Perhaps he's being considerate, or Cassie is away for the holiday, but they haven't fucked since last Friday night. The night that I complained she was too loud.
"Are you reading those smut stories again?" He asks while putting a bottle of wine on the coffee table, along with two empty glasses.
"Girl's gotta learn, buddy." I grin, now focusing on him instead of my online romance novel.
"Instead of reading, you can just ask me. I'd like to think I'm an expert in that field." He pours the wine while looking all smug.
"Do you know that that's how the stories always start? The male lead offering the female lead sex, showing 'the right way' of how it's done. Then BAM! Th
I don't remember when did this tradition start, either the first year or the second year of our bachelor degree, but every Christmas Eve, Toffer and I would spend it together at Mom's. Then after dinner, we'd go to his parents' house for the Christmas party. Every year, without fail, Toffer's parents would organise a full-blast Christmas party. All of their family members and close friends would gather until midnight, drinking and dancing as if they're a bunch of teenagers.Though we too hadn't acted our age with the infinite shots and embarrassing dance moves so I can't comment much; we're all peas in the same pod! One thing for sure, I really, like reaaaally enjoyed myself that I'd have to stay the night there since it would be a reckless behaviour to brave through the extreme weather while being drunk. Truthfully, I stayed because the next morning, all of the family members would sit under the tree to open the presents. I've been joining them without fail every year, even during
“Are you going to the wedding?" May asks while we drink another serving of champagne. We occasionally hang out here at my house instead of hers since we can't be loud there; kids equal early bedtime equal good, exemplary behaviour instead of this inappropriate drinking habits."Whose wedding?" "Oh," is all she says then she drinks again. A decade of knowing this lady, I absolutely can sense that she has mistakenly asked the question. And now she's trying to cover it up by drinking the alcohol. "Very well, I'm going to pretend you didn't ask that." I conclude, too tired to drill her since we've been at it since the past three hours. Though we weren't talking about me or her but gossiping about our friends instead. "Alright, last item on the agenda," she finally looks at me, "when are you going to end your dating strike?" "Why would I?" "You're gonna be thirty in three months!" "So?” I roll my eyes, finishing my drink. Think we should call it a night. I'm almost drunk and she's t
I finally know why May buried the topic about the wedding she accidentally blurted two weeks ago. No, we didn't talk about it. I didn’t bug her about it because I fully respect her decision not to tell me. I accept that the topic was closed, as simple as that. Huh. I wish it's as simple as that. What happened was, on a boring Monday night, I was wasting my time by scrolling through my Faceb0ok feed when a friend of ours posted wedding pictures he attended the previous weekend.It was a photo of Christian and May, who’re chatting happily in their formal wear, sipping on champagne, with his right hand curled around his new woman. My heart broke a little noticing the intimacy between them; Christian and May being cheerful without me, and Christian with that new woman for the fact we had an excellent date few months ago before he ghosted me. Guess that's the answer I've been waiting for; there's no more hope to get back together with him. Perhaps that’s why he ghosted me- he doesn’t
“What do you want for your birthday next month?" "Hmmm?" I turn around to watch Toffer jumps on my bed, in his usual shirtless state. We're just home from our Saturday dinner at Mom's. "I honestly don't know what else I should get you. You've got everything, Nino!" I grin as I pull my playful look, "Except a boyfriend that I can lose my virginity to."He keeps quiet as his fingers tap the phone furiously. He must be texting someone, perhaps Cassie since he hasn't seen her for two days now. Yes, I am fully aware of their meetings. Because he'd bring her here every time they go out on a date, to continue their passionate work out routine since they stuff themselves with too much food the previous hours; Toffer's words not mine. "I thought you're still on dating strike?" He is finally back to the conversation after a good two minutes of silence. Guys and their bad multi-task gene, pffft. "I was thinking," I turn around again from my laptop, still sitting on my chair but facing him w
It's been two weeks but I can't wrap it around my head that my bestfriend, the one I've shared my secrets with since a million years ago, had foursome with his buddies but I don't even know he has that in him. That, the kinky part. I don't want to judge him but come on, he had a freaking foursome with his friends. What else did he do? Because the way he told me two weeks ago, it's as if there's absolutely nothing abnormal happened. Did he ever shared Lauren with them? Cassie? Or any other girl he fucked before? What else did he do? I'm really curious what are the kind of things that he considers as worthy-of-feeling-awkward-with since that freaking foursome was mentioned as normal as everyday's-life-routine. "Why are you so interested in dark romance?" He asks all of a sudden when we are on our way to work, “Is that your fantasy? Being raped? Used? Humiliated?"..... okay. Note to self, I'm not sharing my Wattpäd account with him anymore. "I'm not really comfortable discussing th
"Done." I announce as I walk back to the kitchen. He's sitting on the bar stool, swiping the phone screen furiously, which I know by heart that he's playing Fruit Ninja. "Good. I've already told Cass I'm busy today so," he puts his phone on the kitchen island, now focusing on me. "Okay." Another rule for our friendship day and that sacred one-pass-a-year; nobody interrupts us. I figured the only person who would do that in my life is Mom and May but they both have their life to live, so nahhh, no need to inform them about this. We don't even contact each other every day. Being best friends doesn't mean we have to talk every day. "Let's have breakfast, shower, then go to the park. Okay?" "Okay." I grab the omelette and squirt some ketchup on the side, "What time did you wake up?" "Six." Wow that's early. Though he does wake up at 6.30 every morning on weekdays. "What time did you sleep?""I don't know, around 3. Maybe." I nod a couple times, munching the omelette without aski
“Do you feel like having Italian?" I ask him on our way home, it's only two hours since we had our big breakfast but I'm already craving for some pasta. "Italian? You mean pasta? Or the Mafia?" "Stop it Toff! Pasta!" I hit him on the arm as he laughs. Both of us are absolutely at ease since we've settled our issues. I am again comfortable with my best friend. "You want me to cook or you want to eat at Carmine's?" He asks after he’s done laughing at his own joke. "Do you want to cook lunch or dinner? Choose one. Either lunch at Carmine's or dinner at Crabby Panties." His eyes light up at the mention of his favorite place, "Alright I'll cook lunch!"He strips his clothes once we're home, cooking in just a pair of boxer as I take my own sweet time to change into a comfortable shirt and shorts. Fine, this is his shirt too but like what happened to his previous shirts, it's mine now. "I've always loved your pasta!" I sit on the bar stool, planning to watch him cook while doing nothin
We spend the rest of the afternoon talking about random stuff but knowing us, we mostly talk about sex and relationships. That's when I know Cassie is actually uncomfortable with how close he is with me. No, let me rephrase that. Cassie doesn't get why he is so close with me as if there isn't enough men in this world to be his best friend that he has to have me, a woman, in his life so yeah, Cassie is ‘very’ uncomfortable with how close he is with me. That's why for the past three, okay almost-four months, Toffer always go out on a date with her five to six days a week, and would send her home every morning instead of going to work with me as we always have. In short, she doesn't want Toffer to spend time with me anymore. Though he has not failed to show up to our weekly Saturday dinner at Mom's, which he will later disappear right after sending me home and will only come back with dearest Cassie for their passionate love making -insert gag face here-. I seriously didn't know that
It was a small event. A small, intimate wedding that was attended by my family and his, our close friends, and Lauren's little family. It was small but it filled my heart to the brim, with the abundant of love I received from all of them. We're lucky to have a crowd that love us that much. I might not have a father but I'm content with this much love. We wanted to have the wedding when the whole Corona thing ends, at least with a vaccine being given to all, but my grandparents were not having it. They didn't care if they die as long as we don't live in sins anymore. ...pretty sure they're going to shun me out if they know I've been screwing around beforeee I got married. At one point I was mad that Grandma is being such a hypocrite; I'm sure she screwed more guys than I did before she got married to Grandpa. But I got schooled when she preached 'the past is the past, I'm paying with my present now to devote to Him.'"Do you even hear what I said?" He groans inwardly."Hm? What? Wha
"Where are you going?" He asks the moment he sees me all dressed up on a Monday morning while he’s still in his boxer. "I'm going to the hospital,” I grab my bag while answering him. “Hospital?”“I made an appointment,” I explain briefly, checking the content of my bag if my wallet is in there. "Appointment? What appointment?” He’s truly confused and shocked hearing it, to the point of freaking out, “Why didn't you tell me? What appointment is it? Wait up," he’s already running to his room when he shouts, “I'll be ready in five! Wait for meeeee-”I can’t help but to smile as his voice fades through the wall. Ten minutes later he appears on my bedroom door, now dressed in a pair of jeans and a black jumper."Lessego!" He sure is chirpy for someone who barely slept last night. He stayed up to accompany me by the toilet bowl, rubbed my back as I swore I would never have sex until I tie my tubes- never getting pregnant again! Morning sickness sucks. It isn’t even ‘morning’ sickness. I
I thought I heard Mom's voice but I remain in the same position, too tired to do anything. This morning sickness will kill me even before the baby's out."NINAAAAAAA!" Shit! That's really Mom! I'm not hearing things! "NINA! Get your ass here NOW!" And when I hear the second scream I scurry out of the room, "Mom?" I walk to the kitchen and there she is, looking so mad with a nervous Toffer next to her. Did he tell her about me? Is that why she's so mad? "Why didn't you tell me!" Mom runs to me and hugs me so tight I can't breath, "Why did you suffer alone? You should've told me the moment it happened!" She finally lets me go then cups my face, "Are you okay, baby?" I nod eventhough very much confused with what's happening. Why is she here? She didn't tell me she's coming. Or she did but I forgot about it? Either way, why is she here? What does she mean about suffering alone?"How long has it been? Are you sure you're okay? You don't look okay. Did you even sleep? Eat? How long ha
Christopher's POV 👦🏼"Daddy?" "Yeah?" "Did Papa make Mama Nina shick?" "Hmmm?" I stop staring at my laptop screen and quickly turn around to find my four year old son looking a little bit upset. "Papa also made Mummy shick like this." Oh? "Why did Papa make Mama Nina shick? Did he love Mama Nina too? That's why he made her shick? Like Mummy?" I'm sorry but I can't help laughing at his logic. "It's not funny, Daddy." He frowns, crossing his hands on his chest, more upset than before. "No he didn't do it." I finally say once I lose all the laughter. "He didn't?" Kai gasps, "But Mama Nina ish shick like Mummy." "I did it." It feels so surreal to admit it. I made your Mama Nina sick. I made her cry, I made her mad, I made her so many things I am upset with myself for doing all those things to her. But I still can't force myself to accept what's happening now. I'm processing. "Why did you do it? Because you love Mama Nina?" I nod, I do love your Mama Nina. "But are you goi
Christopher's POV 👦🏼I made her cry. I made my wife cry. I made the love of my life cry when all I wanted to do five minutes ago was to make her cry in pleasure. But now she's crying from a heart ache, that is caused by me. "I love you that way too Nina," I murmur in soft voice but she is still sobbing, shaking her head a few times, refusing to accept it. "You don't want to tell anyone about us, you don't want to have babies with me, not even a cat, I'm just your bed warmer." "You're not my bed warmer," I caress her back, "You're my cock warmer, Sweetheart." She instantly pushes me but I hug her tighter, "You're an ass, Toff." "I am, but that's why you love me so much, right?" She cries a little bit more then I bring her to my room so we can cuddle and perhaps kiss her sadness away. *** "Do you remember the day I asked you to sign the divorce papers?" She asks when she has calmed down after a good meal and a good fuck. See, that's all she needs to get better. Not a cat or
"How far along are you?" "Five weeks, maybe. I don't know, I just guess from the date of conception." I haven't gotten my period since I got the shots last year so yeah, that's the only input I have. "How did you find out?" "When I found the plan B pills in my bag, a week after the time I'm supposed to take it." I was so in a rush that day I tucked it in my purse only to find it a week later when I wanted to take out my coins at the grocery store. "And now you're asking me if you can be her nanny for a week?" "Yeah, for a dry run." I figured I'd get a taste of motherhood with her youngest. Perhaps it will make me be more firm with my decision. "By all means, be my guest. I'd love to have an unpaid nanny on top of the two I already paid." She seems to be hesitating over something. It's weird, since May never holds up her tongue. "What is it?" I ask boringly while caressing my goddaughter's hair. "I'm just wondering... after all this dry run. What happens then? What if you thin
I've read too many immature stories that I know the outcome of it doesn't suit my taste. I mean, how stupid can you be to stand a guy your entire life just because of an unwanted pregnancy. But again, it comes back to your core principle- either you believe in abortion or creating life. I'm a Christian, who devotes herself to the teaching that life is precious. So I'm contradicting myself, on one side I do agree that life is precious; I don't have the right to take it away from this world. But on another, life is too precious for me to toy around with my life drama and an ex husband who doesn't want it. "Wanna fuck?" He asks casually when I'm sitting alone on the couch watching tv. It looks like I'm watching Nëtflix but truthfully, I've been racking my brain on how to deal with this. And yes, we still have sex despite the divorce that happened a few weeks ago. Though at the moment we're just roommates with benefits. Bestie with benefits. Exes with benefits. Whichever you prefer.
"Why are you here everyday?" I glare at her while putting a finger across my lips, warning her to shut the hell up. "Oh stop it, it's even noisier being in my body than out here. She'll sleep just fine." May keeps on talking with her normal voice, but I'm not having it. This baby needs her precious sleep to grow healthily. "Toffer's gonna be mad if he knows, you know." I roll my eyes at her warning. As if I care, he can go fuck himself. I'm my own person, I will do whatever I want, however I please. If I want to stay at my best friend's house every single day, I will goddamn do it! No permission needed! "Why can't you tell him you love him? Isn't it easier? You'll get your answer, and I'll get my peace." "You can be on your way, I'm here for my god-daughter. Not you." I hug the newborn tighter, smelling her hair. Mhmmmm there's something captivating with their smell, so pure and calming. May gave birth five days ago which means I've been coming here every single day. I even se
It's finally ending. We are not trapped in the house anymore as of today after the announcement made on national tv that the lockdown has officially been lifted. Last night we celebrated the news as if we're getting our freedom back for the fact I don't know if it's indeed for the freedom or perhaps the end of this sweet dream. I'm wearing the dress I ordered online last week, purchased it for the sole purpose of wanting to look beautiful -and appetising- on our first monthniversary but after the announcement, I decided to put it on for our first date.Oh yes, he asked me for our first official date after our second round of 'celebration' last night. "This gotta be the most expensive restaurant you've ever brought me to," I tell him once we step into the Michelin Star eatery. "I'm planning to use all my money while I can just so you don't have much left when you leave." He even ordered a new suit to be delivered on the same day for this date, obviously maxing his credit card for