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
"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
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
I love my parents but there was time when I wondered if they too love me, if they even care about my happiness. Especially Mom when she sort of resented me after Dean told them that I asked for a divorce. They couldn't comprehend why would I throw the life everybody's been wanting (a good husband, two adorable children, comfortable life with stable income) that I suddenly opted to be a single mother rather than be married to the award-winning son-in-law.That's the difference between Mom and I; I choose to talk about the good of people rather than the bad. I shut my mouth the entire duration of our marriage, bottling everything inside without sharing the bad ones that people only saw the ray of sunshine but not the rain and storms. Even my niece who is the closest family member didn't know about it. Simply because I wouldn't want anyone to know that my husband is that kind of person. I want them to see him as the good husband. Mom claimed I was out of my mind, suggested me to go bac
I think Luca is done with me. You got it right; Luca, is done with me. Not the other way round, but in that particular order; Luca Sinclair, is definitely done with me. For the fact I'm not done with him yet! I'm still thinking! He can't be done with me! Not until I've finally decided we're officially done. I unblocked his number two weeks ago. Two fucking weeks but there isn't a single call, not even a text message coming from him! And every time we meet up at the office, he barely looked at me! The only time his eyes were on me was when I presented something then that was it, he'd be looking elsewhere. What the fuck? If it's not for my ego, I would've bombarded his phone with my relentless calls and angry texts. He's lucky I'm not a desperado so he can live his life in peace while right here I'm storming over his lack of effort to restore our friendship. Sure, perhaps he did call and text during the first two weeks when I blocked his number. But I've unblocked him on the third
It was pretty awkward to be caught hugging in the elevator that both of us give the small crowd an apologetic nod before stepping outside, rushing towards the building's exit, trying our best to contain the embarrassment. The moment we pass through that main door, soaking the sunshine in this cold weather, we laugh like two mad persons of how stupid we were to act that way as if we were filming a sappy movie or some kind of soap opera."I saw it!" I point a finger to him while still laughing, "You cried!" He must've thought I didn't notice it but I did. The way his voice trembled when he mentioned all the things we used to do, or that he had to pause in between the examples of how I irked him to death but he misses me nonetheless, I never thought I'd see Luca Sinclair's tears during the daylight. Because I remember it well a few months ago he did cry once but it was in the dark, when we talked about the abortions. "Men cry too," he rolls his eyes as he stops laughing, "So what. I
âOkay whatâs next?â âWhat do you mean whatâs next?â âWeâve done lunch, whatâs next? Should we plan our adventure this weekend?â Iâm not used to this version of Luca Sinclair. Heâs too⌠eager? Excited? Whatâs the word? âSunday brunch will be spent at my parentsâ house, of course,â he grins while scooping the ice cream weâre sharing, âSo what do you want to do tomorrow? Lazy Saturday?â âSure,â I shrug nonchalantly, I donât really mind. Anything goes. If weâre still not talking to each other, I was thinking Iâd just watch Netfl!x all weekend. So really, I donât have anything planned. âIf we want to have a lazy Saturday, hmmm how about we go for groceries shopping after this? I already finish all your snacks, heh.â âMy ice cream too?â He grins boyishly, âYour ice cream too, hihi.â âBut you bought like, three months supply of ice cream.â He really filled up a quarter of the freezer with my favorite ice cream flavor. âI was heart broken.â The grin disappears as he looks at the bow
He meant what he said. Two weekends in a row, at his place. The first weekend was an absolute bliss, I'm glad I agreed into giving this a third chance. Or was it the fourth? Either way, I enjoyed my weekend very much.This weekend however, hmmm. How should I say this? Because Christian asked if I want to go out on a date this Sunday; it's been two weeks since we last saw each other. His schedule is a bit unpredictable because there are times when he needs to cover his friend's shift if there happens to be a family emergency. So I'm in this great dilemma because I wouldn't want to miss this chance to go out on a date with my boyfriend. Whom I miss very much.But the thing is... urgh. I've promised Luca and his family I'd be joining this Sunday's brunch. His Mom even promised to cook my favorite dish because last week when I went over, I told her how much I missed her cooking. "What is it, Soph?" He asks knowingly, perhaps by the way I've been silent since I picked him up. Today is
I lied, THISSS is Sophie Summerâs final POV âşď¸Iâve got to say the second thing I love to do the most ever since I got married to Luca (yeah Iâm 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 kidsâ 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. âI think I am going to change now,â 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 Sinclairâs POVâMerry Christmas, everyoneee!â 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. âMerry Christmas, Mummy!â The kids reply in a chaotic chorus, with Suri repeatedly jumping up and down, holding her hands out to Sophie, wanting to be carried. âMerry Christmas,â 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 POVâOkay, hereâs one. Why do we call Deborah Deb?â She is back with another random topic, âLike, why not call her Bruh?â 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 Sinclairâs 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, Iâd rather take Suri to her myself for every feeding. But I know I canât break the rules Iâve 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