know.

“This is an important dinner tonight,” he explained. “I can’t have you there distracting me.”

I couldn’t hide the disappointment in my face. I really enjoyed playing the sweet and naïve trophy boyfriend of Randy at business dinners, smiling when prompted and laughing when appropriate. Randy rarely attended business dinners without me so it took me by complete surprise.

“I’ll give you an extra few thousand to make up for it, okay baby?”

I smiled and kissed him quickly on his lips. I helped him fix his collar and straightened his tie for him before returning to my room.

I had barely sat down on my bed when I decided to whip my phone out and called Rachel.

“What happened?” she asked me immediately.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re a texter. You only call me when something’s happened.”

“Okay fine you’ve got me there. I thought I was going to a business dinner with Randy tonight but he just uninvited me. Do you want to do something tonight?”

“I’m going to a local band gig at Shady Jay’s tonight with Camille and Trent. Do you want to come?”

Half an hour later, I was in my trusty Tesla driving out west to pick up my friends. Driving out to the west reminded me of the awkward conversation I had with my parents prior to moving out to be with Randy. I was raised in a middle-class suburb in the west of Melbourne, and after moving in with Randy, I had found that the times I drove out west to see my family became less and less with each passing month.

I pulled up in front of Rachel’s house and sent her a text message announcing my arrival. Moments later, my best friend walked out with our other friends Camille and Trent, who had their arms around each other in a loving embrace.

“You know this car is too good to be here, right?” Camille said.

While Rachel had become accepting of my arrangement with Randy, Camille was more indifferent to it, and sometimes was quite judgmental. While she enjoyed reaping all of the benefits of dating one of the richest men in Australia, Camille would always take little side jabs at me whenever she had the chance. Trent, however, thought it was the most fascinating thing ever.

I pulled up at the carpark of Shady Jay’s and stepped out of the car. Shady Jay’s was mine and Rachel’s normal hangout prior to moving in with Randy, so walking into the comforting bar was slightly nostalgic for me.

A few heads in the room turned when they saw me, no doubt recognising the young gold digger they see on the gossip tabloids, but by now I was completely used to it. I was used to being labelled a gold-digger or a trophy partner, and at first those comments got under my skin, but Randy taught me that their opinions meant nothing to him so they should mean nothing to me, and eventually I got it.

“Drinks on you, Whitney?” Trent asked.

I simply nodded my head and started a bar tab, opting to order a glass of chardonnay for myself. I seized my glass and sat down at the table next to Rachel.

“I don’t know how you get used to all the staring,” Rachel mumbled to me.

“It’s fine. Seriously, I don’t even notice it anymore.”

I took a sip of my wine as the bar manager announced the band was about to begin performing. Camille and Trent joined us at the table while the band began setting up on the stage.

I brought the wine glass to my lips to take another sip. My eyes glazed over the band members on the stage until I saw the drummer. My eyes widened as I concentration zeroed in on the handsome man.

He had his long dark hair tied up in a messy bun which swayed as he bopped his head to the music he was creating. The impressive musculature in his arms was revealed in his red checkered shirt where the sleeves were torn off.

It was Jack. The object of my sexual fantasies was now skillfully playing the drums in front of me.

“Are you eyeing that sexy drummer?” Rachel asked me.

“Rachel… that’s Jack. As in the Jack.”

Rachel’s mouth fell open as she put two and two together and realised that the sexy drummer was the man I had a forbidden tryst with in his photography studio. It was almost a cruel yet tantalising irony that I was sitting here watching him play his drums.

I watched as Jack bopped his head to the music, his hands moving around to strike the different areas of his drum set. They say that the true beauty in someone shines when they’re engaged in their passion, and no truer words could have been spoken about Jack as I watched him really vibe with the music he and his band created.

His gaze travelled across the room until his eyes met mine. The smile on his face slightly faltered and it looked as if he was shaken, but he quickly regathered himself and continued his set flawlessly. While at times he would down at his drum set to ensure he had made the right move, his gaze never left mine.

“Is that cute drummer staring at you?” asked Camille.

“He was the photographer that shot me the other day,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “He must’ve just recognised me.”

After the band had finished one of their songs, I got up out of my seat and walked over to the bar to order a Coke Zero. The bartender rung it up on my bar tab and quickly placed the glass down in front of me with a paper straw.

“Whitney? What are you doing here?”

I turned around and caught my breath at the sight of Jack standing right in front of me, a charming half smile resting on his face.

“My friends invited me to come with them tonight and I decided to join them last minute.”

Jack chucked lightly. “It’s almost a cruel irony.”

“Cruel and tantalising.”

I took a long sip from my glass as my eyes took in the entire handsome sight that was Jack Underwood.

“You know you stand out like a sore thumb here right?” he said.

“What do you mean?”

Jack nodded towards me. “You don’t often see someone at one of these gigs in a designer white leather jacket and a t-shirt that cost more than most people’s car payments.”

I knew he had meant no harm with that comment, but I would be lying if I didn’t say it stung. I was used to these kinds of comments from people, especially from people I used to call friends before I had Randy in my life, but hearing it come from Jack’s lips made it more real.

My smile must’ve disappeared because Jack caught on immediately.

“No, Whitney, I was kidding. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“It’s okay. I shouldn’t be so sensitive.”

I took another long sip of my Coke Zero and placed the glass down emphatically on the bar. I excused myself and made a beeline for the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and approached the mirror, taking particular note of the $3000 jacket I was wearing and the t-shirt that cost $750. I looked at my reflection and thought about how Whitney from four years ago would barely recognise the man in the mirror right now.

The door swung open behind me and I saw Jack’s hulking figure walk into the bathroom. My eyes never left his in the reflection of the mirror as he slowly approached me with his palms up.

“I’m sorry, Whitney. I would never intend to hurt you.”

“It’s okay, Jack.”

Jack placed his hands on my shoulders and my body almost shivered underneath his touch. Within his grasp, I had felt a sense of security I wasn’t sure I had ever felt in my life before. I craned my neck to give him better access to the place his mouth and lips had been all over only a few days ago, silently urging him to cross that line once more.

“I need you Jack.”

Taking that as a green light, Jack almost growled as he spun me around and pressed his lips hungrily against mine. I let out a soft moan as his tongue thrashed against mine in a heated, passionate embrace. His hands slid down my back and grabbed onto my hips, giving my ass a tight squeeze. Without a word, I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist as he pinned me against the wall.

Jack’s lips trailed down and across my neck as I held the back of his head in both of my hands, wanting to force Jack to get as humanly close as possible.

“This feels so good, Whitney.”

When Randy and I had sex, I always really enjoyed it. Randy knew how to please me as much as knew how to receive pleasure. But I had never felt this raw, intense passion for anyone as I had felt with Jack.

The sound of the bar manager announcing that the band was going to start playing again soon interrupted our passionate encounter. Jack placed my feet down on the floor and pulled away from me, his hazel eyes beaming down at me.

“Isn’t that just the luck?” I said.

Jack smiled. “I don’t know what it is about you, Whitney…”

“But I just can’t control myself around you,” I finished his thought.

I got up on my tip toes and planted a kiss on his lips quickly before swiping his phone from his back pocket. I held his screen up to his face to unlock it and tapped my phone number in.

“I hope to see you around, Jack Underwood.”

Jack laughed, flashing his dazzling white smile. “You’re impossible, Whitney Kross.”

I straightened up my jacket and pulled the hem of my shirt down before exiting the bathroom and rejoining my friends at the table.

Next time on The Real Sugarbaby of Melbourne…

“I can’t stay away from you, Whitney.”

“Are you sure he’s worth it, Whitney?”

“Sleep with me tonight, baby.”