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Christian sends me home around midnight. We agree to go out again next Sunday since he's leaving tomorrow afternoon to attend a conference in Vegas for one week. [ Lemme know if you aren't so lucky tonight. ]I only notice Luca's text message after I've showered and worn my pyjamas. It was sent two hours ago, most probably when I was chatting with Christian at the bar hence not realising the incoming text. Too lazy to type my reply, I hit the last number on my speed dial while getting comfortable on the bed, covering myself from neck to toe with the duvet. "You're still up?" I ask him the moment the line is connected. It's almost 2, he should be sleeping now considering his bedtime is at 12. Wait. I totally forgot the possibility of him shagging his sugar baby. It's Saturday night afterall, and he has a history of fucking his way into Saturday and Sunday by burying himself deep into-"Yeah, about to shower. You just got home?" Bingo, I was right. He just finished his 'workout' se
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I feel like smacking Luca on the head the moment I see a girl fixing her ankle strap heels in front of the shoe cabinet. He fucking told me she's not here. Or I quote 'She's leaving at 4. Come over.' Which is why I am here at 5.30, to avoid bumping on her. "Hi," she greets me with a wide smile, one that shows she's one of those friendly girls who're genuine with their expressions. But again, she's here as a sugar baby. She's basically getting paid for being an actress. Who knows Luca is her third or tenth Daddy that perhaps she wasn't so lucky with the previous ones hence she's been acting all these while, so yeah. I'm judging her because I used to be a liar myself. What a hypocrite, eh? With similar build as mine, contrast to my boring assemble of plain white t-shirt and blue jeans, his new baby is wearing a gorgeous red dress that accentuates her curves. Okay, one point for the style. And the friendly greeting? Another point. Alright, I approve you baby girl. But not enough f
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We change into our formal wear and ready to leave for the Gala by 7.30. Luca puts on a tux complete with a bow tie that I played around for a good half an hour by putting it on my hair as if it's a hair accessory, tucked it between my breasts down to my cleavage, and placed it above my lips pretending it's a moustache; a demonstration to show my frustration when I've set my heart since last night to wear this navy blue dress I've been keeping for a special occasion only to find out the man has purchased a totally new gown just for this event, to match him. Did you get all that? To fucking match him. It was this gorgeous black bare-back dress that I have a feeling it costs more than the navy blue dress I wanted to wear but I still protested just because I'm difficult like that. "Come zip me up." I order him in a stern tone, still wouldn't budge from my stand that I'm my own person, I deserve to pick my own dress eventhough both of them came from him, purchased using his money. "Y
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We went home after saying goodbye to his family. His mom, Claire managed to remind me to join their brunch tomorrow knowing I'm crashing at Luca's tonight. Yes, they know I always crash at his place. No, they don't know we sleep in the same bed. Perhaps due to the fact he has two guest bedrooms downstairs so they don't bother to ask the details."Are you sick, babe?" Luca asks when I just popped the birth control pill into my mouth. I ignore him and drink the water to push the pill down my throat. That 'babe' has been annoying me to death since the past two hours. Back at the Gala, we spent a few minutes chatting with his distant cousin and her plus one. Maybe I'm not hip enough, or Luca's too old to consider using 'babe' as a term of endearment but both of us had the same look every time they use 'babe' with each other. That's how the 'babe' came into our life. It started as a joke when I called him that at the end of my sentence, to mock his cousin and her boyfriend. But then he
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Have you ever had that feeling, the one that you know someone is watching you even when you can't see them? In my case, I was just waking up. My eyes were still tightly shut but my mind has started to power up my body, alerting myself that 'hey, it's morning, you've gotta wake up bitch. You have a brunch to go to.'But being me, who'd snooze a couple of times before finally waking up, gladly jeopardising my job, my career, my future just for the extra sixteen minutes of sleep, I've decided to go back to the dream land since today is a holiday.I always trust my instincts, and right now I can feel someone is watching me. So instead of going back to sleep, I open my eyes only to be startled by this view of a gorgeous half-naked man lying a few inches away from me with this evil smirk pasted on his face. That pair of hazel eyes are still focusing on me eventhough I'm wide awake now, and at that moment I wonder how long has he been staring at me, perhaps taking note on my every embarra
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"Hey Luc.""Hmmm?""You know how we're both not a morning person right?""Hmmm.""I've figured out the one reason that can change that.""What is it." He asks boringly after yawning for the umpteenth time, clearly showing how interested he is at my discovery- zero! "Fine, I'm not sharing!" I turn my body facing the other side and that's when he moves closer, placing his head on the same pillow I'm resting mine. "What is it, Soph?" He whispers, his face is merely a few inches away from mine that when he talked, I can smell the minty toothpaste he used earlier before he came to bed, "What can change us into morning person?" "If I've gotta wake up every morning next to Christian, I would be." I grin in the dark, reminiscing our fourth date a few hours ago. We're already in February, and next week is going to be our fifth date which I hope we'll finally cross that bridge and put everything to bed. Like literally TO BED, I'm fine either it's his or mine, let's just get to the third ba
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I've always thought they're 'rich' rich but to join this kind of wedding, my jaw drops to witness such a beautiful, extravagant setting only the very-rich can afford since it's also being held at one of the luxurious hotels in New York. "Tell me," I whisper to him as we sit on the chairs that are prepared for the guests, the ceremony will start shortly, "How rich are you guys? Are you a millionaire yourself?" I've never asked him about his wealth, but I have to at this point of time, because it's ridiculous how elegant everyone is, carrying themselves like royalty. They don’t wear luxury brands like the rich people I’ve met at the parties I went with Luc, the guests here seems to have their own tailor to customise the outfit they’re donning. That’s another level of wealthy in my book. I mean, why would you buy a ready-wear if you can make one fitted to your body? "Everybody here has a trust fund with at least six zeroes in it." I gasp, "Including you?" "Our grandparents make sur
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"Guys, do you want to go to Blue's after this?" Derek asks when Luca and I were scrolling through our Facebook feed, "After partayyy?" After the wedding ceremony in the morning, all of us go home to refresh and by 8pm, we meet again for the reception dinner. Luca and I are seated with his other cray-cray cousins, if we were to compare our table with the others, we've gotta be the most ill-mannered one with our bad table manners. Exhibit one: us two playing our phone during the event. "Do you have access to go in? I'm not gonna stand in the cold wearing this dress." Lena downs her champagne after commenting. "What do you take me for? Of course I have friends to get us in." "Wait. This is the Blue club where Rihanna went last week?" I enquire, suddenly remembering the gossip column I read a few days ago. "Not sure if Rihanna went there last week but you won't be meeting just her, for sure. Come on, Soph. Let's go, live a little."My eyes widen at the thought of meeting celebrities,
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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
