"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
The dinging sound of the elevator signalling somebody's here startles me from my task; I was putting the cupcakes into a large box, ready to deliver them in an hour. Wiping both my hands on the apron, I walk towards the elevator only to find Calvin Gunn is currently standing tall with a black silk eye mask already being wrapped around his head, blinding him. I thought he looked delicious this morning in his dark blue three piece suit, but when he surrenders himself like this, the dominant part in me roars at the submission."You left something?" I ask innocently despite the glaring eye mask. "You gave me a parting gift, it's only fair I do the same," he shrugs nonchalantly eventhough it's so obvious what he intends to do. Or what he intends for ME to do, since he's all blind and just standing there, waiting to be ‘done’. "I don't quite understand." I prolong the play, urging him to say it. That he wants me. When I packed the cupcakes this morning, I was just being playful by putt
His phone that was in the suit jacket I tossed earlier suddenly rings that both of us freeze, as if it's a tool to break this dream and bring us back to reality. He turns to the source of the sound while I'm already making my way to get it. Didn't realise I was so engrossed with the stripping that I kicked his suit jacket quite far from where he's standing. I'm about to take the call when he commands, "No, don't pick it up." "But it could be important.""Do not pick it up." It was an obvious order, and being the bratty me I really want to push his button so I grab the suit jacket anyway before he grumbles, "You won't like the consequences." "I will do as I please, thank you very much," I reply cockily as I press the accept button. It's his assistant, Anna. And please, I'm doing this because I actually don't want him to miss anything important. What if it's an emergency? What if it's about his children or grandchildren? I wouldn't be able to live if their life is hanging on a thre
"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