My Naughty Sugar-Boy

I'm a 36-year-old divorce, so sad! Of course, it will be interesting to remind you that I have

cially. I have a business that is quite lucrative and has

o me, especially in my failed marriages. Thank God, I have a daughter, Stephan

, she was my childhood friend and we remained great fr

me, she was never divorced instead, it was the cold hands of death that took her

before I left for the city to live with my ex-husband, I was fond of him. Yes, that was 4 years ago. I can also testify to the fact that the lad must have had some kind of crush on me but, I

y for me, I moved in with my husband (who is my ex-husband now) in his rented apartment in the City. I handed over my res

and over her phone to Johnny and ask the lad to speak with me. We would talk about so many things. Most of the things we talked about were hilarious. Yes, such were they because I always hear Melinda laughing in the background. I would ask h

n their childhood days, I bring Steph along whenever I was going to see Melinda. I watch them as they seldom play. Despit

ed in Kingston his wife. I believed she will safe under him while I m

them were twenty years each and were in college. I was surprised given their odd past. However, I was happy for Steph. I believ

te ways. Months later, we divorced. The thought of heading back to Kingston town never left me alone. For me,

I was gonna touch now soon. She shouted so exci

more I get to see my ex-husband who lived in the same street as me, the more I would be always forced to remember the best and tha

terday I touched down. Luckily for me, I met no one who had any acquaintan

as doing lest I miss Melinda that morning. It was obvious she woke up on time

changed. The ornamental trees that were used to beautify the environment never changed except for some new small trees g

f a sudden it opened by itself. Behold, my eyes caught something I n