"Is Owen coming?" Kimmie asks before she takes the last gulp of her champagne.
The two of us are at Cleo's place, to accompany her while she gets ready. The engagement is set to start at six, at some famous hall Mr Montgomery booked that would accommodate all ninety nine guests.
"Nope."
"Did you even tell him about tonight?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure..?" She sounds sceptical.
I ignore her to pay attention to my phone; he just posted a new picture showing tangled feet and legs of mine and his, while the area above our knees are covered by his dark charcoal duvet.
Mysterious yet intimate, I definitely love this picture and don't mind h
"22 year old Engineering student sets Owen Harris straight after years being rumoured as gay.""I can't with these headlines." Kimmie has been laughing non stop as she reads one after another tabloids' headline about Owen and I."Why do they call him gay? Just because he never revealed his relationship with anyone, doesn't mean he's gay." Yes my bestfriends don't know he's gay. I signed the NDA, remember? Though they know he's my sugar daddy slash boyfriend."Your kids are gonna be beautiful little human." Cleo nods to herself then shows her phone screen.My eyes widen seeing all the pictures Owen has deleted few days ago are being shared in an article. They even included some from our date yesterday. Damn it. I knew those pictures will pop out somewhere eventho
I spent the entire day at the library, finishing my final report so I can submit the draft of my Final Year Project by the end of this week. In three weeks I will be presenting my project to the internal and external examiners which means, I don't have time to dwell on my broken heart. I've spent three days moping around like a wingless bird, it's time to continue flying to my destination.Though I know I'm gonna be mopping the floor with my tears again come weekend. How could he do this? What kind of man dumps a girl by ghosting her. Not even a text!I was walking at a snail speed from the bus station to my apartment building when I saw that black SUV.His black SUV.Kimmie's Washing Board's black SUV.
"That's not nice, Estelle." He says sternly while pulling both his hands to his chest, hugging himself.He is standing next to the bathroom door with a pout on his face, acting like an angry toddler who's flashing it's not fair despite what he did. Messy bed hair, piercing turquoise-green-blue-ish eyes, flexed muscled arms on the chest, and one semi-hard penis."You joked about my life goals." I reply him with the same tone, bringing my own set of arms around my bare chest, unconsciously pushing my bare tits further up, pushing them together creating a deep cleavage. We are both naked with a good three feet distance between us."You're the third person to ever know about them. That's not very nice too, isn't it?" I tighten the gri
"I wonder how it feels to be fucked in the ass." Cleo says dreamily once I let them know about what happened last night."He ruined me." I sigh, for how hopeless I've become to agree to anal sex. Both last night and this morning."He didn't just ruin you, he ruined us!" Kimmie sighs louder, looking envious from the way I described how it feels like being protruded back there."Maybe I should ask Harold." Cleo is still in her world, perhaps already imagining doing it with her fiancé.Both Kimmie and I widen our eyes as we shake our head, "Noooo-"She'd die if Mr Montgomery's monster dick gets into her other hole. She'd die, I promise you. Or feel
"Forget what I said, I don't want forever," he sighs with his eyes remained shut, "I want a quickie for the rest of my life."I giggle despite his erection filling me balls deep with the alarm from the fridge has finally stopped beeping; most probably fed up with its owner for not minding the importance of energy conservation or food preservation.I was bending on my attempt to grab some of the fruits for my morning smoothie when Owen swiftly enters me with the easy access I'm providing. I should have learned better than to walk around in just his shirt, afterall he's been doing this most mornings whenever I sleep over at his penthouse.I hope the cleaners deep-clean this kitchen with complete sanitisation considering the amount of contamination we provided with sex is more than using it for cooking.
Like other sexually active women, especially one who has sex with a guy she plans to leave in four days, this is definitely the one thing she wants to avoid the most.Not that there's no solution to it, but I prefer prevention than being struck with it that I have to choose the immoral solution. My parents would disown me if they know I choose the latter one."Girls," I call them when they are still discussing about delaying their period just for our vacation, wanting to enjoy the whole thing without worrying if we forgot to change our tampon whatnot."Yeah, Darling?""I think I'm pregnant." I whisper to my phone which makes Cleo jumps from her seat as Kimmy stops painting her toe nail, already looking at the camera."You wha
"I probably should tell you this earlier," the nervousness he's showing is alarming but I don't interrupt him, instead I just watch the gorgeous man from my seat, "My parents are here."My eyes widen at the revelation, "Excuse me?""They have ten percents of the shares but they only join the annual board meeting so uhh, that's why this month we have a week long meeting instead of the one day meeting. All the partners joined, including my parents.""Why are you telling me?" Is this his subtle way to introduce me to his parents?"There's gonna be a brunch this Sunday so...""Owen, I'm not gonna meet your parents," the tone might have come out stronger than I intend it to be but I can't help it, "I told you I'm leaving next week
"We promised honesty before romance."I turn my body so we're facing each other but quickly hide my face in his chest. He strokes my hair as he hugs me tight, none of us utter even a word despite his serious enquiry just now."Okay, you don't have to tell me anything," He kisses the top of my head multiple times, "But I hope you wouldn't do anything before speaking to me."I sure know the real meaning behind it. But I choose to keep quiet and hug him back. I love this man so much both of us know very well the fact that he doesn't deserve to be with someone like me.He deserves better, someone who would treat him the way he should be treated. Not with a half ass attitude I'm giving right now.I finally lift my face after gathe
👱🏻 "We shouldn't do this, Owen." At this rate I'm just gonna agree to anything she says because tomorrow night she'll be here again, asking for another dose of release. We're in a toxic cycle alright, but we're definitely communicating healthily. I listen to her rant about the guilt she has for coming over to my room almost every night, but she can't help it because according to her, her judgement is currently being clouded with hormones. And I do talk to her as well, opening up about my hope that we unite as a couple, for ourselves and also for our daughters. But she asks for time, since she's still in therapy so she could be heavily influenced by the drugs she's taking daily. We function as best friends from day to day, co-parenting our kids in this apartment, though I do plan sometime in the future to convince her about all of us moving back to my place, to where it all began. "Do you want me to stop?" I ask her after she whines a couple more times. She bites her lips as sh
👱🏻'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."
🧑🏼's POVHugo has moved to Barcelona three months ago so we're officially living in one place since then.Yes, we. Including me, the father of these girls.Iva is seven months old now so she has started eating solid food last month. That means she's sleeping better and longer, also drinking milk lesser making both of us much more relaxed since she's only up during the day and sound asleep the entire night.Which only means..."Where are you going?" I ask her when she comes out of her room dressed in an off-shoulder red dress that hugs her curves perfectly. Her boobs look hella amazing with a deep cleavage showed through the
👱🏻'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