I have to admit I was a little bit upset to know he booked a suite with three bedrooms at the hotel we're staying, as usual. Though this time, instead of leaving the third bedroom unoccupied, he turned it into our marriage room where we had sex most of the time, aside from the unconventional places. We'd do it everywhere, but never at his or my bedroom. I had been wanting to ask what's up with his obsession to keep our bedroom as our private space because none of this was specified in the contract. Why would he limit himself, when I had been subtly inviting him in? But that's all I did; subtly inviting him in. I still remember my place, fully aware that I'm just the shadow of his beloved wife. On our flight back home, for the second time, he fell asleep next to me after our fun exercise. And that's why I had been looking forward to weekend escapes, especially the long haul flights, mainly because I love being so close to him all night long. It felt like he belonged to me. Me, A
"Why are you so busy anyway? It's not like you're training a new Scarlett." I whine when Drey keeps on hurrying me into looking for a dress he claimed he sent me last week but I can't seem to find it.The fact that I've been digging this space since the past fifteen minutes is starting to irritate me. For God sake, I'm already annoyed with Drey keep repeating "I have a job to do, Alya!" Excuse me, I’M your job. Stop rushing me! Though it's weird now that I don't hear any response from him."Is the connection bad? I didn't hear you say anything." I stop searching and take a glance at my phone. Oh. He's still there."I didn't say anything, Sweetheart." "You didn't..?" Just like that I know something is going on, because he always has something to say. So I quit my search and go back to my phone to confront him. "Are you... training a new Scarlett?" I have to get it out of my chest. It's killing me by how hard my heart is pounding. He looks at me in pity but answers me anyway, "...
I've known for two days now, but my heart still pains every time I remember how good he is at acting, playing my heart telling me how lucky he is to have me in his life. You should add ‘right now’, of how lucky you are to have me in your life ‘right now’. In six weeks you'll feel lucky with the next Scarlett. "I think I'd rather drown in you than jump in the pool." His stubble grazes the side of my thighs as I watch him take the last lick. "Can't get enough of this," he hums in approval then french-kiss my sex before standing in full height, lips glistening with my juices. Sometimes I'm pretty amazed the way he takes care of me but doesn't mind much about himself. Walking away with an erection seems a norm to him, though he does make it up once he gets the chance, railing me to the point I'd get wet the next day just thinking how good he did me. "We're leaving after lunch," he tells me as he adjusts the bulge that looked so uncomfortable in that tight Speedo, threatening to come
My mood has gone south since the warning his mother gave me last night. I can't sleep despite our rigorous exercise after dinner, I just can't stop thinking how stupid I must have looked in front of everybody, willing to be a doll next to Calvin Gunn (yes I know his name now because the guests kept calling him Cal/Calvin) as if I'm really a fake bitch with nothing but money agenda. By 5.30 am, I force myself to get up and get ready before going downstairs an hour later to search for the kitchen, onto my first task which is to prepare his coffee. Because as Drey said, doesn't matter the world is ending, I still need to have a cup of coffee for him by 7am. "Good morning B," he greets me with a smile when I'm bringing his coffee to the dining table just five minutes before 7. Apparently the entire family are morning people including the kids so the long dining table is full as if we're having a party of our own. He is the youngest of four brothers, and each brother has four kids wit
Do you know how awful it is when all you wanna do is sulk like a brat for being left out from that one important detail but you can't do it simply because you're not entitled to it? Ooooooh I really don't feel like talking to him at all, if it's up to me I will not talk, or eat, or sleep with him just to show my rebellious side but I know, I fucking know my place that I have no right to do so because his kids is his personal matter; he's not obligated to tell me anything.So like a good sugar baby I am, I stay beside him despite my heartache. This is nothing compared to what I knew two days ago about the next Scarlett. This is a whole new level of fuck-you in the face. "Daddy." Genevieve inserts her hand in his left arm all of a sudden when Honey and I were talking to his brother and sister in law. Honey is clearly caught off-guard as he looks at me with guilt, his right hand is still hugging my middle area. Yeah, I already know about your daughter an hour ago. "Can I follow you
I finally come home when Honey called and asked why am I still not at the penthouse after Brian updated him about our arrival at the city four hours ago. Honestly, all I want right now is to go home -my own home before this whole fiasco began- and hide under a blanket but I have no choice since he has summoned me to be home for dinner because he has cooked for us. "I don't think curry tastes like that." I hear her voice the moment the elevator door opens. She's here? I thought she has plans with her friend? There's nothing else I wanna do at this moment than to push the elevator button and go somewhere just so I don't have to face that bitch but I can't, because she is already looking at me right now. "This is myyy version of curry." He counters with his back to me, currently cooking something on the electric stove. "I'm still cooking so maybe the end product actually taste right," he adds, but Genevieve and I are already in this weird staring competition. The door automaticall
Eight hours at work managed to calm me down but to avoid conflicts like what happened this morning between us, I purposely ride the private elevator just a minute before 7pm. Fingers crossed Honey isn't home yet because I'm supposed to arrive before he's there. Fortunately, he hasn't. But I do find Genevieve Gunn comfortably stretching her legs out on the couch, stuffing herself with my snack that I stashed in the pantry, laughing her ass off watching Friends on tv. This sight is totally the opposite of the whole elegant-rich-girl image she had when we first met. I guess make up really has the magical power of turning a woman from a basic to a pretty clown, along with a good acting skill. She really made me believe she's as classy as her grandmother. Right now, nuh-uh. Not so much. More like a typical girl you see in a normal household. "How's your hole? How many guys did you managed to take at work today?" She asked without sparing a glance at me, eyes fixed on the telly. Okay
I spent two months with Drey to be the perfect Scarlett, on how to behave at every occasion. But right now, I seriously have no idea what to do when I'm still confused either to be the other woman in their father's life or to continue being Scarlett, their mother. ...assuming they're both birthed by Scarlett Monroe. When I first saw Nate at the bar prior getting to our table, he has this same warm smile his father has been sprouting our entire time together. He approached us and to my surprise, he leaned in so close to my face, and kisses my cheek before pulling his head away from me. "How's traffic?" He asked as he kissed his sister next, the same way he did to me. Four of us sat at our usual table and the night passed through with the two of them trying their best to make the dinner a pleasant one. Though Genevieve, she was trying to be cheeky with the little stunt she pulled. I had to mask my reaction and play along just to maintain the harmony, because I swear if it was up t
"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