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"I don't understand how a two Michelin star restaurant like this needs more than ten minutes to serve the appetiser. Like seriously, for a smaller portion compared to what we'd have at McDonald's, we pay more-"I immediately stop myself in the middle of the argument, or to be precise, from being a Karen when he arches one eyebrow up since he's the one who'll be paying for this meal so I shrug, "Fine, YOU are the one who's gonna pay so you have every right to choose where to eat but what I'm trying to say is, us, the customer, pay more for the same dish we can probably find at a mediocre restaurant, perhaps on a less fancy plate with a 'meh' deco but at least it won’t take this long. At McDonalds’s, it’s just five minutes then bam! You've got your order. But here, what? It’s fifteen minutes now? The cost at McDonalds’s or at those mediocre restaurants is like a fraction of what you'll be paying here. But we haven’t gotten our order. That doesn't sound fair, isn't it? For the money we'r
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"What time are you gonna pick them up?" He asks when we were riding the elevator to Level 40. I take a glance at the watch on my wrist before answering, "In two hours." "Damn it," he growls before launching his lips on mine as one of his hands pulls me closer to him. I squeal at the sudden attack, "The fuck, Luca?" After pushing his chest to get away from him, I take a few steps backward to distance ourselves, wiping my mouth thanks to his sloppy kiss earlier. "We need to start now if we're gonna make it in time. Now." With that he pulls me to him again, though instead of attacking my lips, he's targeting my neck by nibbling on every inch of it. I groan, half protesting. The other half? I'm battling with myself for how good he makes me feel. If not for the elevator door that opens a few seconds later, I'm sure I'll be a very willing partner despite the CCTV installed in here. "Let's go, Baby," he grabs both of my thighs that I automatically hop on and straddle him. I hate ho
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The week slowly passes by as I try my best to forget everything we did. Though having a sore pussy doesn’t help much, it’s a constant reminder how Luca has successfully fucked me good to the point I'm starting to question myself if we really should stop. I mean, best-friends-with-benefits can work too, no?The logical part of me, the one that contributed to my success of getting a Petroleum Engineering degree, screams no to that. A big fat bold no, all capital letters, with an exclamation mark at end. NO! It’s not a wise decision to dip my feet into an unfamiliar territory just because the sex is good. Luca and I, we are happy as friends, why would I need to ruin it as if there is no other men left in this world to tackle that pleasure department. Remember Christian? Because he’s still my sugar daddy slash boyfriend-by-contract since it was stipulated in writing I were to provide him the girlfriend-experience. Yeah the logical Sophie is right. Things will only get messy. And I don
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"Think I need to start charging you at one point." Luca sighs as I laugh out loud, understanding where he's coming from. That he's somewhat fed up with me and my antics. After sending Christian home, instead of going back to my place, I decided to drive to my ex-bestie's house. The one whom I've been ignoring all week, both his calls and text messages. I wanted to forget everything that happened between us last Sunday and Monday, so one of my effort was to remove him completely out of my life by not even reading those texts. But after Christian got out of my car, I suddenly had this feeling, sort of like a craving, to see him. To see my best friend. Okay fine, that craving is not really a sudden one, because deep down I actually wanted to tell someone about what happened between Christian and I. We all know who that someone is; I needed to tell my best friend who had been listening to me since before I knew Christian Smith. He had been following our progress, and now that I am of
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I was about to enter my house when a sound comes from my tote bag, signalling somebody just sent a text message to me. I bet it's Luca, continuing where he left off because I didn't exactly listen to the entire thing. But you know what, your text will face the same fate like the previous ones- ignored! I refuse to read any of them, God knows he had proclaimed his love through text messages and without reading it, I went there. I fucking went there when I could've avoided all these things from happening if I just read them first! Dipping my hand into the bag, I reach out for my phone, curious if it's indeed another sappy speech from my ex-bestie. Yes, we're officially ex besties now. I've told him again and again five days ago but he still chose to cross the boundary so that's that. Though I'm curious to read those texts, including the one I just received. [Christian: See you in two hours, Cherie 😚]I am already boiling from the drama but things have definitely gone south the seco
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I'm not ready to see him after his confession two weeks ago. He has been doing sugar babies since the past six years suddenly he thinks he's ready to settle down because he loves spending time with me? That I mingle well with his family and friends? To the point of adoring me when I'm with my kids? Is he out of his mind? No. Don't even start with how I'm always on his mind, and one of the reasons I've been avoiding him is because of that sickening pussy talk. I seriously think he's having an early mid-life crisis. That 36 year old grandpa is probably having problems downstairs that he can't differentiate between fresh pussy and seasoned Sophie-jayjay. Whatever it is, I'm still with my decision. I will continue blocking his number until I can finally process everything and come up with a plan, on how to go forward with our friendship. Which I've gotta admit, I'm tempted to ignore him for the rest of my life. I mean, who needs a toxic friend in your already chaotic life? Having two b
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"Are you having second thoughts?" Matt's enquiry makes me chuckle as I save the report I was typing, "Yeah yeah I'm finishing up. Go get Drew first. I'll see you at the meeting room." He is still standing in front of me so I lift my face while rushing to lock my laptop, "Yesss I promise I'll be there. Go! Get Drew! I'll meet you guys there." "Why can't we go get Drew together?" "Why can't you go get Drew alone?" He sighs, "Do I really have to get him? Can't he get himself there on his own?" We have two big bosses at the office; Estelle Evans is the one who's responsible on management while Dr Andrew Lincoln is the person we'd go to when it comes to technical stuff. All of us are aware that Drew (he prefers us calling him that rather than the formal Dr Lincoln) doesn't have a girlfriend despite his sexy British accent. It is not surprising, really, judging from how many hours he spent at work. I think this office is more of a home to him than his own place. Despite being a geni
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The next few days is as boring as it had been since the past two weeks; go to work, spend time with the kids, and when they are asleep, I'm all alone on the couch watching Netfl!x. Normally I'd shoot Luca a text if there is anything interesting about the show I'm watching, or if I'm too excited about it I'd just call him rightaway. But now, it feels like I've been robbed the joy of watching Netfl!x just because I no longer have someone to share those things with. Doesn't matter how funny the jokes are, or how devastatingly sad some episodes have been, I would always end up with this heavy feelings in my heart, of how upsetting it is that I'm being reminded I'm all alone again. This is like going backward to the time when I haven't had him in my life, as a friend. Thankfully, I have Christian now. But he can't always be there for me because he has obligations when it comes to his job. Whenever he's on his off-day, we'd have a long conversation over the phone. But on days when he's
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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
