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I'm one of those people who plans on what to dream at night. It might sound weird but that's just how I operate; I find closure by controlling the outcomes of what has happened in my life instead of accepting it to be the way it actually had. Last year after Luca and I went on separate ways, every single night, without fail, I would go to bed by fantasising a different ending, not the bitter one we had at the parking lot. I knew Luca and I could never see each other again because for one, I have my own ego after being tossed like a piece of trash like that. And two, he's such a jerk that he wouldn't bat an eye about my struggle to move on because for him, I'm just a sugar baby, someone he'd bed for a few weeks before jumping to the next in line. So the only way I could get my closure, the one I desperately needed to move on, was through my dreams.Every night I would go to the dream land as early as nine, right after putting my kids to bed. On tiring days I would drift off in like
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One would think once we realise we've done something wrong, something stupid, or absolutely a brainless moronic action a sane person would never do, we'd stop immediately before things become worse. There's even this saying on how we shouldn't do the same mistake twice because that's just plain stupid. Guess I am one plain stupid human being because instead of stopping this idiotic act, I repeat the mistake again. After he came, the moment my mind registered what had happened, I jumped off him and rushed to the ensuite bathroom to clean myself with the one objective in mind that was to leave as soon as possible. I didn't know what to say or what to do, even what to think so I got out of the scene, hid in the bathroom, hoping I wouldn't have to say anything at all until I left that place: it would just be a quick fuck-and-go affair. But he joined me. He opened the bathroom door that I forgot to lock because all this while, I've never done that. I've never locked the bedroom or th
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Do you know how draining it is that for every situation in my life, my brain seems to be programmed to think of the worst case scenario just so I'll be mentally prepared when things go wrong? It's exhausting, to the point that I want nothing else but to shut down. That's how my custody agreement was drafted; I'd get the boys during the weekdays so I'll fully function from Sunday evening to Friday evening -get them ready for school, send them to school, torture myself with the heavy workload at the office, pick up the kids, feed them dinner, then bedtime- but once the weekend starts, which for me would be on Friday evenings, I'd immediately shut down for the entire two days. There were weekends when I didn't even eat. I'd rather sleep and finally function on Sunday evening when my kids are back home. Yes, I enjoy my alone time very much. But that doesn't mean I dislike being with other people because when I'm at the office, I mingle around as if I'm an extrovert. But on weekends, I
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"I don't understand how a two Michelin star restaurant like this needs more than ten minutes to serve the appetiser. Like seriously, for a smaller portion compared to what we'd have at McDonald's, we pay more-"I immediately stop myself in the middle of the argument, or to be precise, from being a Karen when he arches one eyebrow up since he's the one who'll be paying for this meal so I shrug, "Fine, YOU are the one who's gonna pay so you have every right to choose where to eat but what I'm trying to say is, us, the customer, pay more for the same dish we can probably find at a mediocre restaurant, perhaps on a less fancy plate with a 'meh' deco but at least it won’t take this long. At McDonalds’s, it’s just five minutes then bam! You've got your order. But here, what? It’s fifteen minutes now? The cost at McDonalds’s or at those mediocre restaurants is like a fraction of what you'll be paying here. But we haven’t gotten our order. That doesn't sound fair, isn't it? For the money we'r
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"What time are you gonna pick them up?" He asks when we were riding the elevator to Level 40. I take a glance at the watch on my wrist before answering, "In two hours." "Damn it," he growls before launching his lips on mine as one of his hands pulls me closer to him. I squeal at the sudden attack, "The fuck, Luca?" After pushing his chest to get away from him, I take a few steps backward to distance ourselves, wiping my mouth thanks to his sloppy kiss earlier. "We need to start now if we're gonna make it in time. Now." With that he pulls me to him again, though instead of attacking my lips, he's targeting my neck by nibbling on every inch of it. I groan, half protesting. The other half? I'm battling with myself for how good he makes me feel. If not for the elevator door that opens a few seconds later, I'm sure I'll be a very willing partner despite the CCTV installed in here. "Let's go, Baby," he grabs both of my thighs that I automatically hop on and straddle him. I hate ho
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The week slowly passes by as I try my best to forget everything we did. Though having a sore pussy doesn’t help much, it’s a constant reminder how Luca has successfully fucked me good to the point I'm starting to question myself if we really should stop. I mean, best-friends-with-benefits can work too, no?The logical part of me, the one that contributed to my success of getting a Petroleum Engineering degree, screams no to that. A big fat bold no, all capital letters, with an exclamation mark at end. NO! It’s not a wise decision to dip my feet into an unfamiliar territory just because the sex is good. Luca and I, we are happy as friends, why would I need to ruin it as if there is no other men left in this world to tackle that pleasure department. Remember Christian? Because he’s still my sugar daddy slash boyfriend-by-contract since it was stipulated in writing I were to provide him the girlfriend-experience. Yeah the logical Sophie is right. Things will only get messy. And I don
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"Think I need to start charging you at one point." Luca sighs as I laugh out loud, understanding where he's coming from. That he's somewhat fed up with me and my antics. After sending Christian home, instead of going back to my place, I decided to drive to my ex-bestie's house. The one whom I've been ignoring all week, both his calls and text messages. I wanted to forget everything that happened between us last Sunday and Monday, so one of my effort was to remove him completely out of my life by not even reading those texts. But after Christian got out of my car, I suddenly had this feeling, sort of like a craving, to see him. To see my best friend. Okay fine, that craving is not really a sudden one, because deep down I actually wanted to tell someone about what happened between Christian and I. We all know who that someone is; I needed to tell my best friend who had been listening to me since before I knew Christian Smith. He had been following our progress, and now that I am of
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I was about to enter my house when a sound comes from my tote bag, signalling somebody just sent a text message to me. I bet it's Luca, continuing where he left off because I didn't exactly listen to the entire thing. But you know what, your text will face the same fate like the previous ones- ignored! I refuse to read any of them, God knows he had proclaimed his love through text messages and without reading it, I went there. I fucking went there when I could've avoided all these things from happening if I just read them first! Dipping my hand into the bag, I reach out for my phone, curious if it's indeed another sappy speech from my ex-bestie. Yes, we're officially ex besties now. I've told him again and again five days ago but he still chose to cross the boundary so that's that. Though I'm curious to read those texts, including the one I just received. [Christian: See you in two hours, Cherie 😚]I am already boiling from the drama but things have definitely gone south the seco
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