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“Okay what’s next?” “What do you mean what’s next?” “We’ve done lunch, what’s next? Should we plan our adventure this weekend?” I’m not used to this version of Luca Sinclair. He’s too… eager? Excited? What’s the word? “Sunday brunch will be spent at my parents’ house, of course,” he grins while scooping the ice cream we’re sharing, “So what do you want to do tomorrow? Lazy Saturday?” “Sure,” I shrug nonchalantly, I don’t really mind. Anything goes. If we’re still not talking to each other, I was thinking I’d just watch Netfl!x all weekend. So really, I don’t have anything planned. “If we want to have a lazy Saturday, hmmm how about we go for groceries shopping after this? I already finish all your snacks, heh.” “My ice cream too?” He grins boyishly, “Your ice cream too, hihi.” “But you bought like, three months supply of ice cream.” He really filled up a quarter of the freezer with my favorite ice cream flavor. “I was heart broken.” The grin disappears as he looks at the bow
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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
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Three of his cousins came down with fever so there's only four of us left, we decided to take a rain check and maybe go clubbing next week when everybody's feeling better. To be honest, I'm also feeling alarmed with the Covid-19 cases reported in Asia, particularly China when they've already started the lockdown two months ago. Apparently Trump is feeling very confident that it won't reach here hence New Yorkers are still roaming around, business as usual as if we're living in a different planet where Covid will never be able to attack us. We spent Friday night clubbing at home; Luca blasted some hip songs, changed the setting of his house's light to make it dim as if we're in a club, and surprised me with his bartending skills by making different types of cocktails (yes of course he made that cock-tails jokes!). We drank and danced until it's late, we ended up sleeping at the living room because it was too difficult to climb the stairs with the whole swaying happening in our head.
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It's real, and it's approaching us. Two days ago the first death from Covid-19 was reported. The first one in New York! And yesterday, the first Covid-19 case was registered. Luca and I had another late night though it wasn't clubbing but just Marvel movie marathon with ice cream and chips. I wanted to eat my favorite fish cracker but every time I eat it Luca would always make this face, as if he couldn't take the smell. He must be the one in a million people in the world to have what they call a dog-nose, to be able to smell it when other people in my life has been fine with it. Anyway, I had potato chips. Because I love my bestie so much I'm willing to sacrifice my love towards my favorite snack. I figured that's the least I could do since I'm not gonna join the brunch. Yes, I've finally told him about the date hence not being able to go to the brunch. He sulked a bit but he didn't say much, I also called his Mom to apologise and promised I'll be there the following week with all
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"Christian?" I answer the call right after putting it on loudspeaker, "Are you at the lobby already? I'm almost done, can you wait like five minutes? I just need to-""Soph," he cuts me before I managed to finish my explanation. I'm currently trying my best to zip my dress (yes, the Dior dress that is fresh from the boutique, I have confirmed it with Luca my ex sugar daddy who is still funding my wardrobe) hence the loudspeaker. I would've asked the man himself to help me but he is too busy shampooing his hair in the shower. He actually shoo-ed me when I entered a minute ago, shouting, “Get out, Soph! I’m naked now!” When I complained it’s not like I’ve never seen tiny Luca and big Luca without clothes, he shouted again in annoyance, “I’m shampooing my hair! Get out!” I really don’t understand why he’s so irritated every time I get in the bathroom when he shampoos his hair. That man is weird, I’m lucky Christian is easier to read. "Yeah?" I have a bad feeling by the way he called
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"No, you should go." "I'm not gonna leave you alone here.""But you have to go, Claire has cooked all the food you requested last week." It's true, we dropped a stack of order to her Mom when we had brunch with the entire family, though I've cancelled mine yesterday through the phone call thanks to this never-gonna-happen date. "Well everybody else can eat Claire's food, you on the other hand doesn't deserve to be left alone after being dumped by an asshole. Such a jerk to not even have the decency to do it face to face. What is he, sixteen? The fuck." He starts complaining with curse words flying out of his mouth, while I continue tearing the way I had been since the past thirty minutes. "You should go." I say it again after he's done letting his anger out. "I'm gonna stay in with my princess.""I'm not a princess.""My queen then.""Your mother should be your queen.""Fine, my panda. I'm gonna stay here with my panda." He tightens his hug before dropping a kiss on my head, "But
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I hate Luca’s magical hands sometimes, how efficient he has always been at stroking my hair, somewhat lulling me to sleep that now when I’ve finally woken up, suddenly it's already 10pm.I take a few minutes to gather myself, staring at nothing while my brain cells begin to connect with each other, allowing me to remember what has happened today. Being dumped by your crush turned sugar daddy turned boyfriend is already heart-breaking, but the news that you won’t be able to see your kids for God knows how long is beyond devastating. If it’s up to me, I would’ve booked the flight ticket just to be with them, even if it means I have to sleep at a hotel for months. But Dean’s right, what good would it do to our children if I end up getting Covid before I actually managed to see them. What’s worse is if I die from that virus, without even meeting them because Covid patients who die would be sent for burial immediately without the family members being permitted to see them for the last ti
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The Governor declared Disaster Emergency in the State of New York a week later, finally joining the rest of the world to quarantine ourselves in an effort to fight Corona Virus. My company has sent out the Work From Home (WFH) notice to the employees, announcing we would all begin WFH until further notice, subject to current situation and official direction from the government. I would cry every time I over-think about the possibility of Emergency not being lifted for months, feeling overwhelmed without the boys by my side. Thanks to Technology, we managed to video-call every single day, lessening the worries that's bottling in me. It's been two weeks since the quarantine, three since I last met my kids. Schools have all been closed, restaurants are only opened for delivery, and I'm bored as fuck working from home with limited human interaction. The Covid-19 cases has been increasing rapidly, there is no sign they are going to lift the Emergency anytime soon. "Fee, I thought you'
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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
