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Warning: spicy content 🌶***I swear all I wanted to do tonight is to sleep. I desperately need the deep sleep after being mentally exhausted thinking about us since seven nights ago, though I’m somewhat grateful to finally shift my mind into something else than my kids and the ex boyfriend slash sugar daddy. Luca hasn’t moved since the past few minutes, at times I feel like he even stopped breathing. My face is very close to his chest, I can hear how fast his heart is beating yet there is no obvious signs whatsoever that he hasn’t slept. “You're hard." I can practically feel him poking my stomach. Despite me voicing it out with our close distance so he clearly heard every word coming out of my mouth, he still pretends to sleep. Eyes shut, arms dead around me. It was funny a few minutes ago but now it just makes me uncomfortable. This is not the first time he gets hard when we’re cuddling. But we always play it cool by joking around. Sometimes we’d talk more, or if we’re dead t
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When I open my eyes, it's already bright. I freak out realising it could be 2pm, I can't miss my daily call with the kids because their bedtime is in an hour since they're five hours ahead. Instead of taking my time like I usually do when I wake up, I ditch the entire scrolling-through-the-social-media routine to immediately getting up only to wince in pain realising the discomfort on my ass and in between my legs. All those dick slapping and hand smacks really take a toll on my body. Curious to see the actual thing, I quickly remove the blanket to which I'm indeed surprised to see bruises everywhere on my body, including the thighs and wrists. That's when everything hits; where's Luca?I jump on the floor, wanting to look for him as well as to find my phone since I'm not sure what time it is now. But again, I scream in pain the moment my feet land on the floor; even a slight movement ignites the agony.Damn it. Why did you have to do me so rough last night? Can't you fuck me the wa
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We go our separate way till dinner; him back to his man-cave and me chilling on the couch with my fish cracker and cozy throw-blanket. Either he's back with his stand about not wanting to be around me or he's really busy with work, I let him be and decided to order pizza for dinner; we don't really cook on the weekends, the fried rice was just a coincidence to the kids' request.Once the pizza arrives, I immediately call him using the phone because walking to that room at the back, knocking on the door, and actually inviting him in a physical meeting seems too much work. "Yo, bro!" I hit him the moment the line is connected."Hmm." He replies lazily, obviously uninterested. "Pizza's here." It takes a few seconds before he finally says, "I'm not hungry." "So you're still full? From the fried rice?" I giggle, remembering how bad I teased him until he got a hard-on in the middle of eating. "Not hungry." It came out in a flat tone, not wanting to humor me. If I read him correctly, h
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"We need to talk about what happened." He said it as if he's the boss of me. I had five minutes to myself which I believe if not for the pizza and empty beer bottles I left in the living room, he would've come sooner but being a clean freak, I know he took that five minutes to tidy up before coming up here. So yeah, I had five minutes to process what I said to him and how my brain concluded that he is indeed immature. Or perhaps, not ready to be a father. Thank God we do not have a child together or it would be too late for me to back out because history will repeat itself; I'll be left alone to mend the house all by myself while he runs away with excuses like he's not ready to be a Dad. Dean was ready to be a Dad. In fact, he's a great Dad. But his line of work put him away from the house a lot so I had to be both parents for our boys. Call me traumatised but I am definitely not going through the same thing again. I'd get a hysterectomy if I have to, but considering how lack of s
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I'd like to think that I'm actually a nice person. Or at least, someone who isn't bothered much by others because I like being alone so if nobody ticks me the wrong way, I'll just let them do whatever they want, however they want. I'm fine with batting my eyes to the other directions over silly mistakes, just like how I've been with my juniors at work because instead of being mad about it, wasting my time and energy over small matters, I can just correct it so we can both keep the drama aside. If they wish, I can even teach them how to do it the right way instead of being mad because they're still learning. The point here is, I'm actually a pretty nice person. So if I'm rude to you, you probably deserve it! And please, I might like your rough treatment in the bedroom but I despise how rough you treated me when you bluntly rejected my proposal. To hell with your promise or our friendship, there isn't any to save anymore! Instead of ranting about it to my real best friend (read: my
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After taking a long bath, spending some time by myself thinking about what has happened in my life since I signed up to be a sugar baby, I finally come out in a much better mood compared to when I entered the bathroom an hour ago. Luca was sitting on the bed, looking like he is deeply regretting his behaviour earlier which I know, the last thing he would want to do is to poke me in the wrong way so he must've been feeling really guilty. I carefully approach him while only being wrapped in a towel, not wanting to prolong this further even if it's only going to take half a minute to sprint to the walk-in closet and get dressed. "Maybe we don't have to talk about it?" I ask softly once I sit next to him. He is clearly in a dilemma because like me, I too was torn between discussing about it or forget it ever happened. Forget this bad episode ever happened."That topic," I say hesitantly as my eyes turn to the small ultrasound photo he is currently holding, "is something that can wait.
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“You’re really on your period?” He asks disappointedly once he discovered the string of the tampon I’m wearing. “I never lied.”“But I thought you always have your period at the beginning of the month?” “Yep, I’m two weeks late. Perhaps because of the stress from this quarantine. Or the dying that’s happening all over the world.” “So no sex..?”“No sex.” I reply with a smile, finding it humorous to answer such questions, with him behaving like an innocent little boy. “But just now you asked if I wanna do something fun?”I giggle hearing the enquiry, “Fun for me, not sure for you though.”“What do you mean?”I quickly sit up while reaching for his t-shirt that he removed earlier, wanting to wear it since it’s a bit awkward to be topless without doing anything. “Hey,” he tugs on the very same t-shirt, tossing it far away that I can’t believe he did that when he clearly knows I want to wear it. He reads my frustration but grins anyway, “I'm not done with you,” then proceed to pulli
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"And you're only telling me now?!" Abby is screaming on the other line while Luca makes a weird face at me, as if asking what's my problem that I keep on watching him like a hawk. No, more like a creep. That’s why he seems to be quite annoyed -judging from his facial expressions- when I’ve done nothing but creep him out.Him, dressed in nothing but his black brief, is looking so damn hot especially when he’s innocently wiping clean the kitchen top that he used when he was preparing lunch. There’s something sexy about guys doing house chores, I tell you.Especially when he does it using those muscled abs and biceps. I remember how round and juicy his ass looked when he bent down to put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. That toned ass is so distracting I swear he should be sued for owning such peachy asset. I've gotta admit I've been drooling like a pervert over here. The fact that he no longer bothers putting on pants or shirts around the house ever since we're a couple is making it
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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
