"Ohhhh wow! What did you do? Why is he paying more this month?" Abby asks the moment she sees the number portrayed on her laptop screen. I grin without saying anything. Another ten thousand bucks was deposited into her account today. Yay! "Guess you're that good huh?" She transfers the money to my bank account as I get up from the sofa, already have a luxury handbag in my mind to be purchased using my newly obtained allowance. Who would have thought a month with Cupcake can get me the Hermes piece I’ve been eyeing since forever! "By the way Fee, don't forget Nanna's birthday. Mum's planning to celebrate it somewhere at the end of the month."I stop munching the chips I just shoved into my mouth and turn to her, "At the end of the month? Like THIS end of the month?" "Are you dumb? Of course at the end of this month, why would I mention it now if it's next month?""So it's really this month? End of thisssss month?" "Think she mentioned the last Saturday of THIS month." I rush to h
"Morning." As soon as I jump, startled by his deep rough voice, a pair of arms hug me from behind followed by an apology, "Sorry, I thought you heard me coming."He must have just woken up by the sound of his voice, and is still naked because it's his bare skin against my body that is only in a piece of silk negligee. Either he’s naked, or only donning an underwear. We had a few rounds of pleasure this morning and instead of joining him back to slumber, I detached myself and spent some time alone at the breakfast bar. It's been some time, but I'm still sitting here with my cereal that I can't finish. I haven’t been able to eat properly ever since I discovered the double line. "What were you thinking about? You didn't even hear me coming." He kisses the nape of my neck, so I turn around and smile at him before he takes that opportunity to kiss me on the lips. "Good morning." I murmur when our nose is still touching but we're just staring into each other's eyes. "Hmmm morning." He
I didn't tell him anything about the pregnancy or the termination of it. I applied leave from work for the entire week to allow myself to take a chill pill and enjoy a moment of solitary. That Monday morning, I drove to the women's clinic after dropping the kids at school. I had an appointment with my gynae to check if I was really pregnant. I even scheduled for an abortion in case I was actually pregnant- that five days leave was to give my body the time to recover. I've thought about it. Long and hard. There is no way I'm going to proceed with the pregnancy on my own. I've had two beautiful boys, I don't need another kid in my life. I remember how exhausted I was taking care of the boys when they were small. Dean left for work a lot so I was all alone, tackling everything on my own. I am 32 now, I'm not going to live like that again. It's time for me to finally enjoy my life. Apparently I enjoyed myself too much that this accident happened. "When did you take your first pill?"
Time sure flies. Next week would be our final week together. I remember the clause in our contract about continuing this arrangement for another three months if he wishes to. By the look of how our relationship has blossomed, I am one hundred percent sure he would prolong our time together. The chemistry between us is top notch especially the way we understand each other's body. He even laughs at my jokes, very soon becoming Abby 2.0. But from the way he's avoiding my questions, not letting me go upstairs, and still keeping me in the dark about his Sunday outings, I doubt it. Perhaps he will indeed end it as per initial agreement.Do I like him? Yes I do. We click, the way two best friends does. Do I love him? Oh yes, I love how he makes love to me. How he keeps giving me orgasms. I absolutely love it. "Soph, are you ready?" Demi leans on my desk that I quickly stop typing the report and reach for my planner, "Yup. Let's go. I can't wait to finish this." The contract bidding f
After spending three hours with Emma and Mum, I head back home to shower and change into my usual oversized t-shirt with a pair of leggings. I've been contemplating since yesterday's meeting either to go to Maison de Verdue or just stay at home since I feel too embarrassed that he found out about the lie. But when it's five minutes to 7, I somehow freak out at the realisation that I need to see him instead of hiding myself at home. What if he's waiting for me? So I quickly change into a proper outfit before leaving the house in a hurry. I anticipate the traffic is bad due to the rush hour but I leave anyway with Benji despite the clock already showing 7.15pm. He must be furious I've lied to him for eleven weeks now. Heck, he was so mad when I was forty minutes late during the first meeting, of course he'd slay a dragon knowing the fact he's been played for almost three months. "Mr Sinclair?" I call him when the house is so quiet despite it being 8.20 pm. He isn't home yet? I was
I was still at his place when he came back at midnight. As expected he threatened to call the security but I knew it was just empty threats. And no matter what he says, until someone from downstairs hauls me out, I've decided to only leave his place at 7 on Sunday, as per agreement. Because I still remember he needs to submit an official statement to Cupcake, if he wishes for me to leave. If I really just do as he asked me to, there's a reason he'll slap me a lawsuit for not fulfilling the contract requirement. For that same reason, I come to Maison de Verdue again the following Friday. This will be our last weekend together. But if I were to be honest, I purposely come here despite his countless warnings last week because I want to torture him with my presence. I want to rile him up for treating me as if I'm worthless, a mere sugar baby he can toss out when he doesn't want one anymore. Besides, I don't have much to do at home. This, is more fun.When we were together, he doesn't
It's been a month since I left Maison de Verdue. That Sunday afternoon I left in a hurry without packing my stuff I bet he has already hired a maid to throw all of them considering how heated our conversation was. Also, because he'll need that room for his new baby. I gag remembering his sick hobby. Sleeping with teenagers who are twenty years younger than him, what kind of fetish is that? Is he a pedofile? Because he sure sounds like one from the age gap. "You haven't pooped today?" Mikey asks in his usual mocking tone when I was raiding the refrigerator. All of us are at my parent's place today to celebrate their anniversary. "Why do you care?" I close the fridge, mouth munching my favourite fish cracker. "You look bloated." He gives me a judging look."Are you calling me fat?" I snarl at him when Hannah and Jill start to shake their head hearing our bickering. But Abby who's sitting next to them has widened her eyes, gaping at me like a fish in the aquarium. "I'll send you t
I must be out of my mind.After I confirmed my pregnancy with Dr Freida this afternoon, I drive to Maison de Verdue and park my Porsche at the Visitor Parking. It's Saturday, he should be home now. I use the card I still possess to tap the elevator to level 40. Once arrived, I scan my finger, totally surprised he hasn't removed my access. Perhaps he didn't care about me anymore, not even bothered to think about me or my access to his penthouse. I step inside, approach the shoe cabinet to retrieve a pair of white indoor slippers that is reserved for the guests. Again, I'm surprised at the sight of my pink slippers at the bottom shelf. He's still keeping them? Won't he feel like throwing it out every time he sees it when he opens this cabinet? It's been six weeks. The house is quiet, I doubt if he's home now. Normally he'd be watching tv at this hour, surfing the couch after having a heavy lunch. Heavy lunch after exhausting, wild morning sex. So I go to my old room, wanting to t
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
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
"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
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
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
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
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
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
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