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"When are you due?" He raises the pregnancy test, showing it to us in regards to his question. Both of us are puzzled to note his gaze is directed towards Genevieve, and it becomes more awkward when Nate, Melody, and Gen's British husband come out to join us. "You're pregnant, Love?" Logan rushes to her, and that's when I finally get it. They all thought Genevieve was the one who took the test considering she's the last to use the restroom before Honey. Guess I'm off the hook...? Or things are going to get worse now? "No! No!" Her hands fly in the air, denying it, "I'm not pregnant! Hell no!" After three kids in just five years, I do understand where the ‘hell no’ came from. "Is it yours, Mel?" Nate sounds like he's about to have a heart attack. I can foresee the worries he has in mind since I've heard about Melody's difficult pregnancy, and their baby is only five months old now. She's too young to have another sibling. "Of course not!" She answers in such defensive tone. An
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I never thought I'd be so affected by the prank. We had sex that Saturday afternoon after denying entry to my children, did it everywhere from the couch to the floor, and when I needed some elevation I carried her to the kitchen island, all in the blind. I thank my memory for knowing every corner of the house so well that I didn't hurt her when I moved her from one place to another, though we did have a good laugh when I hit myself with the wall that one time. I'd hit the wall a million times if I can get those giggles again. Just like before, she left first and asked me to count to a hundred before allowing me to take the eye mask off. She remained hidden in her room until three hours later she went straight to the kitchen, perhaps to fill her tummy with food since she skipped lunch for sex. I continued to do my work at the bedroom as she lounged at the living room; all I wanted to do was to be next to her but I didn't want to overwhelm her with my presence, afraid if she's gonna
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Baking has shifted my attention from constantly thinking about Honey and this doomed relationship of ours. After the April's Fool, I decided to fill my time doing what I do best so I'll be a hundred percent busy and distracted; I got back on my feet as a baker. Or fancy name: pastry chef. I presented a few of my goods to a bakery near our place, asked if I could sell them there in case they like what I made. It was my weak attempt of testing the US market. However, located at a premium location as this area is full for billionaires and millionaires and assholes like Honey, they refused to entertain me, claiming it's a premium bakery at a premium side of the city, as if my stuff aren't premium enough to be put there. I got the same answer from other bakeries at the area, which I finally resigned to looking for other hobbies. I summoned Drey to brainstorm with me until he pitched me to the owner of the cafe we were hanging out at- the owner was his friend. Just six blocks away, it
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Love is a strange thing.I love Alya so much to the point of granting her whatever she wants, even if it hurts me deeply. I have not bothered her anymore with my teasing, I have stopped initiating conversations and leave her be, I do everything quietly as not to annoy her with my presence, I am doing everything I can just to make her feel at ease this one month. Every day when I go down the stairs, or when I come up, I do hope to see a blindfold dangling on her doorknob, if we can relive the amazing weekend. But like I said, it's a hope. Knowing Alya and her stubbornness, it won't happen especially when she has something else on her plate now. Her bodyguards have been informing me about her recent part time job at a bakery a few blocks away from the penthouse, well that answers my question for her presence at the kitchen every time I'm home. She would always be doing something, and if I miss her I'd just hang out at the kitchen and eat slowly, pretending I'm not paying her attent
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The dinging sound of the elevator signalling somebody's here startles me from my task; I was putting the cupcakes into a large box, ready to deliver them in an hour. Wiping both my hands on the apron, I walk towards the elevator only to find Calvin Gunn is currently standing tall with a black silk eye mask already being wrapped around his head, blinding him. I thought he looked delicious this morning in his dark blue three piece suit, but when he surrenders himself like this, the dominant part in me roars at the submission."You left something?" I ask innocently despite the glaring eye mask. "You gave me a parting gift, it's only fair I do the same," he shrugs nonchalantly eventhough it's so obvious what he intends to do. Or what he intends for ME to do, since he's all blind and just standing there, waiting to be ‘done’. "I don't quite understand." I prolong the play, urging him to say it. That he wants me. When I packed the cupcakes this morning, I was just being playful by putt
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His phone that was in the suit jacket I tossed earlier suddenly rings that both of us freeze, as if it's a tool to break this dream and bring us back to reality. He turns to the source of the sound while I'm already making my way to get it. Didn't realise I was so engrossed with the stripping that I kicked his suit jacket quite far from where he's standing. I'm about to take the call when he commands, "No, don't pick it up." "But it could be important.""Do not pick it up." It was an obvious order, and being the bratty me I really want to push his button so I grab the suit jacket anyway before he grumbles, "You won't like the consequences." "I will do as I please, thank you very much," I reply cockily as I press the accept button. It's his assistant, Anna. And please, I'm doing this because I actually don't want him to miss anything important. What if it's an emergency? What if it's about his children or grandchildren? I wouldn't be able to live if their life is hanging on a thre
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I feel absolutely ridiculous during the first ten minutes. As much as I wanted to protest, I'm smart enough to think about energy conservation, in case he decided to leave me up here for hours, perhaps days. Fine, I'm exaggerating with the ‘days’ but at this rate, I believe he can even fly with that power he has over me or anyone in this world. Like seriously, the man has money. He can change someone's future with a flick of a finger, just like he did with my company when he refused to invest for the fact I'm his fucking wife! Yeah sure, I did agree when he said I wouldn't want to use my status to sway his decision into a yes but still. Urgh. The next thirty minutes was spent with this overthinking, if he's indeed gonna be away the entire day. I'm gonna miss my flight, thought it's a private jet so I can reschedule anytime I want but still. Urgh. Did he even wear some clothes first before he went downstairs? Because he got into that elevator awfully quick since the moment he left
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"You've been here for three months. Let's take this as our first quarterly meeting, to sit down and discuss as two adults, give each other honest feedbacks so we can improve," I glare at him at the mention of ‘we’, " ‘I’ can improve this relationship." I remain silent in my seat, clearly not bothering about this at all. He can say anything he wants but he too knows that I'm doing this just to fulfil the requirement, a way of getting him to sign my detention sheet and finally permit me to leave. "I only have two years so I need as much feedbacks as I can to speed things up." Has he forgotten the other party -me, I'm the other party- do not want to speed things up? In fact, I want things to be the way it is. Leave me be. I don't want to be in a relationship with you. I don't want to improve this relationship. "I'll start," he leans back in a relaxed manner though his eyes are still focused on my whole being, "I thought we were progressing after we came back from the wedding. I thoug
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