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If this happened two months ago, or if we're still speaking and behaving like two months ago, the moment I find his hands cupping both of my girls as he cuddles me from the back, I would've let this slide. In fact, I would bring those hands closer and cup myself further with our hands entwined together. Because, I've done that hundreds of times whenever we cuddled when I was still his sugar baby. But today, to find us in this compromising position with his hands attached to my chest, the moment I register what happened, I slap his hands off me while screaming "What the fuck!" out of panic.He stirs as a sign he's waking up but he doesn't actually do anything, his body is still close to mine, eyes remained shut. "Get off me!" I shout again, pushing his half naked body to his side of the bed. He had the nerve to hug me, both hands cupping my breasts, with morning erection parked between my ass, and now innocently rubbing his eyes? As if nothing is happening? "You do that again, I'l
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Going home, the car ride was super awkward. I'm not sure if it's because he was still upset about the McDonald's joke, or he was just being his usual reserved-self but we didn't utter even a word throughout the journey. "Where's my car key?" I finally say something after changing my clothes to a white shirt and a pair of skinny jeans.A week ago on the day I went for the abortion, once I was safely tucked in his bed, he went back to the clinic to drive my car home. He parked it downstairs at the basement parking lot. "Why?" He asks without looking at me, eyes glued to the tv he's been watching since we arrived home two hours ago. As usual, after he's back from his Sunday activity, he would watch the sports channel, sitting comfortably on the couch with a glass of whiskey. Though compared to yesterday when I found him in his black brief, he's still in the same outfit he wore when we went to his parent's place. I spent the entire two hours packing my stuff (the stuff that was bought
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"I just got the news from our Engineers," Noah, the representative from our service company announces once he enters the conference room, "They've decided to do at least three wiper trips before we run MDT.""Seriously?" My fellow Petrophysicist sighs loudly, "They JUST decided on this?" The way he openly shows his frustration in front of the entire team as well as our contractor is perhaps a little bit unprofessional, especially the high pitch voice and the condescending tone he was using but I'm sure everybody understands his situation. His wife just gave birth two weeks ago but here he is, stuck in this meeting room for hours only to be informed the operation will be further delayed. "It's okay," I quickly interject before he lets out more unprofessional remarks, "At least we know the hole will be clean prior logging. That will lessen the risks of tool being held up like the previous section. Anyway, three wiper trips can take a few hours, most probably we will start logging at n
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Perhaps God still has mercy on me eventhough I’ve been very naughty early this year. I promise, I promise I will behave and be a good girl again, because that arrogant, insanely beautiful and attractive man has parted ways with us at the parking lot. Instead of going with us, he left with his Lexus while all of us fit into three cars to go to Graham's. So he was just saying hi afterall.The next day at 6 in the morning, Matt sent a text message about his newborn that has to be brought to the hospital due to alarming-level of jaundice. I still remember how bad it was when Dean and I had to go back and forth to the hospital during Cruz's jaundice phase so I told him not to worry because I can handle everything here on my own. It took 19 hours to finish the operation; I only had 1 hour nap among the long logging hours which was during the fluid sampling. By the time the tool was pulled out of the hole, I was the exact definition of 'exhaustion' and 'fatigue'; I had been awake for 30 h
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"Suit yourself." He mutters under his breath, resigning from the attempt of getting me into his place and closes the door after spending ten whole minutes waiting for me. I am not ready for this.For four months, I've self loathed myself; I slept with a stranger, accepted money for sex, lied to him pretending to be someone I'm not, and terminated two pregnancies. If I go back in, everything I've worked for to be at peace with what I've done will crumble. It will be back to square one, minus the money, or the sex. And the memories, to remember each one of them, that would be the worst of all.Doesn't matter how I fight it, what he did when we were together, when I was still Abigail Grey, before all the lies and secrets were unveiled, everything he was and every little thing he did is perhaps the quality I wish for a man. The idea of him and the relationship we had when everything was good, my head seems to think that that is the perfect kind if I somehow decide to dive into the datin
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When I check my phone the moment I wake up from my nap, I'm so surprised to find out it's already 1am; I've been sleeping for four hours. I swear I set the alarm right before I went to bed to ensure I can leave this place before 11 but what happened? Did I hit snooze? Or he did it first? I don't think I heard anything when I was sleeping so it can't be me stopping the alarm. Scanning the surrounding, I realise he's not in the room which is weird because I know he normally sleeps around 12. Is he still working? We all know how he is during the weekdays, it's all work work work. I get out of the bed and step down on the floor. I do feel better after taking the nap though I still can feel the tiredness in my bones. Perhaps I should call for an Uber? While I still have the energy to move before I'm flat again? I mean, yeah it's late but I'm sure it's fine, my friends told me they call for an Uber all the time when they came back from clubbing late at night. "Don't even think about it
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When I got up around 7, he was already missing from the bed. The house was quiet, perhaps he had left for his 8am meeting. I take my time to get ready, and I have to admit I went all 'awww' the moment I saw a navy-blue work dress was laid on the stool in the middle of the walk-in closet; he really prepared it as he mentioned last night. There was even a matching set of panties and bra that I'm battling between smacking his head for being a pervert or hug him because of how thoughtful he was to think up to the inner wear. And yes, there's even a pair of shoes put next to the stool, which I recognise are the ones that Beatrice picked when we went shopping nine months ago. Just to confirm my suspicion, I go to the side of the closet where my clothes used to reside. And behold, all of them are still there, as if I never left. What's up with this man? He really thinks I'll be back? For what? Because there's no way I'm gonna be anybody's sugar baby anymore. I was about to order an Ube
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Have you ever set a meeting with a friend and you text him, "Hey I'm already here," and when he comes, you can clearly see him being the idiot he is looking left and right, searching for you, when you're standing literally right in front of him.Urgh, this idiot is indeed an idiot eventhough he looked like the smartest person on earth with his impeccable tailored suit and clean look. It’s true what people say, looks can be deceiving. Because he's the definition of el stupido. "LUCA!" I shout at him while waving my hand, and the confused look he had earlier disappears as he grins the moment he spots me. Taking huge steps with his long pair of legs, what with the entire assemble of what hotness spells in the form of a man, he's grabbing everybody's attention and as usual, once he's near me, I can feel people judging me by what quality do I have that I managed to get this kinda man as my boyfriend. Wrong. He's not my boyfriend, we're just friends. We’re simply two friends of the opp
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Salty Sugar Baby Extra Chapter 3
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
