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I still don't know what is he apologising for when he suddenly gets up from the kneeling, stretching himself to his full height as he looks at me intimidatingly. As if that’s not enough, he lets out a warning in a no-nonsense manner, “You are never drinking again."I’m stunned to hear how stern he is after what he said back then. What happened to never judging me when it comes to drinking? What happened to his ultimate motive which is at the end of everything, as long as I’m safely home, nothing else matters? "One more time you pull this kind of stunt, I'm going to report you to Social Service." Ehh? Social Service? Okay… what am I missing here? In what way Social Service has anything to do with me being drunk? “You lose my baby, I'll make you lose your babies too.”I blink like an idiot, trying to digest his words while battling with this throbbing headache. Stupid hangover, I wish this is just a dream so I can get an aspirin or something once I’m awake, if I indeed have a hangov
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I remember precisely how we reconciled after four months hiatus since the sugar baby contract ended; he brought me home once I finished the long hour operation, served me a steak sandwich, let me take a shower in the ensuite bathroom, followed by a nap on his bed. I’ve done all those in the exact same order (the only difference is I went drinking instead of working), currently I’m in the walk-in closet picking out an outfit to go to the said appointment. And yes, I’m having this idea that perhaps we will reconcile by the same way. Which I’m okay with it since I’m not sure myself how long would I need to approach him first so I’ve decided I’ll go along with this plan. He hasn’t resurfaced since he left an hour ago so I still don’t know the details of our outing but knowing today is a Saturday, it won’t be a meeting with his family; Sunday is the day the Sinclair’s gather around.I can just go downstairs and ask him but I figured I’d put on something first before doing that, afterall
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"Sophie Summers."I jerk at the sound of my name being shouted by a woman, most probably coming from the front desk we passed by before sitting here at the waiting area. Quickly standing up, I turn to the man beside me for a hint on what's going on, why my name was being called when this visit has nothing to do with me. But before I managed to get a response, my name is once again being summoned but in a normal tone, "Sophie Summers?"I turn to the voice only to realise it came from a nurse. Thoroughly confused as my sight catches this petite lady standing just a few feet away from me, dressed in a nurse uniform, I return her smile anyway as she asks again in a friendly manner, "Are you Miss Summers?" "Yes..?" The smile goes wider as she nods to herself, satisfied with her accomplishment to be able to find me, "Would you come with me?" I am still puzzled when she has already gestured her right hand towards a room located at the end of the hall. Gulping hard, I will myself to foll
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"She really is?" Contrary to how it sounded in my ear or in this brain of mine, that he was both fascinated and surprised (yes, surprised eventhough he must have guessed it hence our presence here in my gynae's office), when I turn my head to look at him he doesn't seem that shocked though. Instead, I spot a half smile curved on that beautiful face. "Yes." I shake my head hearing Allie's firm answer, objecting the professional's statement. I'm fully aware that she has been a certified gynaecologist for more than a decade but I know my own body. I know I'm not pregnant. How on earth am I pregnant when I'm on my period right at this moment? Is this some kind of a joke? Did my result got switched with someone else's? "Did you see the note?" I ask in urgency, "I told a nurse about the, uhh, isn't there supposed to be a note?" She picks up a yellow sticky note and raises it for me to look at it clearly, "You mean this one?""Uhh yeah?" I'm not sure if that's the same note the nurse sc
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"You are not aborting my baby again," he drops a hard warning the second we get out of the elevator, heading straight to his car, "I don't care if you don't want her but you're carrying her to term." Both of us didn’t say anything to each other since we left the doctor’s office, most probably still processing the news because who would’ve guessed it’s been three months without us realising there’s a baby brewing in me. He settled the payment, picked up the medicine, then we went to the elevator that brought us to the parking lot. "I'll take her once she's delivered. You don't have to worry about taking care of her, I'll do it. I'll do it on my own." I raise an eyebrow hearing his absurd plan- he wants to take care of a newborn on his own? When he has zero knowledge on this? Where is this confidence coming from? Is it because he’ll be hiring a nanny? On top of his family (his Mom)’s support?But what’s more concerning is, where is this idea coming from? Why is he making this kind of
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If you think your life is bad, you should open your eyes and look around. Pretty sure there will be at least one person who has it worse than you. I'm not that close with Liz because she works at another location before being transferred at the main office here just a few months ago but from the look of it, she doesn't seem to have the best luck. I'm a few years younger than her but I'm already a senior executive while she's still a junior, I don't know what happened but she started her career quite late hence the lower position. I still don't get it till this day (which I believe I'm not the only person in the office to have this thought) why our boss who is such a nice and understanding person all these while, suddenly becomes an asshole when it comes to dealing with her. Drew is the boss whom everyone would agree what an angel he is because he wouldn't hesitate to help us be it on technical or personal matters. But when it’s Liz, oh my God, he's the definition of devil-in-disgui
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I've always loved winter, simply because it’s a low maintenance season for us ladies. Shaving our legs? Hello, we have tights for that. And those knee-high boots are perfect to ensure our growing hair aren’t making their appearance to the world in case the black tights aren’t concealing them enough. Bad hair day? Too lazy to wash your oily scalp? Don’t fret, just throw a winter cap over your head!Bikini body? Nah, layering is the way to go! Hide your widening figure under that thick coat, put on a scarf to cover your belly fat, aaaand you’re good to go!"You’ve missed three lunches. What’s going on with you, Fee?" Mom nags at me the moment she sees me walk into the kitchen. There isn’t any hugs, not even a hello, she straightaway attacks me with that question. "I've been busy with work." I answer her while watching my two children run towards their grandmother, hugging her that she instantly forgets about her rebellious daughter. To be honest, I was too heartbroken to deal with
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When I first came to Maison de Verdue last year, on the day I reported duty as a sugar baby, I had to give the security guard my license for registration and verification. But on the following visits, I didn’t have to do it simply because the car he gave me was already in the list along with a sticker pasted on the front windscreen that would instantly grant me access into the building. After I returned him the car, and I started coming here as a friend with my own car, despite my plat number being on his list of approved visitors, I complained about the hassle of having to hand out my licence to the security guard for verification. He immediately got me a sticker that eased my visits because I then was able to go in and out of the building without having to roll down my driver’s window all the time. Fast forward to the first day I drove here three weeks ago after our official separation, I was surprised despite seeing it coming; my car plat number had been removed from the list of
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I lied, THISSS is Sophie Summer’s final POV ☺️I’ve got to say the second thing I love to do the most ever since I got married to Luca (yeah I’m sure you can guess what is the first one) is pulling pranks on him.My marriage has been colorful with the mixture of overloaded happiness, pregnancy drama, and kids’ antics so to sprinkle it with wicked pranks on top of the spices-in-the-bed, I am convinced our relationship is at its top peak and continues to grow as we learn more about each other. “I think I am going to change now,” I enter the walk-in closet when he was sitting on the bench, putting his socks on. Today is Sunday and we have that family brunch to go to. I have already reminded the big kids to start getting dressed, made sure my toddler cooperate with the nanny so she can help her into her outfit, and lastly, I have made sure my youngest is already down for a nap because we have learned our lesson when he was a newborn of how horrible it would be if we insist going out wit
Salty Sugar Baby Extra Chapter 2
Luca Sinclair's POVDo you know what I like about being a sugar daddy? Unlimited access to my sugar baby while I limit whatever access I wish upon her. Yeah that sounds like a commitment issue, but being born in an old-money family has its own pressure. While most of my cousins are happy to have a secured future since we each have a trust fund set up by our grandparents, they do not care much about money but rather focus on everything about the inner circle because at the end of the day, we get by through connections. But I hated all that shit, the pretence, the goddamn etiquette (do not get me wrong, I love being a well-mannered person, a gentleman, but it is drowning me to be restricted by those rules a bit too much). I was convinced I had more potential that I would like to unleash on my own instead of being handed over as a CEO of a certain company just because I was born in this. I told my parents up front how I would never work at either of their companies be it from Mom's si
Salty Sugar Baby Extra Chapter 1
"Do you know what's funny?" The tallest guy in this group who is currently sitting at the end of the table asks all of us, but the one who is sitting in front of him already replies, "What.""The one person who gave Luca the advice to hire three wedding planners-""Four, Baby," the black haired woman beside him interrupts, "He went extraaa to beat Owen." All of us can see it coming but we let Augustine to continue anyway, "The expert who advised our newlywed to get fourrr wedding planners, well, he isn't even married!" We burst into laughter except Owen who rolls his eyes, "I'm going to put poison in your food, man. Shut up." "At least he joins the pregnancy train." Luca picks up his wine glass, to which all of us follow through though the four ladies including me are with our grape juice. Evie and I were hanging out back then, discussing about our older kids who attend the same school when Estelle dropped a gossip in the middle of the Mom topic, claiming she suspected her sister w
Salty Sugar Baby Epilogue
Sophie's final POVGetting involved with a rich man has its own perks- for money, title, bragging rights. It depends on the individual what her objective is but mine was because I needed a good time on the weekends; my weekdays were reserved for my children. It was supposed to be a temporary arrangement, spelled in a black and white document which I dropped my signature on it a few days before everything started. Never, in my wildest dream, even after my involvement with Luca or Christian, I would come to this. Because I would always have this little voice in me that keeps reminding me, this is only a fantasy. Being with a good looking person with all the qualities like Luca Sinclair or Christian Smith, that is just a fantasy. At the end of the day, I would go back to my real life, where I need to work hard to earn a good one, instead of the fantasy of being a trophy wife. Today I am witnessing one of the perks of getting involved with a rich man. Here I am, standing next to my fath
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Luca Sinclair’s POV“Merry Christmas, everyoneee!” I was lining up the mugs that are filled with hot chocolate, ready to distribute them to every person in this household when the Queen graces her presence at 7am on the dot. The kids woke up twenty minutes ago, already making noise at the living room about the presents that Sophie and I put under the Christmas tree last night after they went to bed, I surrendered to the chaos and immediately got up to ensure they were not going to wake my precious sleeping beauty that turns into a sly seducer come night, especially when I had tired her out till two in the morning. “Merry Christmas, Mummy!” The kids reply in a chaotic chorus, with Suri repeatedly jumping up and down, holding her hands out to Sophie, wanting to be carried. “Merry Christmas,” I approach her as she is already grabbing Suri, parking her on a hip, though that would not stop me from leaning over so we can start our day with the mandatory morning kiss. But a tiny hand dec
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Luca Sinclair's POV“Okay, here’s one. Why do we call Deborah Deb?” She is back with another random topic, “Like, why not call her Bruh?” As expected, she giggles to herself with that lame joke, putting the phone that was used to video-call Deborah a few seconds ago in a sparkly clutch. Perhaps I am high from this drug I call Sophie Summers, but I chuckle seeing her being totally amused with that small enquiry, somewhat being contagious with the happy vibe she has been spreading since we arrive here. We have been compromising following the request I brought out to the table five months ago, about wanting another Suri. It took her two weeks until she finally responded, I thought it was a gone case because she had not said anything about it during the fourteen days duration. Life went on as usual, until she asked for another lunch and told me about her concerns. She did not want another baby, but she was tempted to have another Suri. She did not want to get pregnant, because she wan
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After three days of being a guest, the storm finally passed and I got to move downstairs again. It was already difficult to be in his presence all the time, because he refused to go to the office during this crucial time (if he calls growth spurt a crucial time, I'm not sure what would it be when she gets her first period), but come night when it was Emma's shift, he tend to be extra friendly as if he needed to show her we were more than just parents of Suri Sinclair. Whatever it is, I'm jail-free now.From one growth spurt to another, including the change of the nanny from a twenty-eight year old Emma to forty-nine year old Lilian, suddenly it is now Suri's second year into this world. My maternity leave was supposed to end on the sixth month but because of my stupidity to never train her with the bottles, I was forced to extend my leave for another six months; it was hard to handle the tantrum she threw when we started training her, until three months later we gave up as I sent a r
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I haven't been very honest these days. You know how I agreed to be the milk maid post pregnancy, that I would not do anything beyond that because I have signed off my rights- he actually sent the papers on the fourth day when we came back from the hospital, legalised everything within the first week. The document dictates that he has Suri Sinclair's full custody but he would not stop me from seeing her, but of course, it would be with his permission. If we get to the technical part of it, well, yes, I had been abusing the agreement. But if we were to take it with a pinch of salt, I am actually doing as per agreement. He did say I can meet her, and he did give me the permission because he sent her over for the milk, it's just that instead of tiring the Nanny to come back and forth (bear in mind she is fifty-five years old already!) I told her that I'd just come upstairs and feed her in the nursery. ...and perhaps, I shouldn't tire myself out too because this is only my second week p
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Luca Sinclair’s POVIt has officially been a week since I last saw the woman who gave birth to this new obsession of mine, the very same person whom I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with regardless the conflicts arising between us. I am so glad how this little girl that is smaller than my biceps has taken up all my free time, though she did not take that person off my mind but rather made me think about her more, of how she is doing post delivery. If she is fine like she had been when we stayed at the hospital for three days, or if she suddenly experience some pain at home. If it were up to me, I’d rather take Suri to her myself for every feeding. But I know I can’t break the rules I’ve decided to put even before the delivery, and I damn know I have to be strong and stand by it. Honestly, this whole thing about not having any communication in any way with her, a clean cut, is the best step I have made so far. Because I would not dare to walk away anytime soon, esp
