"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
"Owen...""Hmm?""What if I'm not pregnant?"The finger he's been using to draw circles on my bare tummy stops abruptly upon hearing my enquiry. He lifts his face to look at me, "Are you wishing you're not pregnant?""I want the baby as much as you want it," I continue playing with his hair as I've been ten minutes ago, "I just wonder what will happen if I'm not pregnant. We clearly never planned for this, so what will happen next if we get a negative?"I don't understand why I'm asking this question because I clearly have the answer; we'd proceed with our life as we've decided three days ago before this pregnancy scare- me going forward with my life plan, and him out of my life doing whatever he's supposed to do, without me.
How. Can. I. Possibly. NOT. Pregnant?! It's ridiculous, really. I'm a healthy 23 year old woman, who's clearly in her prime child-bearing age, has been having sex with a man nearly every day which on those days can be up to three times a day, so how, on earth, can I not be pregnant? This is infuriating. Outrageous. Impossible! "You must be relieved." I sneer as I pour the last drop of liquid from the bottle of Rose into my glass. I've celebrated the news with a bottle as soon as we hung up. "Not more than you." He throws the same tone at me, swirling
A bad marriage is worse than no marriage at all. That's what I said to my sister every time she confides to me about his husband's infidelity.That's what I also told Owen, that if he has a change of heart, just let me know and let me go. Because we'll never know what the future holds; it's better to be prepared than be burned when everything's too late. Afterall we started our relationship with honesty before romance and have been practising this for as long as I can remember.We started our life as husband and wife at Aberdeen a week after our grand wedding in London. It was rushed but it was definitely perfect, just like the one I've been dreaming of. Thank God for a rich husband that we managed to afford all the last-minute
I always admire people who never forget their friends regardless how long it's been since they last met.Four years ago, I was proud to be one of those people, to lend a hand when needed. Isn't there a saying a friend in need is a friend indeed?My boss was supposed to be one of the panels for new employee recruitment but he had a family emergency so he asked me to replace him. That's the moment I met Evie after our last encounter at New York.I was totally surprised to know she hadn't landed a single job in oil and gas industry despite graduated around the same time as me. Instead, she had been working as a cashier and part-time cleaner. It was weird considering she's married to a billionaire; how the hell a wife to one of the ri
"There she is," Karl whispers to me as I smile to myself seeing Evie walks on the white carpet in her eldest's son arm.The entire top deck of this cruise ship is filled with champagne colored roses making it the most beautiful wedding deco I've ever seen. The view is spectacular because the ship is anchored with mountains as the background, sea breeze filling the air, the right temperature and weather; everything is absolutely perfect and dreamy.Thirteen year old Mason is so much taller than her mother. I was already surprised seeing his twin, Mimi next to their dad at the stage, holding the ring as they wait for Evie and Mason, but seeing the teenage boy himself, oh my God. He's gonna break girls' heart soon enough.Two identical flower boys whom I believe are Evie and Augustine's twin toddlers walk with an adorable flower girl in the middle, scattering champagne colored rose petals as Evie and Mason walk behind them.The song stops after Mason hands out Evie to his father, and I ca
👱🏻 "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