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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
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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
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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
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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
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My cheeks hurt from smiling too wide since hours ago, my legs start to wobble from standing up and going everywhere since early morning, and my eyes are heavy from the lack of sleep since the past two weeks because of this important event in my life. I can't imagine how tiring it's gonna be when it's the wedding itself considering how exhausted I am right now at the end of our engagement party. "You look like you're about to sleep on this table." Dian comments when I'm thisss close to doze off on my arm that I park on the table. I swear I was only going to close my eyes for one second but urgh, I wish I can have a bed next to me right this second. I wish. "Miss Alya," a voice calls me when I'm about to ask Dian to bring me home so I can get some sleep. "Yeah?" "Here's your key card." My key card? I have a room here? I thought we only rent the hotel ballroom for my engagement party? Wait. When my cousin got married here last year they too were given a free room as their wedding
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I wish you'd die in this cold temperature! So I can finally be a divorcee! Die, you asshole! Die! "Come here," he holds out his right hand, face softening along with the tone. I narrow my eyes at the gigantic man, cursing him in my head. Go die. He sits up before standing in his full height, stepping forward to approach me as I go backward, wanting to maintain the distance between us. "Why are you here?" I ask in panic, realising he's getting so much closer now. "I told you, I'm not gonna miss my wife's engagement party." Is he being sarcastic now? Knowing he holds the power that I can never be married to someone else as long as I'm still his wife? "I told you to never call me that!" Suddenly he's already bumping his front to mine, intimidating me with his superior physical. "But you ‘are’ my wife." "I WAS your wife when you treated me like a whore. But I'm not anymore! I'm not anyone's whore anymore! Not yours, not now not ever!" He cups my face with his cold hands, whispe
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"Oh wow, is that from Andra?" Before I managed to answer her, she has already snatched the card I'm about to read. " [Remember when you like it fast and] ..." Dian blinks rapidly upon reading it then looks at me with wide eyes, before turning to the card again, " [hard] ...?" She chocked, currently in full shock. I groan knowing who sent this flower bouquet. Goddamnit Calvin Gunn! " [I rent a Lambo. Will pick you up for lunch later.] " She giggles after reading further, as if it's her boyfriend who wrote it. "I almost got it wrong, jeez! Witty Andra! I wonder how naughty can he be after you guys are married!" So it's Andra? Really? But Andra never talked that way. He's all prim and proper, respecting me as a Muslim woman and never make ridiculous demands, not even touching my hand when we go out on a date. He respects me that much. " [Yours, Honey.] Awww." Dian makes that annoying pouty face as she hands me the card again.Honey. I knew it. He's the only man who has ever sent
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I haven't received a bouquet today. Every day for the past nine days, there'll be a delivery man coming through that door around 10am, with a bouquet of tulips and a card attached to it. I don't know why he'd always send it to this particular bakery since I have another two in Jakarta but today, when there's no one coming at 10am, or 10.05am, or 10.10am, I got nervous. I actually trembled thinking he somehow sent that bouquet to the other branches that one of my employees would read the card and judge me for whoring with another man when I'm engaged to Andra Hartono. Or, they'd think it's Andra who wrote those sick, disgusting pick up lines. Either way, it's bad news for me. Everybody knows me as the well mannered woman who always dress modestly, never do controversial stuff, but with just that one card, it can destroy my reputation. People would call me a fake, for behaving like an angel in front of others but spread my legs to men behind closed doors.Urgh. This is killing me.
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