Alya has been living in her cocoon since forever that stepping into NYC calls for an adventure. Or rather, to curb her wandering mind of what it feels like to have something you've been dreaming of- married to someone who has all the criteria you've seen only in movies. She leaves her comfort zone and dives into a life that has been scripted since day one. It can be two things, either a liberating experience to be someone who doesn't have to think much and just live the way it's been laid out, or to feel suffocated by how much scripted and planned everything is. Yummy DILF has been living his life in pretence. But if money can buy imagination who are we to judge him on that? He didn't exactly ask for our money to live that way, so leave the judgement by the door and come in for a read if you feel like you're open to this absurd pretence. *** "I need you to come for me." He orders in a stern tone after I've let out all sorts of noise while he tongue-fucked me. It finally dawns on me that I'm being a desperate bitch I never wanted to be when I first accepted this job. What have I become? "Come for me, B." His finger is pressing me into following his order to which I reluctantly shake on his mouth. As quiet as it began, it ends in the same way as he helps me with my thong and pulls down my dress to its original state. Stepping in my view he smiles at me smugly, "See, being my wife isn't always so difficult."
View MoreIt was my first weekend in New York, after a rather boring week since all I did was go to the office, walk back home, cook dinner, and sleep. Hit repeat.
I landed here last Saturday, all the way from my home country that is so different from this big city.Born in Jakarta, grew up in Jakarta, attended uni at Jakarta, worked at Jakarta; my entire life is stamped with Jakarta all over it that stepping foot here is like a slap to my face.My parents are the kind of people who prefer their kids to blend in with the surrounding community so despite the abundant amount of money they have, they sent my siblings and I to a government school instead of those private ones.I'd like to think myself as a lucky person considering the amount of procrastination and lazy-ass attitude I've been practicing since forever that somehow, along the way, I always, always managed to get away with everything.Lucky because I was granted a full scholarship for my bachelor degree at a local university. To be honest, I don't think I'm a smarty pants. This is purely luck.Lucky because I got an internship at the company others have been aiming. I low-key didn't hope much for anything bombastic. If I get a good placement, sure. If I don't, well, at least I got a placement. Right.Lucky because I got a job offer at that same company three months after I completed my studies. I don't know what they see in me but hey, if they want me, sure. I'm too lazy to send resumes to multiple companies anyway.So there, I had everything easy since day one.Until New York.I am so used to the pace I had at Jakarta, to chill and procrastinate until there's no more time left to procrastinate further that I had to force myself to finish the assignments but coming here, oh God, I feel like quitting this instant.Here in Big Apple, everything seems to be fast-forwarded to ten times because everyone, literally every single person I've met here wants things to be fast, fast, fast. Efficient, efficient, efficient. Perfect, perfect, perfect.It's not just perfect but it's perfect, perfect, perfect.Well, you get the gist. I'm not gonna repeat every word thrice, bless my fingers because the temperature is so low even the leather gloves I'm wearing right now don't really help. I'm freezing. Frosting. Urgh, again the struggle with the use of correct words. Have I told you how much I hate it here?One, I need to speak English ALL the time. I'm good with writing but I suck at communicating in this language. I miss my Jakarta so bad, where I can explain stuff at the office either with my broken English or just using the Indonesian language since everybody speaks it.Two, the weather. We only have one season there; it's hot all year round. Well it does rain sometimes but it's nothing like here. Don't get me wrong, I've been on vacations. I've been overseas. But to live here as in āworkā here for a loooong duration of time, it sorts of overwhelms me.Three, the company. No, not the company I'm working at, though that will come later in the next point but yeah, I mean the people around me.I only know three people here and the rest are all strangers. And those three? Well, I don't exactly know him or her like we're friends or something. It's more like, āhey I've seen his/her name before in an email!ā So basically, we're not even acquaintances.Four, the company. Yes yes, the office. I've mentioned this before, about the different work culture. Perfect, perfect, perfect, remember?Instead of work-life balance, people seem to focus on the results here. No wonder only high-achiever employees were sent to this New York office. To which come to my last point-Five, why me. Why. Like seriously, whyyy?Wait. I do know why. I was just being dramatic, asking God why though I know the management chose me because I'm the only person available for this assignment since everybody else is busy with other international projects.It's supposed to be this senior Geomodeller who has worked thirteen years in the company but she has to take one year of unpaid leave because of her baby. So here I am, being inexperienced and all, though I shouldn't say that since I've worked for six years now but yeah, whyyy. Why meee.I whine a lot considering this is just an introduction. Well, better get used to it. Because I do rant, whine, complain, insert other synonyms here because I'm all that."Hi." A good looking woman with charismatic voice, dressed in a white winter coat stops me from my walk to the subway station. It's Saturday afternoon but she's dressed as if she's on her way home from work.Well like I said, New Yorkers are all high achievers. Of course they work on Saturdays too. How would she be able to afford this fancy outfit if she works like me, clocking eight hours then off I go.Even during that eight hours I'd spend two playing my phone, another two gossiping with co-workers, and finally the last four to actually working. On top of the one hour lunch break, that sometimes extends to another ten to fourty minutes.But I don't think that lazy-worker behaviour will be happening here since I don't have any friends to be my partner in crime. Maybe, just maybe, I'll finally work during all that eight hours like I'm supposed to."Err hi." I'm not sure if I want to talk to this stranger. Mama did warn me not to talk to people who look suspicious.It's a big city and I'm new here so that calls for bad things to happen. But hey, she looked expensive, so what could go wrong? It's not like she's gonna kidnap me and cut my organs to be sold at the black market, Ma."I don't have much time but this is my card," she holds out a small rectangular piece of paper towards me, white just like her coat, shoes and bag, "If you're interested to be an actress, do call me."My eyes widen upon hearing what she said, "An actress?"I've decided at this particular moment that this black Michael Kors winter coat I bought last year during my vacation at London is worth every penny for making this magic that gives an illusion of me as a promising actress.And please, do remind me to tell Mama and Dian that this in-a-whim-purchase is seeing it's rate of return; a compliment from this elegant lady.It's not exactly a compliment but potato-potato, because actresses in Indonesia are always associated with beauty."Call me," she smiles genuinely then walks to the sidewalk, entering a black car that matches her expensive appearance.I stare at the card I'm still holding as the car has been gone for a couple of minutes now. There's this one big word at the top in capital letters spelling CUPCAKE.And below it, right in the middle of the card, there is one word which I believe is her surname since it's just a simple āCollinsā, with a phone number and an email address written under it.So this Miss Collins scouts people to be actresses? Hence the luxurious car and clothes with charisma sprinkled all over her?Uhh. This feels too good to be true.But as I said, I've always been lucky. I've been complaining about my work and within days, I got an offer to switch career? To be an actress?Is this for real or just a scam? Am I really that lucky?"You're... still pregnant?" I can't believe that came out of his mouth. What did he mean by that? I was only five months pregnant when he left, of course I'm still pregnant six weeks later! Does husbands have pregnancy brain too? But he looked so fuckable since I laid my eyes on him at the dining hall so I'm gonna let it pass. You're lucky you're gorgeous, Honey. Tapping my tummy, I reply him with the sweetest smile, "Nope, just had a big Thanksgiving dinner." "But... but the kicks-"I rub my tummy in a big circle, the way we always do when we're full from eating too much, "Must be the turkey." "Alya." He warns dangerously that I bat my eyelashes as adorable as I can, "Yes, Honey?" "It's not funny." He puts his palm back on the same spot, which I can't help but to grin. Have I told you how fuckable he looks right now? Or since my eyes laid on him earlier in the evening? Sooo fucking hot with the whole beard thing, I swear it feels like I'm back to the time when I was his sugar b
"You did a good job today, Princess." Dad has marched to his eldest grandchild who would always hold a special place in his heart, the same way she does to me. Genevieve immediately turns to him with a wide smile, "Wait till the dinner is served, you're gonna be even more grateful I'm the planner this year!" "I'm already grateful you managed to bring Alya here this year." The twinkle in his eyes can't be missed, as if he's really glad my ex-wife is joining. I knew it, I should've told everybody about the divorce. I should've known my grandparents would account every Gunn for this yearly family event, her included. Somebody is hitting the glass again, signalling everyone to be seated- the event is about to begin. I can see my grandparents are already at the head of this long table, thankfully they're at least ten seats away from us. The perks of not being a favorite family member. "Calvin." Dad suddenly calls my name, grabbing the attention of everyone to turn around and look at m
I hate how my grandparents still have control over me despite being in my forties. The fact that I too have four grandchildren makes it hilarious of how silly this has become. But that's what everyone in Gunn family gotta do- listen to the one who holds the mighty power. I'm not sure if all of us are in the will but it would be stupid to risk your name being excluded just because you're not feeling Thanksgiving this year. I've been working in Berlin for more than a month now. I made a deal with my cousin to switch our role that instead of handling the headquarter at New York, I asked if I can take the European branch. She wasn't too excited about it; nobody knows about my divorce except for my lawyers so she didn't understand why I asked for this all of a sudden.Our grandfather is the founder of Gunn Chocolate so everything has to be signed off by him. Emily suggested to hold it off and present the proposal to Grandpa in three months for me to think it through, only then we'll go a
Genevieve might be persistent but I'm a certified hard-head with stubborn as my middle name to listen to her when it comes to accommodation. She insisted I stayed with her because of how dangerous it is to be on my own in my late second trimester, at a three star hotel that's an hour away from everyone. She even whined on how unfortunate her little sibling is to live in a dumpster when the sister and brother are spoiled with luxury. Her endless chatter in manipulating my mind about what my baby deserves versus what he's getting because of my stubbornness, won. I finally moved to a brownstone near theirs on the next day; she accepted the condition that I would go anywhere but hers and Nate's place because the last thing I wanna do is to disturb them or interrupt their daily life. A week later I'm still here, with frequent visit from Gen which on the day she isn't coming, she'd call me to get updates, asking if I'm okay or if there's anything I need. There couldn't be possibly anyth
This is stupid. Everything is stupid ever since I left New York. Every single thing is fucking stupid since I figured out her game. "Another, Honey?" She doesn't wait for my response and waves for the bartender to get me my third fill of Macallan. Third or tenth, I don't bother counting anymore. It's just a stupid drink anyway. I've been heartbroken for more than a month now but it doesn't get easier. Heck, I feel like it's worse than when Scarlett left me. Perhaps because she did drop hints here and there that she's getting bored of our marriage, it's just that I chose to ignore them and that's how she just took off to find what she called, her long-lost happiness, in that stupid note she left on the nightstand. It was a classic rich women move, to get rid of boring toys and get themselves a new one simply because they have their own billions. But Alya, well, she's definitely the best player in the arena when she checkmated me at this game. I was so fucking stupid I hadn't rea
"Daddy didn't tell us anything about the divorce!" She gasps in disbelief the moment I told her what was going on, "I thought you followed him to Europe! I thought you guys are on your second baby-moon!" I smile bitterly while shaking my head, "I haven't seen him for a month now." Thirty nine days to be exact. "Oh my God!" She takes my hands in hers, gripping them tight as to give me the courage I've been needing since he left, "What happened? Why did he divorce you? So you're alone at the penthouse now? You should move in here, Al! It's too dangerous to stay alone when you're already in your third trimester!" I pull another smile, "Not yet, another two weeks till the next trimester." "So it's agreed? You'll stay here? Hmm?" "It's okay, I'm good where I am. I'll be here for another week then I'll fly to Jakarta." Because international travel is only permitted until the 28th week of pregnancy. I'm gonna need all sorts of documents and letters from my gynae if I were to travel beyo
It feels like only yesterday we had sex on this kitchen island when today, merely hours later I'm suddenly being served divorce papers by his squad of lawyers. "You just need to sign here." The grey haired man whom I believe is the leader of the squad, since he was the one who's been talking since the beginning, puts his index finger on a dotted line at the end of the page he's showing. Half an hour ago, I was busy prepping for dinner since tonight's theme is Indonesian Food so I always get excited and cook at least three different dishes as to introduce him to my culture when my helper who comes twice a week to clean this place told me a few men in suit wanted to see me.I rushed upstairs to grab a shawl before welcoming them only to be told they were sent by Mr Gunn to finalise the divorce. I stood there like an idiot neither mad or angry because I was too stunned for the fact he left this morning all cheery and happy with his promise to come home earlier than usual to help me co
Being told you're the centre of his universe, the bane of his existence, and all other sentences we only read in romance novels, well, I've gotta say I'm head over heels for him. As if this dreamy baby-moon at Bali is not enough, he had to top it up with the ultimate surprise when he planned a perfect beach wedding with the attendance of both my family and his (he actually flew every one of our family members from all over the world!) to witness the event where he made it official that I'm his forever, and he to me.We've been back in New York for a month now and have lived like a true couple who's madly in love with each other that it gags everybody out (by everybody I mean Genevieve) to see how cheesy he is all the time. I'm already halfway through my pregnancy though it makes me worried that I'm not showing at all, I actually avoid talking about the baby with Honey because I'm afraid I'm gonna freak out and ruin our relationship that's beginning to blossom.So Gen is the only per
I know this will never be easy. I know anything with regards to Alya will always be challenging but I welcome them all, with open heart and even bigger mind; I've always loved a feisty one anyway. Scarlett was feisty too, that's why I never got bored with her. She's the exact balance of yin and yang; sometimes she's calm and supportive but most of the time she's that feisty woman who always excite me. When I had women posed as Scarletts, they tend to follow the script too much that after a few months, I got bored easily with the realisation that this is not the Scarlett I was married to. When I met Alya, she gave me the same vibe I had when I was with Scarlett. At times she's submissive and followed the script Drey and Ms Collins had drafted for all my Scarletts but most of the time she just went rogue with her own lines that I became addicted as to know what else was she going to do that is the opposite of what she's told. "I married you because I needed to sleep with you." I wa
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