"I need to tell you something." I think it's important to let him know about this one thing before we proceed further, before we're too far gone. "Hmmm?" He asks with a flushed face. His lips are glistening with my juice. Honestly if I know he's going to ask me to be his girlfriend tonight I'd dress up beautifully instead of donning this stupid donut pyjamas. And if I know I'm going to lose my virginity tonight I'd at least put on a nice set of lingerie instead of this purple marshmallow-pattern cotton panties and a pink cotton bra. I look like a 15 year old. "I'm a virgin." "Oh?" He looked confused but then sits down in between my wide spread legs. "Oh." It has finally sinked in."So, do you want to stop? I don't mind. Really." He tries to convince me he's okay with it, even with his facial expression. I giggle as I shake my head, "I'm just letting you know, in case you don't want to sleep with a virgin." "Why wouldn't I?" "Aren't you afraid if I'm going to get clingy or som
It's been A year since we first met each other. And I'm back at my aunt's cafe for my summer job. Can't believe I will be attending high school in a couple of months! And yes, I'm still dating Augustine. In fact I've gotten bolder these days that I spend the whole weekend at his place. I've been lying to both my sisters and my besties by using the same old trick; saying that I'm staying at Carrie's while to my besties I keep telling them I have to help my sisters with chores."I had this one customer yesterday," I begin as I sit on the kitchen counter, watch him prepare our lunch, "Oh in case you're wondering why am I talking about her, becauseeee she has the same Baby Dior you bought me last month." He nods as he smiles, so I continue my story, "So, she sat in my zone that's how I managed to get closer to her. When I took her order, wait wait, she has this bitchy resting face when she walked in but when I took her order, oh-my-God! She has the sweetest voice when she speaks up, ask
"Deymmmmm guuuurl!" Carrie and Lydia scream in sync once the shop assistant draws the curtain. I am currently wearing a white wedding gown and blush furiously on this stand while both of them are sipping the expensive champagne, mesmerised at the sight of me in this masterpiece. I have agreed to Augustine's request to have a wedding, but only if we marry in January instead of this year. He took it without hesitation; he was so happy I can't believe I'm the reason of that happiness. Though I've made it clear that nobody can know about this until the wedding day itself, not even our family. But, uhh, Emily excluded. You see, Emily is real quick at connecting the dots. She somehow picked up the bread crumbs trailing all over and forced Carrie to let out the truth. Which eventually made me admit that I am the fiancee of my sister's boss. Our sister's boss. Thank God she's an actress she promised she'd keep it a secret. Though she requested if she can be included for wedding preparati
"I change my mind," he mutters slowly when I'm standing in front of him. He still has this serious facial expression but instead of just staring at me like he's been for the past few minutes, he runs his fingers on my face."Change your mind about what?" I ask, still don't understand what is happening. He rarely comes home like this unless we are in a fight or something. Though we hardly fight, because we love each other too much; those fights are nothing if it meant we are not seeing each other anymore. "About my meeting. I want you now." "Now?" Huh? "Now ‘now’ ?" "Now NOW." He replies as he hooks his hand on my body then carries me towards the bedroom. "But I have flour on my clothes!" I shout as I laugh. "We'll get rid of them anyway," he says in a low tone then throws me on the bed that I bounce twice. "Oh wow? Who's this?" He rarely throws me on the bed unless we spice things up with role play. He doesn't answer but kneels in between my legs after ripping my shirt that a
"I can't believe my son is gonna get married today." Mom wipes the tear drops on the corner of her eyes as she watches me adjusting my tuxedo coat. "You're killing me with the secrecy but it doesn't matter, I am so happy you're not going to die alone, Teen." She dabs the tissue again as I look at her from the reflection of the mirror in front of me. Two days ago I was THIS close to snap at Yvette Tanner. So close.But when she asked me if I'm okay, and called me ‘Baby’, with her soft velvety voice, my heart warmed as my cock stirred.I let it out by fucking her to my heart content. I was so disappointed that she lied to me since the past four years, I even promised myself to calm down and give her a chance to come clean before the wedding, and perhaps forgive her, see if we can continue this relationship with a new page. But she hasn't said anything, even when we're about to marry, in exactly twenty minutes from now. Is she going to keep lying to me? Until when? Forever? But I lov
"HUBBYYY I'M HOMEEEEEEEE!" Just like the past eight days, she shouts the same thing whenever she's back from wherever she went. It used to be BABYYY I'M HOMEEEEEEEE but she changed it the day after we got married. I haven't told her I know about the lies. I am still giving her the chance to confess, because I guess, I guess I really love her too much that I don't want to face the reality, if she's going to walk away after the confrontation. I've imagined marrying her since years ago, and now that I do I think I'm going to hold onto that Hubby title at least until we're back in New York. Let's just enjoy this honeymoon with the last bit of memories I can put in my mind before everything goes tumbling down. I've thought about playing the game; to pretend I don't know anything at all. But I know myself better, and I refuse to live the rest of my life in hatred and resentment. I've already wasted four years of my life, I'm not going to be an idiot to spend the rest in denial. Though
"When are you going to tell me?" I've waited since the day I found out. I've waited since two days before our wedding.I've waited all day on our wedding day. I fucking waited every single day during our honeymoon. And now that we've reached my place after eight days vacation at Greece, I can't hold it any longer. "Hmmm? Tell you what?" She's fucking good at this. No wonder I couldn't detect it at all. "You've lied for four fucking years," I glare at her as she's stunned at my outburst, "When are you going to tell me about it? When, Eve? When?"She finally has that worried look on her face. Her hands stop folding the clothes altogether as she lifts her face to meet my eyes. "What do you mean?" There's vibrations in her voice as she looks at me with her big brown eyes. Her black hair that is tied loosely is complimenting her long neck. She's beautiful, and looked so delicate. Innocent. But she's a goddamn liar. "You never plan to tell me, do you? Was it so easy to fool me? Fou
That Sunday, Mom and Dad asked where my wife was, why isn't she joining the family brunch. I didn't plan to tell them the truth considering she'll be back in a month once she realised she's pregnant so I told them the food-poisoning lie. The following Sunday, thank God it's our 'free' weekend so there is no Sunday Brunch. But on the third Sunday since she left, I had to somehow dragged myself to Maddy's place for our infamous brunch. "Where's Evie? She's still sick?" Mom asks the moment I get into the house. I kiss her cheek before telling her the excuse I've thought all week, "She has a school trip today, she's sorry she can't make it." "Why didn't she call us and apologise on her own?" Maddy raises an eyebrow, as if suspecting something. She wasn't happy with my marriage with Eve but she didn't say anything when we met for brunch three Sundays ago. I'm not sure if she's still unhappy about the marriage but can't say she's glad either. "Uncle Teeeeen!" The girls shout as soon
I've given birth to two beautiful baby boys at 38 weeks, thank God we managed to keep them longer compared to Mason and Mimi ten years ago. Both were ridiculously long and heavy I am absolutely grateful I had them via c-section instead of getting my hoo-haa destroyed with how big the boys are. "Mummy," Mason calls me when I'm busy packing my breastmilk prior transferring to the freezer, "We're all waiting for you." He pulls his long face as he looks at me boringly. "Yeah yeah okay, give me a minute. Almost done." We're having our newborn photoshoot at the garden today since we didn't do that with our first twin. Augustine insisted on having it done before the boys are one month old. "Come on girlllll!" Carrie enters the kitchen joining Mason who's already sitting in front of the island, hands under the chin. Did I mention Augustine also invited family and close friends for this casual brunch? Yeah right, 'casual' with a catering crew and a buffet in the garden. I haven't seen wha
"Goodnight Sweetheart," he whispers on my ear as he yawns. He must be tired from everything he does today; work, kids, stuff. While me, who is still on bedrest, is seriously feeling restless by having absolutely nothing to do. I've tried gardening, cooking dinner, watching Netfl!x, and a bunch other useless boring things but I'm sooooo NOT tired that I can't sleep this early. I am full of energy, and these boys too by the way they're kicking me right now. Have I mentioned how horny I've been? That's all I can think of whenever he's with me- those delicious abs, the seductive smirk, deep sexy voice, firm ass, damn he's like a sexual object right now. Which I can only see but cannot touch. "Are you asleep?" I ask him in a low tone. He has stopped stroking my hair so there's a big possibility he already is. "Hmmm?" He hums sleepily. "I want you." "Hmmm." He hums again lazily, clearly uninterested. "I wanna have sex with you." "Hm." Can I take it as a yes? I've asked consent and
For God sake, fuck me already. He has been sticking his hard cock between our body every single night for three months now and yet he hasn't done anything about it. I'm sure I haven't gotten fat, only my tummy is going out a bit but other than that, I'm still wearing the same size. So what's happening? Why isn't he fucking me anymore? Does he want me to fuck him? Like I did before? When he called me his mistress?But I am still thinking. I am still in that thinking (or if we were to be precise; trying-to-accept-his-apology) period so it should be him who does the fucking. Afterall, he's the one who thinks with the dick all the time so what's happening? Why is he not that barbaric, egoistic, sex maniac man anymore? "Are you working today?" He asks on our way to the car after we're done with the monthly check-up. Our babies are healthy and growing, I'm officially in my second trimester now. He opens the door for me so I slip inside the car and sit in the passenger seat. He gets in
It's Friday and I was planning to pick up my wife and kids, uhh, my ex-wife and kids from school and work since 'someone' is gonna have her first sleepover this weekend but again, a crisis happened that I had to stay at work until seven. I fucking left the whole thing to Gerard and fled home eventhough we're nowhere near solving the crisis because there's no way I'm gonna miss the first dinner with them."You're sure about sharing the bed with Mimi?" I ask her when we're cleaning up after dinner. The kids are transferring the dishes from the dining table to the kitchen sink as both of us stand next to the island, packing the leftovers. As usual, she doesn't say anything unless it's necessary so I go further into explaining, "You can sleep in the guest room if you want. It will be a lot more comfortable." And maybe I can sneak in at midnight and accidentally fall asleep there. "K we're done." Mason announces after he puts the last plate there. "I'll load the dishwasher, you guys ca
I don't know what else to do I'm seriously so fucking tired from the work, Eve, and the kids. It's only been four weeks but I feel like I'm already reaching my maximum capacity of tolerating this. Every day I would wake up in Eve's little bed, kiss her good morning and tell her how much I love her, how sorry I still am, and off I go to my house so I can shower and have breakfast with the kids before sending them to school. Work for the whole 8 hours, then pick up Eve from her work place, send her home, back to the kids to have dinner with them and tuck them in bed before going to the apartment to spend the night with my wife. Uhh, ex wife. Mother of my children. I'm tired with this routine, and I feel worse when Eve still won't talk to me. I shouldn't complain because I'm the one who caused all of these but I'm just ranting out here. I don't know what I did, that made Eve refused to talk to me till this day, but I'm beat. So the last trick in my book would be this, bringing her
I can't, because I'm afraid he'd leave again if anything I say would trigger the same mood, if the next time he leaves he'd leave for good, with the kids. He was gone in the morning after an I-love-you and another apology. It's Sunday, so by 10.30 am Charles was already downstairs to pick me up for the fourth Sunday meeting with the twins. We have our baking class today, and as usual Mimi and Augustine will be in one team while Mason and I in another. "You seriously think I'd believe that?" Mimi shakes her head in disbelief as she stirs the bowl in front of her. We're learning how to make apple pie today."You never complained." He shrugs as he keeps on slicing the pastry."Because you look like you believed your own story," she shrugs too, it's cute how those two are behaving the same way and not realising it, "Didn't wanna crush your heart."He scoffs, finally looking at her, "Didn't wanna crush my heart? I was doing that so 'I' won't be crushing yours and Mason's heart." "Well
'Disappear from my life for all I care, you're dead to me.'I'm awake in tears as I've been the past four days. The same line keeps on looping in my mind when I'm in subconscious mind and eventually forces me to wake up in the middle of the night that I'd cry until I've fallen asleep again or the morning comes. I keep my eyes closed despite the tears staining my cheeks, because it sucks to open your eyes to this dark, cold night only to realise I'm pathetically crying alone in my bed. "I swear I'm not lying, I swear Augustine. I really didn't plan for this." I swear with my own life that I don't plan for this baby. I swear I never planned to use anything against him. I'm beyond grateful to spend time with the twins once a month, why would I do something to upset him when I'm trying my best to make him happy so I can see the twins every Sunday instead of just fourth Sundays.'We haven't been pregnant the whole time and you expect me to believe that now? When I've confessed my feeling
I regretted what I said the moment those words rang in my ears but I left anyway, because I couldn't take the sight of her crying face anymore. How could she lie to me after all the promises she made? Even if she doesn't love me anymore, how come she has the heart to manipulate our situation into this? Using another baby? She fucking swore she won't do it. Why would she drag another life into this? After three days I've finally calmed down and go back to the penthouse. We need to talk, and lay down the plan. I don't want that innocent baby to be caught in the middle like Mason and Mimi were. They end up not getting their mother's love for five years, thanks to my hatred towards her. I don't want that to happen to the baby. Everybody deserves their mother's love, and I'm too old for this revenge shit. But the penthouse is empty. For the fact it's almost 11 now. It's not Friday night so she's not having her girls night. Where is she? "She's home." "I 'am' home, J. She's not here."
I can't just 'whatever' her, because I love her. Even if I want to 'whatever' her so bad, I care. I fucking care about her. I care every bit of her to the point of noticing even the littlest thing, of how she has changed these days as if she's trying to distance herself from me. Every time I arrive at the penthouse after tucking the twins to bed, I would always find her already sleeping. For God sake, it was only 8pm when I got there but she had already dozed off either on the bed or on the couch, in her work clothes. At first I wondered if she had been staying up when I go home after we finish fucking, if she continued working until late at night hence the lack of sleep. But it happened every single day. She couldn't be working every night, and back then before the fight, she never did this so...I hate to think this is one of her ways to not have sex with me- I had to be this inconsiderate, horny old man who'd wake a tired, snoring lady just to claim his good time. Sounds like a