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Salty Sugar Baby 9
I'm not sure what time did he return home because I didn't hear any sound that hinted he was back.Instead of worrying about it, I spent the early part of the night with my sons, Cruz and Liam; they video-called me to show me what Dean and Chloe got them for their birthday. Their birthday is actually three months apart; Cruz's is on 11th of March, Liam's is on June 29th, but it's so much easier to get two presents instead of just one for the birthday boy to avoid myself from listening to the never-ending fights over that one freaking toy the entire week. Yes, I'm fully aware about the importance of educating kids on sharing but never mind, that's another battle for another day. I just want to have a peace of mind while navigating my single-mother life. The education on sharing will be applied sometime in the future, I promise. I didn't actually sleep well last night because of this new environment. The pillows, the mattress, the entire thing is absolutely wonderful but I just couldn
Salty Sugar Baby 10
Pretty sure everybody has a different setting when it comes to conversing with different people. For an example, I would always be this boring technical person with my colleagues and bosses though come lunch time, the moment I sit down with the colleagues whom I'm comfortable with, I'd let loose and start being a clown with my, yeah, you got it right, with my never-ending dry jokes. When Mr Sinclair and I entered the cafe, I thought it's just gonna be the two of us. But the moment I see a gorgeous lady sitting at a table with the hostess directing us towards her, I instantly know that it will be an affair of three from here on. Her shiny blonde locks gives a hint that she's a frequent at a pricy hair salon. Her baby-blue dress with that pair of nude Manolo Blahnik, and a matching baby Dior next to her, well, that makes her look like a heiress that I suddenly feel intimidated by the way I'm dressing right now. Her make up is minimal but she wouldn't need much anyway with the natural
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I am definitely NOT wearing these. It's just strings for God's sake! I might as well not wear anything at all if I'm going to let my girls out that much. How kinky is this guy for Beatrice to suggest that outfit for our first night. It shouldn't even be called an outfit. It's just strings! Gosh, do I sound like a 32 year old now instead of a 19 year old? "Abigail?" I hear a knock on the door along with the deep voice. Shit, I'm still in my clothes. I haven't even applied anything on my face. I was planning on putting a light make up right after wearing this lingerie Beatrice packed, which was a mystery to me since it was wrapped in a tissue paper, tucked in a paper bag. She said it would be a surprise for both me and Mr Sinclair. I am indeed surprised, Beatrice. So surprised that I don't have the time left to do my hair or make up because I spent it all raging over these strings. "Abigail?" He tries again that I begin to panic."Y-yeah?" I jump at the speed of light towards the
Salty Sugar Baby 12
Every time I read romance novels, I've always thought what a bunch of liars those authors are, to put shitty smut that the majority of us women, don't even experience. Like seriously, getting wet just by his presence in the room? Or at the sound of his voice? Bullshit, that's what it is! Because the entire time I was with Dean, for six whole years (seven if we take dating into account), I've never gotten wet that easily. Heck, sometimes even after he has heated the engine for some time, I was still as dry as the Sahara. So yeah, bull-fucking-shit, you liars (authors) !But now, oh my God. When he said it like that, of how delicious I tasted, Oh. My. God. I finally realise my panties are actually wet. Soaked. He, this man, this Mr Sinclair, who's still looking at me with his captivating hazel eyes, is the reason of my soaked panties. What else can he do? Make me come merely by using his tongue? Fingers? Because those too, are two other bullshit romance novels have been selling to the
Salty Sugar Baby 13
Doesn't matter what happens, I would always clean myself after having sexual intercourse with my husband, now ex-husband. The byproduct is seriously ew (which of course I'm referring to his cum since I barely get my release), there is no way I can sleep with my private part feeling sticky all night long. I'm also too obsessed with having my bedsheet to remain clean at all times just so I can sleep without worrying over germs, bacteria, or anything that will crawl on me at night when I'm sleeping on the bed. But all bets are off tonight. None of those germs, bacteria, or possible insects attacking me later on matters because I really, reaaaaally have no energy left after he sprayed his mini Sinclairs into me for the second time. My legs are shaking, my eyes are tightly closed, all I want right now is to stop orgasming and just sleep. Purely sleep without any other meaning behind it. "Abigail," he whispers to my left ear with his hands wrapped around my middle; he's currently spoon
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Be careful what you wish for. Just one month ago, I had enough of my boring weekends. Netfl!x, comfort food, afternoon naps, hit REPEAT. I was miserable when I was still married to Dean. I didn't have time for myself. His line of work requires him to always be away either for a month or two, sometimes up to six months if it’s an overseas assignment. I was lonely, I was tired, I was raising two toddlers on my own. Though to be honest, even when he was home, I was tired too because he's that typical man who has his wife doing all the chores, taking care of the children, while he sits on his gaming chair claiming this is the only time he has for himself since he's been tired working his ass off for weeks. Oh yeah? He didn't think about how tired I've been taking care of the house, the kids, all while working full time. At the end, it felt the same either he was home or not, in fact I felt better when he wasn't because then I would only need to take care of two boys instead of three.
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"Hi," he greets me with a smile while approaching me at the breakfast bar. I've been observing him since he was at the shoe cabinet, didn't even dare to say anything afraid if I'd stupidly blurt out something weird because there's a chance he didn't even hear Abby just now. "Eating cereal?" He asks when he notices the bowl in front of me. "Uhh yeah. I'm so sorry, but, uhh, can I have some? I didn't know if you were home so I just grabbed it because I was too hungry. I'd go upstairs to look for you, ask for your permission if I can have it but since I'm not allowed to go up, so," so I just gobble what I found. He grins at my lengthy apology, "It's okay, you can eat anything in this house, no permission required." Including you? "How about I cook you something proper? A real lunch." He heads straight to a kitchen drawer, pulling out a pan. I was so nervous, so scared, I hadn’t realised he’s in his usual outdoor outfit; a pair of jeans with a cotton t-shirt. It’s simple but this i
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"I'm more focused this way. Too sleepy," I flash what looks like the most fake smile ever at my colleague while trying to will him with my mind power to go back to his fucking workstation instead of bothering me any longer. I swear if one more person comes here and asks me why am I doing my work standing up instead sitting on my comfy chair, I will fucking yell at him/her. Yes I will. I most definitely will. What happened is, I am so stressed with this one Drilling Engineer assigned to my latest Exploration well. He is a Senior but he behaves as if he has zero experience. I'm absolutely fine with someone who admits he's inexperience as long as he's willing to learn. However I seriously can't tolerate an asshole who's an idiot but acts as if he knows everything for the fact, he doesn't! How dare he told me what to do when it's MY job and MY expertise he's seeking. If you're so smart, then why did you still come to me? That means you're not as smart as you think that your fucking bo
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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
Salty Sugar Baby 157
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
Salty Sugar Baby 156
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
Salty Sugar Baby 155
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
Salty Sugar Baby 154
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
