"Hey Gia." I hear somebody called Gia's name when I was vacuuming the floor so I immediately stop the noisy machine and turn towards the voice. A red haired lady dressed in a tight fitting dress seems to be surprised once she sees my face so I grin, "Gia's on leave today. I'm replacing her." "Oh." She nods then approaches me with a smile on her pretty face. I've been cleaning houses lately but this morning the agency called for Gia's replacement hence the appearance of yours truly. "We ordered a lot of food for the meeting but I don't think those big bosses are gonna eat them. They will probably go out to dinner once the meeting is over. Or NOT over by the looks of it." She rolls her eyes once she glances at the watch on her wrist. It's almost 9pm."Anyway, I put them at the pantry. Have some, or take all of them if you want to, but do clean up before you leave, okay?" I nod, smiling at the thought of having food till the end of the week. I wonder what food are those? If I can f
[ Bish, I can't come tonight. The vampire just invited me for a movie. ]I roll my eyes at Carrie's text then reply her, [ You know that's just a booty call right? ]She has been crushing on her roommate, Ian Somersault look-alike since last year and this summer they're getting closer after he broke up with his recent girlfriend. Did I mention about the seven girlfriends he had throughout the one year they live together? Pftt, classic fuckboy. [ It's not really a booty call if we live together. And he asked, not called. So not a booty call 😌 ][ Spill the details tomorrow. Which. Btw. Hmmm I saw my ex just now. Nvm, I'll tell u tomorrow. ]As expected she calls me as fast as The Flash, so I accept her face-time call. "Spill! Now! Like right-nowwww!" She shouts with a mascara wand on her right hand. "Are you putting make up for a movie at the couch?" I can't believe this woman. "Shut up, I need to highlight these lashes." "Andddd the cheekbones?" It is so obvious she's putting on
I've always loved working with people who prioritise work-life balance. I even make it a policy in my company for the employees to work a maximum of 8 hours a day at the office. Heck, we even set a reminder on each of their PC to ensure they take a break every 2 hours by disabling any function for 10 minutes, just to force them to walk around and do some stretching. Also, to ensure meetings don't go too long because efficiency is all about wrapping things in a short time, not dragging it with unnecessary info. But Richard Green is an old school man. That's why I prefer to work with Claudia, his daughter who took over his company ten years ago. Too bad Claudia is on maternity leave for a year so Richard is back with his old school methods. Thus this long hour meeting. I hate to break my promise to my kids but I had to when Richard decided we're gonna stay until we fix this problem. Luckily Emma is there, well she's always there to pick up the pieces. I thank God for her presence in
I flee the scene like a coward last night. And I've been restless ever since. My last resort to reset my mood back instead of being affected by her, is to spend time with my precious children. But I have to admit what I did last night, was a total dick move. If a guy does that to my daughter or sister, I will fucking kill him for bullying them like that. So yes, I want to kill myself so bad ever since I got out of there. Hating her doesn't give me the privilege to treat her that way. She's the mother of my children, for God sake."Daddy! Our cookies were sold out yesterday!" Mason is smiling brightly when I enter the dining room. Contrary to his cheerful vibe, Mimi who’s sitting right next to him is pouting while harshly stabbing the chicken sausage on her plate. "Really?" I ignore the little girl and sit at the end of the table. "Yes! We were sold out in only three hours!" "Good job, Mace! I'm so proud of you." I smile at him but the little girl lengthens the pout, almost reac
I don't know when did he leave my place last night but I seriously can't believe how childish he was. I mean, crushing the cookies? And stepping on them? That qualifies the mental state of a three year old. But it's fine. It's fine because I managed to gather everything and secured them in the same food container. It's fine eventhough they don't look like cookies right now, at least I still have the crumbs. I still have something from Mimi and Mason. It's fine Augustine, because one day I will take a cookie and shove it down your throat so you'd choke and die from it. Hmph! He already took the twins from me, why can't he just let those cookies slide? Did it give him the satisfaction he craved? Destroying my heart over and over again? Take a deep breath Evie, because, it's fine. Be the bigger person. I told Carrie and Lydia about it, and they were beyond mad. They even wanted to attack him at his office. But all of us know better than to do that. I'm still waiting for the perfect
I drank a lot after the heartfelt confession from my bestfriend. Or rather, my unpaid psychologist. Just when I'm walking towards my building around 3am, a man in black suit suddenly approaches me. Great, which politician did I offend now? Whose bodyguard is this? "Miss Tanner, Mr Knight is waiting for you in the limo." Limo? What? I turn to my right and yes, there's a limo parked next to my street. Urgh, the source of my unhappiness. He's sadly mistaken if I'll go and see him after what happened tonight. Or last night. Evie forgives but Evie doesn't forget okay. "What if I don't want to go to him? Hmm?" I slur, pretty wasted yes I admit it. "I'd advice against it, Miss Tanner." I laugh, "Huh? Is it? Well, okay. Advice me against it then." I don't know what I'm talking about. But I think I said no to him. The door of the limo suddenly opens and out a man in a tuxedo. Well, well. The mighty Knight is in his shiny armour, only this time the horse has turned into a limo. Wait. I
"You're gonna stand there the whole night?" It's not night, it's already morning asshole. Early morning. Veeeeery early morning. He lies down on the bed again, perhaps tired of waiting for me to make a move. We've been staring at each other and I know I should go to him but I can't, my feet won't let me. They have pride despite what my unfaithful mouth said just now. "Take all the time you need," he murmurs with eyes closed, arm rested on the forehead, "The more time you take, the longer it will be till you see them." A freaking bully! That's what he is! But I managed to find some strength to overcome my rebellious inner self, and take a step closer to the monster. "Hm," he opens his eyes sensing my presence, "Finally." "Can't we talk like two civilised adults? Co-parent like other divorced parents?" Because I really don't want to have sex with him. He sits up again, "You broke my trust for so many times, and you want us to talk like two civilised adults?" He must have gotten
Have I mentioned how much I hate this apartment? Like on the scale of 0 to 10, I'd give it a hundred. I fucking hate this place. And I've only been here three times. Putting her sweaty body on the bed, then covering it with a piece of blanket, I get up and walk towards the kitchen, hoping to find a bathroom somewhere. I need to wash all these sticky fluid on my cock and find a cloth to wipe her since she's already closing her eyes the moment her head hits the pillow. There's a big fat chance she won't be waking up until a few hours later. There's also a big fat chance I just signed up to be a father of three. Seriously, how can I forget about the one thing guys should remember; bag it before you tap it. Urgh. Well in my defence, we've never bagged it. She has always been on birth control. Which I'm not sure if she still is. Nevermind, there's always Plan B. Sliding the shower curtain aside, I can't help but to curse seeing a small square space with a shower head on the wall. Bloo
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