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You know what they say, fake it till you make it. I'm lucky he didn't see my surprised face to discover there's a possibility he knows about her. Because for all we know, he could be talking about someone else. Perhaps it's my sister, or my Mom, or even Abby. Maybe he's asking about one of them since today is Thanksgiving Day. You know, Thanksgiving equals family so. "She's good," I grab my handbag and the car key before turning around, forcing myself to act all calm and composed, as if we're indeed talking about Emma/Mom/Abby."Uhmmm," I glance at the watch on my wrist, subtly dropping a hint on how late it is, "I should really go. If you can tap the elevator for me-""You can stay here if you want." That recommendation got my attention as I stop fiddling with the car key that's in my hand, quickly raising my gaze to look at the beautiful face. "It's okay," I grin awkwardly, "I'll just head home."I've been stupid enough to do all sorts of things like sending the text messages and
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I let go of the sleeves while shaking my head, "I'm good." I'll stick with the one I'm wearing because it's not the top I'm looking for, but something to replace this annoyingly loose sweatpants. It's unbelievable how big this man is that even my widening waist is smaller than his pants' waistband. "Come on then, it's already 1. You shouldn't be sleeping this late. Wouldn't want your bad sleeping habit to affect her growth."He never complained about the time I go to bed, suddenly he's becoming territorial because of her? And please, you'll be surprised at how late I sleep these days, all because of your sweet baby girl who thinks it's gym time when 11pm hits, only stopping around 1 to 2am. As of tonight, she stops early, perhaps because she can sense his difficult father is around. Alright, let's call it a night then. I'll stop and get some sleep too, okay. I walk out of the walk-in closet and when I reach at the door frame near the spot he was standing at, he instantly joins m
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"Let's have breakfast, Baby." It’s like I’m dealing with Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde when he suddenly switch from giving that glare and uttered those hurtful words in such sharp tone, into this gentleman, the invitation was softly spoken as if he’s being careful not to break his Baby. "What would you like?” He asks in what seems like a whisper right after kneeling in front of me, directly facing my bump, “Pancakes? Waffles? French toast?”Placing a palm on one side of the bump, he continues asking my stomach, “Or a steak?" then proceeds to chuckle at his own joke. I can’t help but to smile at this silliness because that was indeed a very bad joke but the way he tried to crack one with my tummy, it’s like watching a psychiatric patient talking to a wall.“Come on, let’s go downstairs. I’ll make it a surprise.”He stands up and towers over me, the smiley face is gone the moment he looks at me. Huh, Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde indeed. Who knew I’d be living in a famous storybook at the age of 33.
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"You don't need to stab it further, the pig is already dead." He says nonchalantly seeing my fork keeps jabbing at the bacon without actually eating it. I roll my eyes and bring it to my mouth, "It should be the other pig who's dead, not this one."There's a slight twitch at the corner of his lips, acknowledging my statement. But then he continues eating the big breakfast on his plate while I resume playing with my food, not really having an appetite after spending an hour in the morning quarrelling with a pig. Half an hour later, while I'm still moving the food around the plate, the bell rings signalling there's somebody at the door. He stops sipping on the coffee from his mug and stands up, "Finish your breakfast," warning me once again before heading to the entrance. I watch his firm ass juggles with each confident stride, at the same time appreciating his muscled back, somewhat baffled at how confident he is to open the door in that barely-dressed state. But again, if I have a
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I’ve been half-awake for quite some time; refusing to open my eyes eventhough I’m no longer sleeping. Lying on my right side, hugging a pillow close to my chest, a blanket covering my body up to my neck, I don’t think I’ll ever get up because this is a very comfortable position. What’s better is when she kicks, the palm that is resting on my baby bump would immediately rub the spot as to tone down the movement, telling her to take it easy. She would stop for a while, then kicks again, and the same thing repeats itself. I’m not sure how long did I nap but like I said, I’m not going to wake up anytime sooner, simply because I don’t really have anything going on today. For all I care, I can lie on this bed until tomorrow comes. Suddenly I hear a vibration sound that I’m pretty sure originated from his phone because a second later, the palm leaves my body as his deep voice answers the call, “Hmm.” As soon as he takes the palm, another one lands on the spot he left earlier. I’m guessi
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"I'm going back tomorrow night." Let's just say I have accepted my fate about having to spend this long weekend with baby daddy so this is a heads up- he has another thirty hours to make the best of it before I go back to civilisation, where people understands what free-will is and actually respects it. "How about I send you home tomorrow morning?”“Eh?” My head snaps right at him upon hearing the suggestion, verifying if the person in the driver seat next to me is indeed Luca Sinclair, the possessive, super duper territorial Daddy-to-be. “Take what you need, I’ll send the movers to get the rest.”Okay that’s more like it, definitely the intolerable Luca Sinclair talking. Wait, WHAT? ‘I’ll send the movers to get the rest’ ? Is he toying with me? See how far he can push me before I lose my patience and finally have my palm does the justice by touching his cheek, hard? “You're moving in with me." He states without even looking at me eventhough I’ve been sta
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The birthday party drained my battery that I remained on the bed from the moment we got home (we went back quite early actually but I needed to have an early night because of the tiring day) until the next day when his daughter woke me up with harsh kicks perhaps asking for food since I've been sleeping for twelve hours straight.It was still dark when I decided to leave the empty bed, and when I got downstairs, he was nowhere to be seen. Knowing my way in the kitchen, I filled a bowl with cereal and milk, eating while replying my mother’s text she sent last night when I already went to bed, telling her I'm going to be there in an hour to pick up the kids. The clock showed 6.50am but I would like to get a quick start today since I didn’t go home as planned; there’s a pile of laundry to be done, work clothes to be ironed, school stuff to be taken care of, all of these wouldn’t happen if I get to go home two nights ago. I’ve got to complete all the chores by today because it’s the last
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“Yeah I still remember I went to your house some time ago. I played the video games and watched Ironman movie with you and my lil’ brother,” Liam being the chatty boy, talks to Luca with a palm forwarded to the front, imitating Ironman’s signature move. He is casually dressed in a pair of jeans and black t-shirt, making me wonder where his coat is. I mean, this is winter, in New York. Do you know how harsh winter in New York is? Sure it’s not as bad as the one in Russia or Siberia but we’re at the end of November, when the temperature starts going too low to roam around without a thick outer layer. Don’t tell me he’s been walking around in just those thin clothes? Perhaps he left his coat in the car? “It was so fun. I really had fun with you that day, I wish I can come over to your place again and play video games.” The eleven year old sighs. “You can come anytime, buddy,” he replies without realising I’m standing a few feet away watching them converse, “I don’t have anyone to pla
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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
