Do you know how awful it is when all you wanna do is sulk like a brat for being left out from that one important detail but you can't do it simply because you're not entitled to it? Ooooooh I really don't feel like talking to him at all, if it's up to me I will not talk, or eat, or sleep with him just to show my rebellious side but I know, I fucking know my place that I have no right to do so because his kids is his personal matter; he's not obligated to tell me anything.So like a good sugar baby I am, I stay beside him despite my heartache. This is nothing compared to what I knew two days ago about the next Scarlett. This is a whole new level of fuck-you in the face. "Daddy." Genevieve inserts her hand in his left arm all of a sudden when Honey and I were talking to his brother and sister in law. Honey is clearly caught off-guard as he looks at me with guilt, his right hand is still hugging my middle area. Yeah, I already know about your daughter an hour ago. "Can I follow you
I finally come home when Honey called and asked why am I still not at the penthouse after Brian updated him about our arrival at the city four hours ago. Honestly, all I want right now is to go home -my own home before this whole fiasco began- and hide under a blanket but I have no choice since he has summoned me to be home for dinner because he has cooked for us. "I don't think curry tastes like that." I hear her voice the moment the elevator door opens. She's here? I thought she has plans with her friend? There's nothing else I wanna do at this moment than to push the elevator button and go somewhere just so I don't have to face that bitch but I can't, because she is already looking at me right now. "This is myyy version of curry." He counters with his back to me, currently cooking something on the electric stove. "I'm still cooking so maybe the end product actually taste right," he adds, but Genevieve and I are already in this weird staring competition. The door automaticall
Eight hours at work managed to calm me down but to avoid conflicts like what happened this morning between us, I purposely ride the private elevator just a minute before 7pm. Fingers crossed Honey isn't home yet because I'm supposed to arrive before he's there. Fortunately, he hasn't. But I do find Genevieve Gunn comfortably stretching her legs out on the couch, stuffing herself with my snack that I stashed in the pantry, laughing her ass off watching Friends on tv. This sight is totally the opposite of the whole elegant-rich-girl image she had when we first met. I guess make up really has the magical power of turning a woman from a basic to a pretty clown, along with a good acting skill. She really made me believe she's as classy as her grandmother. Right now, nuh-uh. Not so much. More like a typical girl you see in a normal household. "How's your hole? How many guys did you managed to take at work today?" She asked without sparing a glance at me, eyes fixed on the telly. Okay
I spent two months with Drey to be the perfect Scarlett, on how to behave at every occasion. But right now, I seriously have no idea what to do when I'm still confused either to be the other woman in their father's life or to continue being Scarlett, their mother. ...assuming they're both birthed by Scarlett Monroe. When I first saw Nate at the bar prior getting to our table, he has this same warm smile his father has been sprouting our entire time together. He approached us and to my surprise, he leaned in so close to my face, and kisses my cheek before pulling his head away from me. "How's traffic?" He asked as he kissed his sister next, the same way he did to me. Four of us sat at our usual table and the night passed through with the two of them trying their best to make the dinner a pleasant one. Though Genevieve, she was trying to be cheeky with the little stunt she pulled. I had to mask my reaction and play along just to maintain the harmony, because I swear if it was up t
In my attempt to hide the crime scene, I quickly cleaned everything before Honey came home.She appeared half an hour later when I was mopping the floor, dressed in another white outfit, went straight to the elevator instead of doing anything to me, not even blurting one word. Weird. She looked like she was in a rush.But I couldn't care less since I needed the place to be squeaky clean before Honey's home, though once I was done I got a call from him informing he's still in California finishing up a meeting. I was in the midst of watching my third movie when the elevator opened revealing little Miss Gunn being carried bridal style by a huge man, as huge as Honey. But he has muscles all over, with a stern facial expression. "Mrs Gunn," he acknowledges me as I walk towards them. "Is she... okay?" I ask seeing Genevieve giggling with her face covered by his chest. She looked like she's... drunk? The smell supports my theory but I can't really comprehend that considering the fact sh
I totally get what she meant when she whined about nobody wanting her despite her entire family being by her side. I'm in the same situation too, Bitch. I have my family with me but whenever I think about Honey, I feel so lonely to the point of tearing as if I'm the most ungrateful human being on Earth. Love makes us feel weird things, including feeling lonely just because someone we want doesn't want us back, despite the abundant of love we get from family and friends. "You should sleep." I murmur once the sobbing quiets down. "You should leave Daddy." I let her go gently, creating a distance between us without commenting on that. Number one, we have an NDA standing between me and my mouth from spilling things out, which of course doesn't apply to Luna since you know, she's a sister, the one I confide everything to. And number two, because I don't want her to look down on me anymore than she already has. "You don't strike me as a bimbo," she's looking at me straight in the eye
Less than two hours of sleep then I wake up and go downstairs to make his coffee, feeling quite nervous now that I know who he really is. Calvin Gunn, 35 year old asshole who was left by his wife seven years ago but still can't get over her by the clear evidence of his mad addiction to bed women who only look like her. Jeez, if she didn't leave him, it would've been a sweet love story. I mean, they've been together since they were fifteen. That's half their life. "Good morning, B," the greet comes first before I feel the heat from his body as his front crashes my back. I smile as I turn to him, "Morning, Honey," and proceed to kissing him on the lips. Thank God I managed to act normal despite my nervousness. But again, I've always been nervous with him. He's like one of those crushes I had in high school, making me blush even by staring at them. Imagine how hot I'm feeling right now when my crush is parking his dick in between the crack of my ass. Wait-"You're not going to the o
I can't believe how slow time goes by since the day I stepped out of that penthouse. That Wednesday morning, it went as usual. I made him a cup of coffee, sent him to the elevator with a kiss that we both know but did not acknowledge it openly, that it was a goodbye kiss. He enveloped me in his arms, took my breath away with his deep, sensual kiss, and a minute later he smiles at me saying ‘I love you, B’ before going into the elevator, just like what he's been doing every single day the entire six months we were together. Just like that, I took all my stuff, then headed over to my own place to drown my sorrow until two weeks later, when I had to get up and make my way to the women clinic Cupcake had set an appointment for me. I wanted to fly to Jakarta as soon as Honey stepped into that elevator but Miss Collins reminded me about the last clause a Scarlett has to do before she's off the hook; I was obligated to take a blood test on the fourteenth day after I'm officially out of t