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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
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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
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"We don't have to fight all the time, you know." He tucks me back in after putting the empty plate on the bedside table. Two days after the confrontation, he texted me to remind me again about letting him know the date of my abortion procedure. I was still contemplating if I should keep the baby but receiving that message seems like a hint from him that he'd rather I terminate the pregnancy. So I sent him a message before I left the house that morning for my appoinment with Dr Freida. He was already at the clinic the moment I arrived there. The clinic is only ten minutes away from his place, no wonder he got there so fast. But I honestly didn't think he'd read the text since most Saturday mornings we always sleep in from the labor we did on Friday nights. I thought he won't see the text I sent since it was only 8 in the morning.He stayed with me the entire time we did the ultrasound; I was already twelve weeks by then. Again, Dr Freida printed the ultrasound pictures before proc
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His hands were on my body when I open my eyes the next day.Okay maybe that's too generic. Let me try this again. When I open my eyes in the morning, my nose was already digging into his neck while his arms were wrapping my body. We were lying so close to each other I could feel his morning wood resting on my stomach. Though above all, he was still sleeping from the sound of his light snore. That, is what I normally find in the morning of our past. But to have a repeat today, I know deep in my heart this should never happen. It feels wrong doesn't matter there isn't even an ounce of awkwardness between our body. Perhaps my pregnancy hormones haven't subsided but instead of distancing myself from him, I inch closer to the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. Hmmmm, this feels like home. It's comforting. I wish I can stay here forever. Wait. No. That isn't right. Which by the way, what time is it now? I'm not sure when did he finally sleep last night perhaps he watched the whole
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"Why are we dressing up? Where are we going?" I ask him when we are on our way to the elevator. Instead of leaving in twenty minutes, we actually step out of the house forty minutes later. Thanks to yours truly and her need to do the hair and make up. "Are those two of the ten questions?" He holds the door for me as I get myself inside the box. I scoff, "Obviously not.""Then I'm not telling." He looks at me smugly, already standing next to me as the elevator closes its door and brings us to the basement parking. "Fine, I'll know sooner or later." I cross my hands on the chest, turning my eyes forward. I'm wearing the outfit he picked out for me- the cute flowy baby blue dress. And yes, the same sparkly matching set lingerie too. I've gotta say he indeed has good pair of eyes when it comes to styling. I curled my hair and let it loose, then proceed with putting on some light make up. I wanted to do my eyes but he was already shouting from downstairs so I settled with only the bl
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Scrape what I said about me hating socialising, because spending the entire afternoon with his family (now I know everybody who's in that room is actually his family) is pretty amazing. I had a great time! They served this amazing lunch buffet (or brunch; that's what his cousins told me what it was supposed to be) and my ears were both at their maximum capacity to eavesdrop such juicy gossips be it about Mr Sinclair himself, or those whom I have no idea who they are but the stories were all top notch. Mr Sinclair might earn his dollars by himself but he sure comes from a family who has lots of it, what seems like old-money by how humble everyone had been which by a glance on their appearance, we all know how expensive every article of their clothing is. We went home around 2 when I started complaining I was feeling a bit tired. No, wait, I didn't complain I was tired but he asked a bunch of questions that at the end of it, he concluded 'that's it, you're tired, let's go home'. He
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Today is my 6th day at Maison de Verdue. We have somehow established a routine to make our life filled with less fights. In the morning, his alarm clock would wake us up at 6 which he will, without fail, every single day, hit the snooze button and refuse to wake up.Instead, he would go to the middle of the bed, pull me to him, and hug me tight from behind. Yes, he would cuddle me until the next snooze wake him up. "To make sure you're still breathing," was what he said when I complained on the second day he did it. I don't bother to complain now, it will be a total waste of my morning energy. Then exactly eight minutes later when the snooze is up, he would hit another one before shaking my body, harassing me to wake me. Annoyed, but seriously tired of fighting with him in the morning, I would get up and shower. He on the other hand, would continue sleeping, hit more snooze buttons, until I nag at him to fucking wake up or we'll be late for work. "Can you please just pick somethin
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"I'm gonna sleep now." I announce loudly when he was still with his laptop, reading some kind of document. It's already 11, but he's still working. No wonder he opts for a sugar baby service; he doesn't have the time to entertain girlfriends or wives or kids. I bet the only commitment he has is the Sunday brunch with his family. "It's too bright. Can't you continue tomorrow?" I purposely complain when he hasn't said anything since the past two hours when we had that little fight at the kitchen. Normally once in a while, he would comment on the tv show I was watching, taking a break from work. After a light discussion (or more like a bickering) about the show, he would go back to his laptop, continue working. But today, nope. He's been so quiet I feel like I'm watching alone tonight. There's even a few times I commented to myself but in a loud volume that's meant to lure him into a conversation but nope. Nothing. So I switch off the tv and put my head on the pillow. "Just turn to
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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
