"You're not coming?" Lydia asks again to check if she's hearing me correctly, "You're sure you're not coming? You're sureee?" I sigh heavily before shaking my head, "I'm not coming, Lyd.”Not because I don't want to but because I don't have enough money to pay for the ticket. I mean, I do have some but I need to save it for the future, in case of emergency. Ever since I live with Augustine, I've been stealing food from his fully-stocked pantry and fridge for meals, and only use my money for commute and school projects. So to spend it on unnecessary stuff like this prom, seems like a waste for me. I admit I was excited back then because I thought I'd use the money I saved from my summer job to pay for the ticket. But my fund has dried to a warning level. That's why I choose to forget about the prom. I can do so many things with this 90 bucks rather than spending it on a ticket. “But we've been talking about it since we knew about it!" Yeah, we even planned to wear matching colour
"Get on the kitchen top." Aaaaaaand that's when reality hits. "I want to eat you first." I knew it. There is only one reason for him to be home early, and that is to fuck me like the whore I called myself the night I offered to be his sugar baby.Let's list out the details; we live together, we share the bed, and will be living and sharing the same space together for the next four years so I know we'll end up sleeping with each other one way or another, by how much flesh he and I were showing during that five days war over the mess in the living room. Knowing this fact, why don't I just take advantage of it since I'm short of money anyway? Smart, is what I'm calling myself these days. Whore? Well that's up to you, I just know that I need to survive. You can judge me all you want but I'm the one who'll be suffering at the end of the day with no money in her pocket. "You're still hugging me, how am I going to get myself on the kitchen top, Mr Knight?" I ask sweetly when he procee
[ Carrie: EvieCarrie: Im buying the ticket for uCarrie: I dont care u're comin or not, im buyinggggg for u bitch! Lydia: And im gonna match us all anyway! Lydia: We're gonna drag u outta that damn castle, Rapunzel! Carrie: Yeah!!! Carrie: Even if u've cut ur hair! Lydia: We'll kill the witch if we have to! Carrie: Augustine's a guy, idiotCarrie: A wizard, not a WITCH! Fuckin take the English test AGAIN u bloody moronLydia: Oh shattap! Lydia: I dont screw my English tutor like u to get ✨extra✨ lessons ]I was taking the chicken out of the oven, placing the hot tray on the kitchen top only to realise her phone is right next to it. Afraid if the heat will damage her phone, I immediately reach for it to be put away. Only to read my name being mentioned in one of the messages so I ‘accidentally’ unlock her phone and read the whole thing. Though I still don't understand what ticket are they talking about, that they have to buy it for Eve. And I wonder, why won't she go to this
When she appears from the lobby with a fluffy fur shawl on top of her tight white dress, I can't help but to stare at her all the way from the moment I first seen her till she stops her track right in front of me. The hairstylist I hired has gathered all her hair into a messy bun, just like how she looked like during our first date. Though this time around she's wearing a pearl white dress instead of the silver one, with a noticeable baby bump that makes my heart clutch knowing it's my doing right there. If any boy dares to flirt with her, my kids are gonna be the one stopping them. At four months with twins, she definitely looked pregnant and glowing. "Thanks for the crew." She smiles brightly at me, looking like a beautiful swan in this outfit. A beautiful, delicate swan. I did hire a whole team to make sure she appears with the image of a billionaire's wife. Looking at her now definitely makes me feel like I'm getting what I paid for worth every cent. "Where's Charles?" She as
Jordan is my most trusted bodyguard who's been working for me since a decade ago. I've assigned him to follow Eve since the day we got married and those six weeks when Eve and I were living in two different places, he would come and update me on a daily basis. He’s been quiet since Eve lives with me; I told him to see me only if there's any alarming issues regarding her safety. Until last Friday when he requested to see me so I quickly clear up my schedule, so worried if it has anything to do with the mother of my babies.Only to be lectured for more than ten minutes about how dangerous it is for Eve to climb the stairs whenever she takes the subway, or how tired she looked when she has to walk so far to change from one train line to another, or to stand in a long line waiting patiently for the train to arrive while looking all pregnant and heavy. Don't even mention how red he looked when he described on certain days Eve had to brave through the rush hour either in the mornings or F
"Eve," I call her when she's reading her notes while drinking water at the kitchen. She's been hiding in the bedroom since hours ago, perhaps to study for her test tomorrow and only now when I see her outside of the room I dare to talk to her again. "Hmmm?" She asks but her eyes are still on a piece of paper she has in her hand. "Charles will send you tomorrow." "Hm?" Her eyes go straight to my face, "Why?" "He'll send you to school, pick you up after school, he'll drive you anywhere you wanna go." You don't have to take the subway anymore Sweetheart. "Errr why?" I don't answer her but walk towards my study when she follows me instead, "How are you going to work then? I thought Charles send you to work everyday?" "He'll be taking care of you from today onwards." "Why? I can go to school by myself. It's okay, I don't need your driver." "He'll send you tomorrow." And that is final. Why is it so hard for her to listen to me? She must have heard how hard my tone was when she mu
"I swear if one more person ask me when am I gonna give birth I will fucking tell her tomorrow! TOMORROW! I'm done explaining the whole thing!" She plumps her ass on the couch as she huffs and puffs. Every time we go out, people (especially older ladies) would stop her and bless her for a smooth delivery, which would direct to the infamous question 'when are you due'.They'd be surprised to know that she's only six months pregnant with such huge belly so she had to explain she's actually carrying twins, which would lead to more questions like 'oh which side of the family has twins?', 'Is this your first twins?', 'Does your husband have twins too?', 'Do you have a twin yourself?', 'What did you do to get twins?', 'Is there a specific diet to get twins?'.At first I was irritated too but nowadays I somewhat enjoy the show knowing she'd be this pissed once we're home. "Not funny Austin!" She shouts to herself perhaps feeling a kick from her left. She asked the doctor about their posit
I'm not sure if it's because of the heat or purely from the pregnancy, or both. But Eve has been grumpy since she finished high school. At first she argued about working at her aunt's cafe claiming she's been doing it every summer since she was 14 so it's ridiculous to not do it because 'it's in my bone'. I said no, so she asked if I'm gonna pay her instead the money she lost because of my stubbornness not to let her work there. I said no, so she asked again to work there. After a multiple 'no' followed by her arguments to still work there, it seems like we're going in a circle here, that she finally proposed something that I could say yes to. So from July to August, she has been cleaning the house and doing laundry, along with all other chores my housekeeper used to do. For the fact I'm still paying Flora but instead of having her come here, I asked her to take care of the landed property I bought last year for our growing family. I still plan to move there once the babies are