RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System

After chatting with deepsnake, I collapsed into my seat, idly swirling it around as I tried to cool my brain. Discover hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

Everything deepsnake had told me, rather than bring me peace instead brought me distress and at the forefront of this distress was Lucy's disappearance.

Irrespective of who the wife I was supposed to seduce was, the system had given me 5 years to work towards dealing with her and though I was mindful of how fast time could pass, I also had enough brain cells in my head to know that I had to focus on the most pressing issues.

Rubbing my forehead as I thought over the issue with Lucy, I couldn't help but wonder if I had been taken to the past or an alternate timeline because I found it hard to believe that the people I was meeting in this current time were either far from normal, or they were different from who I thought they were.

In my last life, I died seeing Dr Racheal as a model woman, I never would have guessed that she had real deep issues with her last child. There was also Martha and Valera whom it turned out were total sex freaks, worse than the neighbours who were occasionally complained about in the building.

Back then Lucy had just been a fucking hit girl who I could see but never touch, I always imagined that she went on to become a supermodel and married some wealthy man.

At the moment, I couldn't help but regret that I had made no effort to at least get an idea of Lucy's life after college, it would have served as a good comparison to the events happening now.

"Then again it was my actions that had Albert die. Was it?"

My train of thoughts led to me remembering my ex-wife who had been the reason for me forgetting that there were any other females in the words and I quickly shook my head of this.

It took about 15 minutes for me to somewhat organize my thoughts and then I moved into action.

Having released deepsnake on LA University. To bolster the efforts, I decided to call Denise and inform her about the development and leave her some instructions.

Remembering that I now had Grace who could prove to be a valuable source of information in my hand thanks to Denise's foresight, I couldn't help but imagine giving the woman a love-filled fuck, but as I picked my phone to dial her, a call came in.

"Nadia" I muttered as I answered the call, figuring she wanted to inform me about the house agents.

"Hello Sir"

"Hey Honey, what do have for me."

I thought my words would stun Nadia but she took it in a steady flow.

"Well, I've arranged things with the house agents and will be sending you their contacts and the house addresses."

"Good"

"Sir housing can be quite tricky, there are major and minor nuisances that might be hidden from you and contract traps that you'll need to keep an eye out for.

I believe it's best I come with you."

"Okay"

My immediate acceptance stunned Nadia but she continued.

"Thank you. I have another matter to talk with you about, it concerns Martha."

"What about her" I asked more interest in my tone.

"Well Sir, she rejected the promotion and settled for the $1000 as a regular employee"

I went silent for several seconds and Nadia feeling pressured decided to speak a bit more.

"We have already gifted the money, even to the person who everyone including Martha was happy to point to be the manager.

"It's alright Nadia, you did well. It's just the woman that likes being a total headache."

"Thank you Sir, I'll work to see other ways we can channel money to her."

"That will be good."

"Alright Sir. Sir, should I come pick you or would you prefer to drive to the house."

"Come pick me"

"Okay, I'll get to that then"

"Bye"

Dropping the phone, I quietly sat in contemplation and imagined myself being Martha, wanting to understand under which terms it made sense for her to reject a job promotion and a nice sum of money something she desperately needed.

Twirling my head around the woman's thought process for about a minute, I gave up and walked to the bathroom.

There was a whole bunch of stuff to do but Nadia would soon be here, I had to get ready.

I had just stepped out of the shower and gotten some pants on when a knock sounded on my door.

Digging my towel through my hair hoping to dry it faster, I answered the door and when I opened it, I wondered if it was heaven or hell that was presiding over my today.

"Hello Martha"

Dressed in her attire of loose pants and shirt, Martha seemed like she was just getting back from work.

"Marcus" The mother greeted promptly, her eyes going to my hair falling to my body and with a strength I found impressive ripping her eyes off my figure before they could descend any further.

"Seems you're preparing to get out."

"Yeah, in a while, do you need help with something."

"No, I just came to give you something."

Martha's words were plain and she reached into her big handbag took out what looked like a box wrapped in an envelope and handed it to me.

Curious I reached for the package, but as I took it, she turned to leave and my left hand shot out and grabbed her arm pulling her to me.

"Marcus" Martha called out unhappy with my actions.

"What's in here"

"Something, that's why you're supposed to unwrap it."

"Talk Martha," I said, a firmness to my tone that had even the woman surprised.

I hadn't thought anything when Martha gave me the package but as I held it and she quickly moved to depart, a suspicion came to mind and I strongly hoped I was wrong.

"It's been 11 days since you gave me that money for rent and so now, I'm paying it pack 1033 dollars, 3 percent interest for each day that passed."

"I didn't give you money for rent" I lied.

Though at that time the plan had originally been for Martha to pick up on the fact that I was the one who came to her rescue, this situation was not how I wanted it to have been brought up.

"Really," The woman said, reaching for the package in my hand with a smirk.

She took off the fat envelope and then pulled out a transparent box, taking out a thick smaller envelope with a flowery design and showed it to me.

"Aren't these the envelopes you bought at the store that night with me?"

"They look the same,"

"Don't deny it Marcus, what are the chances that my mysterious helper has the same kind of envelopes as you.

Sending your next-door neighbour to deliver it doesn't also help your anonymity."