"You're hungry?" I stop rummaging the fridge hearing that familiar voice. Taking an apple out, I close the fridge again as I feel the heat radiated from his body signalling he's standing behind me.
"I marinated chicken for lunch, I can cook it now if you're hungry."
Lunch. Yeah I skipped that after our little get-together at his room. Instead of rushing for lunch, I took my own sweet time taking a bath and then nap for a couple of hours before finally coming down for food. It's almost 4 now.
"Yeah I'm hungry." I take a bite on the red apple and lean on the kitchen island.
"Alright gimme fifteen minutes." He opens the fridge again then takes out a few food containers which I believe have all the ingredients he prepped earlier while I had my much needed nap.
"What was that?" I certainly ask him with an attitude, a hand on my hip with a face that shows confusion and, well, irritation."If we're gonna be transparent with each other, I'd like to know why did you leave after you told me you want to drown your face in my boobs."He stops focusing on the dishwasher rack in front of him and tilts his head, finally looking at me in the eyes."You can just do it, you know. I'm your sugar baby. Yours to fuck." Might as well put everything on the table.I can't read his face but there's no smile or anything positive there, purely blank blunt face."I think it's too soon." He closes the dishwasher and walks to the fridge, perhaps to take stuffs out for dinner prep.
It was hot.It was seriously hot because I'm still smiling like an idiot while getting ready for tonight.If it's not because of his ringing phone I'm sure he would have fucked me right there and then, because his fingers were inches away from my pussy, just dancing on my thighs teasing me while consumed me with his panty-melting kisses.He apologised for the call but he had to take it because it's an oversea call he's been expecting at that time.It's okay. We still have tonight, and the rest of the remaining ten weeks. That's seventy nights. So that's okay. That's okay Elle.And please. Stop grinning like an idiot. You can't be giddy like this in front of him. Where's that Exclusive Elle? Bring her out because we've got a b
"Okay it's my turn," I tell him after propping my arms to each side so I can see his face, "You're wearing too much clothes, by the way."He grins mischievously with his mouth glistening with my pussy juice, and some on his nose too, making me giggle by how cute he look right now.Wondering how hard he is for me but I plan to go slow so I'll figure that out later, first let's enjoy this strip show."You sure you don't want another?" He asks, still holding my thighs and kneels in between them."Or you're the one who's getting attached to pussies now?"Those eyes that used to be mysterious, well they still are, but now are looking at me dangerously, "Nothing better than a pink pussy to worship. I aim to please."
After cleaning up, both of us are back on the bed. Only this time we opt to be out on the terrace, sleeping under the stars."I'm not trying to sound like a pervert but-"I give him a knowing look, we've passed that pervert stage Owen. We're so more than that now."Yeah I know, pervert," he puts a palm on his chest, admitting he's one, "But aren't Saturday night supposed to be nakey-nakey night?"I giggle hearing his nakey-nakey while he gets off the bed, "I'll start, then you. Okay?"I don't want to but a promise is a promise so I agree, "Okay."He removes his sweatpants when I gasp, "You're not wearing underwear?"
"Did you enjoy your nap?"I pause the video I was watching and turn my head to the direction of the voice, already smiling even before I see him approaching me in my sun-lounger. As always he look hot in just a pair of swimming shorts, carrying a phone and a towel in each hand.After our morning sex I went back to my room to take a shower then both of us sit together for breakfast. He excused himself to deal with his work so I spend the rest of the time at the pool."Did you spy on me?" I narrow my eyes which earns me a chuckle as he sits next to me."How did you know I took a nap here?""I can hear you snore from the kitchen." What?He must have seen the horror on my face when he
The entire Sunday was fun knowing Margo and Phillip were not at the house so we had the freedom to fool around.If there's anything I'm grateful of, is his perfect size because if he were too big, I'd be too sore to have this much sex.By the time Monday morning comes, we've already done it at least in six separate occasions. His terrace, the swimming pool, the kitchen, the stairs-Yeah the stairs, because it's too far to get to the bedroom so we settled at the stairs.But today's my first day of work, so we can't be doing those anymore. Right after I've got my dose of morning ride, I go to my bedroom to get ready."Good morning, Miss Elle." Phillip greets me before opening the backseat door of the white Maybach.
"I think we're doing great. By the 12th week you should be a certified bi and I can move out in peace." It's only the third week but I have faith in him. He's a fast learner and he's willing to do everything he can to achieve the result we anticipate."You're gonna move out?" The pie that's supposed to be in his mouth is now back to his plate as he frowns."Stay," his hand creeps to mine, a gesture to emphasise his words, "at least until the end of your internship."I shake my head but smile anyway, "Thank you but that won't be appropriate." Staying here from mid July till mid October, I wonder myself if I can find a landlord who will rent me a place for a short two and a half months since my internship ends just after New Year."Oh come on, I think we're friends already
"Good morning," I greet him at the pool once I set my stuffs on my sun-lounger."Morning." He replies briefly then floats to the middle, so I sit and apply the sunblock while watching him does another lap."Did you have breakfast yet?" He asks once he climbs up from the pool.I watched the whole Despicable Me series last night so by the time I finished the last one, it was already seven in the morning. I slept for a few hours until I woke up just half an hour ago, thinking it's better to hit the pool straightaway instead of taking a shower since I'll be going there after my swim anyway."Not yet.""I cooked pancakes this morning, left some at the kitchen for you. But I can cook an early lunch if you don't want it."
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👱🏻's POV"Papa, can I eat this banana?" Pao asks when I was still supervising Iva gobbling the steamed broccoli, since we're going with baby-led weaning."Are you sure you wanna eat it? Can you take a smaller banana? You just ate dinner, it's too big I think. You wouldn't be able to finish the whole thing. Why don't you grab a smaller one on the counter, hm Princesa?"She turns to Estelle that is still eating her food, "Mama, is this banana too big?""Nahh, it's average." She answers nonchalantly to which I put my hand on my chest, "Ouch. That hurts." Because that banana is the size of my ding dong.She laughs once she realises what she just said, "It is what it is, Papa."
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👱🏻's POVShe gives birth to our daughter at the mark of her 39th week of pregnancy after spending nearly two weeks at the hospital, arrested for bedrest all thanks to me and my stupidity.Me, of all people, know how high risk is her pregnancy but of course I have to screw it up by being immature myself for her immature actions. I should've shut up instead of screaming at her when she was obviously scared, her whole body trembled with blood drained from her face. I fucking owe it to her if anything happens to our daughter.Thankfully we're blessed with a healthy dark-haired, clear blue eyes baby girl, or should I say, she gave birth to a mini her. I'm officially a father to three girls.I make it possible to fly her best friends as soon as possible and pla
"How far along are you?"The fact that this would be the first time he has ever said anything to me since the fight makes me stop drinking my water as I put down the glass on the hard surface in front of me, finally taking the whole view of the man I didn't share the bed with last night. Instead, I cried like a pathetic human being on the couch while talking to my best friends.Well, just two more nights then he can relieve his duty to Kimmie since she's wrapping up her work to be here with me until delivery.As of last night's video call, I'm instructed to engage with my psychologist first thing in the morning because according to her, "This is a cry for help, exactly like five years ago. Call her, set an appointment, talk to her before you become suicidal again
I really don't wanna leave work when the clock hits 6, wanting to delay as long as I can by pretending I need to finish up everything though in reality, all those can wait. Time goes so slow until I've had it with my back pain so I packup and leave the office. If he stays, he stays. If he doesn't, so what. Life goes on. Afterall, I never wanted to be with him after the baby's out. It's just me and my girls. As expected, he's not home when I unlock my place at 10. I don't have the appetite to eat because all I want to do once I realise he really isn't home is to lie on the bed and hide under the blanket. It's pathetic of me to look for him at every corner after what I did. I literally sent him away in a silver platter. I drop my bag on the floor then go under the duvet without minding my work clothes, covering my
"Pao, can you tell Papa again what you just told me?"The man who just returned from his morning jog stops drinking his water immediately, eyeing his daughter who's busy making a bead necklace with Mia at the kitchen island."Hmmm? Which part?" She asks, still focusing on her art."The boy part.""Boy?" I knew he'd react this way, "What boy? Why? What happened? And which boy is this? Do I know him? What happened, Pao?""Relax, he didn't do anything." I jump in before he over-reacts further making all of us uncomfortable."Yeah, he just kissed me." The little girl answers nonchalantly to which his Papa raises his voice in shock, "What?!"
"Be honest, do I look pretty?"I have this important meeting today at the office so I'm hoping my pregnancy won't be the spotlight. My work should be, as always. I sometimes hate how I get special treatment just because I'm pregnant, or the fact this is my first baby after ten years. I'm not fragile, I'm just pregnant.I mean, yeah, thank you for being sensitive. But I can work just fine. Stop asking me to go home when it's only 4. I'm capable to stay until late evening, just as I've been doing every Monday and Tuesday for the past seven months."You want me to be honest or to tell you pretty?"I can't believe he had the audacity to joke like that when I'm all serious this morning.He grins perhaps finally catching the invisi
Have you ever done something stupid which afterwards when you've recovered from the high, you now feel the cringe every time you remember the bits of it?I wish I didn't sleep with him last night.I wish I thought about it, and said no instead of diving into it. Though I did say no, I was just weak; incapable to decline his charm. I mean, who'd say no to a fine specimen like that, someone who you've been fantasising for a while now.I wore his shirt for a reason, and why would I settle for the shirt if I can have the man himself. Why would I smell the shirt to feel him when I can have him right inside me, filling me to the brim.I've spent the entire day at the office thinking