I never thought I'd ever touch him the way I did in Italy, ever again. I was so adamant about the divorce it never crossed my mind for one day I'd be so overwhelmed with his presence, spending two days two nights straight with him, that on the second night I surrendered to my desire. It's not regret that I felt afterwards because I wanted it; nobody forced me, not even him, it's purely my lust that I chose to quench. It's just the draggy feelings I was beginning to have, knowing it will last for a lifetime, or perhaps two years if I'm not exaggerating, that I have to keep being by his side knowing I was the one who crossed the boundary and asked for it; this shameless woman who had been refusing him left and right was the one who initiated the move. Would I do it again?No. Never. Ever. Do I regret doing it?Urgh. I hate to admit I'm not regretting anything, because I loved how brave I was to face my desire and asked for it. It's just that... there won't be a next time. There
I've been a bit of a chaos these days. Few days ago I've been melancholy, judging by the extra hours I spent on the bed, sleeping for another one or two hours compared to my usual wake time, followed by lying down, scrolling through my phone, too lazy to leave the fluffy mattress until it's suddenly almost the time for Honey to come home that I'd rush downstairs to get some food before hiding in my room again. I'd bathe with different flavours of bath bombs every evening to somewhat lift my mellow mood, light the scented candles, sip on my warm tea, read a good e-book; I did all those things to patch myself up from the heart-break I've been feeling since I forbid myself from seeing him.It had been four days. I had been bracing myself for four days not to get out of the bedroom, afraid if I'd approach Honey and repeat the same thing. What happened last weekend shouldn't be carried forward; I've decided to wake up from the dream. But then it's like I had this surge of energy when
"You're not pregnant, are you?" I scoff at that ridiculous question from my sisters, rolling my eyes while at it, "Duh! Obviously not!" "What do you mean ‘obviously not’ ? You have sex with a man, there will always be a possibility of that." She schools me but I'm not fazed at all with that fact. "I took the plan B AND I'm on birth control. So shush, shattap you two. You guys aren't getting a niece or nephew, nuh-uh." "You took plan B?" Dian raises an eyebrow with suspicious look, "Why would you need plan B if you're on birth control?" Because I never planned on having sex with my husband that Saturday, or the following day, that's why I took plan B on Monday. God bless the pill for being effective until 72 hours after sexual intercourse because I was cutting close! "We suddenly think it's too soon to have a baby," I lie, not wanting my sisters to know about the real situation, "So you know, just to be safe.""So you're really not pregnant?" Luna chimes in after being quiet for
"Chill, Daddy! It's April's Fool!" Yeah, chill Daddy. It's April's Fool. Who hurt you? Why do you need to be so serious? Jeez. Genevieve is still laughing from the same spot since a minute ago, "Clearly we're fools to believe that! Good one, Al! Though I do want to chain you to a tree and let out a bag of ants all over you right now. Good one, Geema!" I grin at the compliment as the other adults are laughing as well as the bigger kids. Well, other adults except Calvin. Whatever, he's boring liddat. "Should we get to lunch now?" He breaks the happy bubble with the same stern tone, but everyone clearly still finds what I did is funny. They're laughing despite Calvin's serious face. "Geepa," Zoe, the eldest granddaughter calls him as she approaches the man, "Can I have some cold water? I'm parched."Parched? Wow. Is every five year old heiress thisss posh? I'm already amazed at her manners -when she chooses to be well-mannered, of course- but to use such vocabulary, I have to admit
"When are you due?" He raises the pregnancy test, showing it to us in regards to his question. Both of us are puzzled to note his gaze is directed towards Genevieve, and it becomes more awkward when Nate, Melody, and Gen's British husband come out to join us. "You're pregnant, Love?" Logan rushes to her, and that's when I finally get it. They all thought Genevieve was the one who took the test considering she's the last to use the restroom before Honey. Guess I'm off the hook...? Or things are going to get worse now? "No! No!" Her hands fly in the air, denying it, "I'm not pregnant! Hell no!" After three kids in just five years, I do understand where the ‘hell no’ came from. "Is it yours, Mel?" Nate sounds like he's about to have a heart attack. I can foresee the worries he has in mind since I've heard about Melody's difficult pregnancy, and their baby is only five months old now. She's too young to have another sibling. "Of course not!" She answers in such defensive tone. An
I never thought I'd be so affected by the prank. We had sex that Saturday afternoon after denying entry to my children, did it everywhere from the couch to the floor, and when I needed some elevation I carried her to the kitchen island, all in the blind. I thank my memory for knowing every corner of the house so well that I didn't hurt her when I moved her from one place to another, though we did have a good laugh when I hit myself with the wall that one time. I'd hit the wall a million times if I can get those giggles again. Just like before, she left first and asked me to count to a hundred before allowing me to take the eye mask off. She remained hidden in her room until three hours later she went straight to the kitchen, perhaps to fill her tummy with food since she skipped lunch for sex. I continued to do my work at the bedroom as she lounged at the living room; all I wanted to do was to be next to her but I didn't want to overwhelm her with my presence, afraid if she's gonna
Baking has shifted my attention from constantly thinking about Honey and this doomed relationship of ours. After the April's Fool, I decided to fill my time doing what I do best so I'll be a hundred percent busy and distracted; I got back on my feet as a baker. Or fancy name: pastry chef. I presented a few of my goods to a bakery near our place, asked if I could sell them there in case they like what I made. It was my weak attempt of testing the US market. However, located at a premium location as this area is full for billionaires and millionaires and assholes like Honey, they refused to entertain me, claiming it's a premium bakery at a premium side of the city, as if my stuff aren't premium enough to be put there. I got the same answer from other bakeries at the area, which I finally resigned to looking for other hobbies. I summoned Drey to brainstorm with me until he pitched me to the owner of the cafe we were hanging out at- the owner was his friend. Just six blocks away, it
Love is a strange thing.I love Alya so much to the point of granting her whatever she wants, even if it hurts me deeply. I have not bothered her anymore with my teasing, I have stopped initiating conversations and leave her be, I do everything quietly as not to annoy her with my presence, I am doing everything I can just to make her feel at ease this one month. Every day when I go down the stairs, or when I come up, I do hope to see a blindfold dangling on her doorknob, if we can relive the amazing weekend. But like I said, it's a hope. Knowing Alya and her stubbornness, it won't happen especially when she has something else on her plate now. Her bodyguards have been informing me about her recent part time job at a bakery a few blocks away from the penthouse, well that answers my question for her presence at the kitchen every time I'm home. She would always be doing something, and if I miss her I'd just hang out at the kitchen and eat slowly, pretending I'm not paying her attent