All Chapters of Salty Sugar Baby: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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 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

“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

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.

"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