The Married With Sugar Daddy

Dinners

David took me to a small Seafood Dining House that was near the pier and the funniest thing was that the restaurant also served burgers there - more like a sandwich, like a sandwich, and all of it is Seafood. Apparently David decided that seafood would be a much better and healthier option. Burgers and all fatty and greasy fried foods can cause high cholesterol and such while fish and other foods contain a lot of protein and omega 3, it would be good for me. I almost forgot that he was a doctor and one day a part of him would come out.

After finishing eating, David and I took a little walk on the dock. We talk about many things and get to know each other and also our lives with each other. After a while, I felt like my feet were starting to hurt from wearing these higheels for hours.

"Hey, are you okay?" David asked as he watched me stop walking, "What's the matter?"

"I'm fine, it's just ... My legs are a little tired and it starts to hurt" I told him.

"Oh, well then we should get back to the car" urged David.

"Maybe that's a good idea," I agreed and I started walking again before frowning and stopping again, "Oww, these shoes are not very practical to wear with a lot of walking."

"You have to take it off" David told me.

"I'll do it," I replied, leaning on the staircase to take it off and sighing in relief, "Omg, being barefoot like this is uncomfortable."

"Here, jump behind me," David offered and he began to bend slightly in front of me.

"What's? No, it's okay. I can still walk, it's better now that I've taken it off" I told him.

"And what kind of man am I if I should let you walk barefoot all the way. Come on," David grabbed me and pulled me to his back and rode on it then I held it tight.

"David, are you crazy? You can't carry me," I chuckled in disbelief as he began to walk with me on his back.

"If you weren't aware of Naomi, that's what I'm doing right now."

In my opinion, it was a very sweet and romantic act, I put the painting in my room. I don't know if there's still another almost perfect guy out there like David.

"Naomi, I want to go to the market in a few minutes, will you come and help mom?" Mom said to me as she passed me in the living room and headed to the kitchen.

"Yes, of course," I replied as I sat on the couch and turned off the TV, "I'm going to change my clothes first, okay?"

I quickly ran upstairs to my room and changed my clothes using a red and white striped blouse and folded my jeans and put on sneakers. During the trip to the market, my mother drove while I was just sitting in the passenger seat next to her.

"So, you know that my birthday is coming up any minute now, well exactly next week?"I told her.

"Hah uh," I replied keeping her focus on the road.

"Well, I'm not gonna ask you guys anything, but if anyone's wondering what I should get, remember I like make-up" I told her.

"You say it like it's a code to mom," I chuckled at me, "I don't understand why you want makeup so much, aren't you pretty?"

"Mom, that's not the point. Makeup enhances the beauty that already exists and makes me feel more confident." I said to her, "Yes, I was beautiful but somehow the makeup just gave me an extra boost that made me feel even more beautiful. Is something wrong?"

"Mom never said anything was wrong or bad about it, I just said that mom didn't really know all about make up" Mom said to me, "I just thought natural wasn't better."

Of course he'll think about it. My mother is that kind of person. She doesn't like make up, even she barely wears anything, I think it's because my dad prefers her with a natural face. My dad hates makeup, fake eyelashes, fake nails, and so on. So my mom kind of likes to go with everything natural, she doesn't even wear nail polish and stuff. Sometimes, she wears some mascara and natural-looking lipstick or blushon, even if I force her. There's nothing wrong with her going in her natural state, she's really pretty with no extra makeup, but I love makeup and it's not a matter of insecurity or whatever it is, she said, it's just that I have a passion for it.

I remember, my dad was mad at me for wearing lipstick when I was 14, she thought that makeup was not good for kids so I only used simple lipgloss and little mascara until I was 18, I decided that I would start expressing myself by wearing makeup. My own father praised me and told me that I look beautiful even though he doesn't like makeup.