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"I'm not going to sign it. I don't want to be your sugar baby." I tell him firmly on our way home after my hang out session with Abby.
Earlier he dropped me at her place so he can get a few stuff at the grocery shop -yeah I have no idea why would he need to go again when we just did it a few days ago but fine, whatever- so now he's picking me up and I've obviously chosen the wrong timing to spill my decision because for the next fifteen minutes, we are going to sit next to each other in awkwardness."Okay."Okay? That's it?"I don't want to be anybody's sugar baby anymore.""Okay."Again? Just an 'okay'? Is he for real? That's all the effort he has to persuade me into a yes? Did he forget how bad he wanted me to say yes this morning when he rammed into me?"You said you hated me and then you want me to be your sugar baby.""It's not up to me when my brain keeps on thinking how sexy you look, how cute youRelated chapters
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Instead of going to my place at the middle floor, his finger opts for the highest button on the elevator’s panel making me shocked at the revelation, “You bought the penthouse to store your clothes?!”He grins innocently while I’m still digesting how I’ve missed this fact eventhough he has occupied it since a month ago, going back and forth to shower and change, a daily trip that never crossed my mind it would be to the biggest unit in the building- I thought it is just another apartment the size of mine. We step off the elevator once the door is opened, and I gasp upon realising there is only one unit at this level. How crazy can this get? He basically owns the floor! Instead of the traditional lock-and-key the apartments at this building use, he installed the advanced fingerprint-scanning at the door, similar to the one he has at Maison de Verdue. I’m impressed but since I’m somewhat used to this system, I’m sure what’s inside would impress me more hence the excitement I’m trying
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“She will stay in this room for at least six months.”My eyes widen hearing that firm statement, he seems so sure of himself that I become extremely curious what has happened that lead him to make such decision, “What do you mean?”“I want the best for my daughter, she’s my top priority.”Yeah, everyone is aware of that- the man left his luxurious penthouse to stay in my dwarf apartment for the sake of following through his daughter’s growth on day-to-day basis. He was willing to forego his own feelings and stay with this woman whom he hates, gives her princess treatments just so she can grow his daughter in the most conducive environment. “I’ve done my research and I know breastmilk is the best option for her growth and development, especially during the first six months.”“Oh.” I should’ve known better. Of course it’s all about her. “Last time we talked you offered exclusive breastfeeding so I’m taking it, that’s why I buy this house. You will stay here with her so you can breastf
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Thankfully my boys are home an hour later so he proceeds to taking care of them while I sooth myself in the bedroom, watching a show to stop this tired body and mind from overthinking- I’ve done enough of those upstairs. We don’t talk to each other for the whole week, but everything remains the same; we still sleep on the same bed, still go to the office together, and he would kiss my tummy and rub it at every opportunity he gets, everything is such a norm that we do not need to utter a word to each other. The trial week is over without any action in it, I guess he won’t be subscribing then. “Are you coming tonight?” Liz asks when we are waiting for the meeting with our contractor to start. Most of the employees take a long holiday for Christmas and New Year so the company opts for the New Year party to be held on the first Friday of the year, which is tonight. “I don’t know,” I answer while caressing my tummy, hinting that I might be too tired to attend, “I don’t even have a dre
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Luca Sinclair’s POV I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired of what’s going on between us that I feel like I’ve done enough watering, for once in our relationship, I’d like to be the garden. To be taken care of, to be acknowledged that I too have feelings. She threw a fit when I presented a selection of evening gowns for tonight’s event, claiming she didn’t need me to be a guardian because she’s her own person, she didn’t want to be babysat just because she’s carrying my child. She’d rather dig into her closet and choose something from when she was pregnant with the boys. Of course she looked amazing doesn’t matter if that ancient dress she was wearing belonged to a museum, it’s not the appearance I cared about but the fact I was deeply hurt to yet again being rejected bluntly. Last month it was about the helpers I hired to make our life easier, last week it was the penthouse I purchased upstairs to make our logistics smoother, and tonight, it’s this dress drama. There will always be som
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Luca Sinclair’s POV“Do you know what’s the difference between me and the calendar?” I heard her voice before actually feeling the warmth of her presence in the kitchen. Without saying anything, I look up to meet her eyes, and that’s when she grins showing a full set of white teeth. “Did you hear what I said?” She is still grinning, “What’s the difference between me and the calendar?”As usual, I barely give her a reaction besides staring at her face with the least expression I can muster, to show how nonchalant I am at whatever she’s doing. That I no longer care about her. Ever since that New Year party, I’ve told myself that from that night on, I will no longer disrespect myself. I need to stop rewriting the same story -this constant heartbreak due to my high expectation of our relationship- by changing my routine. It’s not much because we still live together -eat, sleep, go to work- but I have now learned to allocate some time (quality time) with myself. I don’t wait for her to
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I know I deserve it but can’t he postpone this whole thing of giving me the cold-shoulder until AFTER I give birth? I spent the first week figuring out what the hell happened- why is he not reacting to whatever I say or do? I tried to be okay with it but come the following week, I accidentally burst out. Oh yes, the volcano indeed erupted with hot lava flowing out to the point of no return- I screamed at his face about how hard it is to carry her everywhere while working full-time and being a mom to two growing boys, and now he seems to want to be added into the pile. But on the third week onwards, I got tired. Mentally tired of living with someone who obviously doesn’t want to live with me, especially when he started going out to God-knows-where, being missing for like half the day, which normally happened on a weekend so that means I was left all alone at home while he’s enjoying himself with his carefree, absolutely in-tact body with no extra weight we call pregnancy. It’s been
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[ Good morning Mr Sinclair, this is the hotel manager. Will you be dining at our lounge this evening? ]He hasn't been home for two days, this text message suits him perfectly for treating my apartment as if it's a hotel because that's what he has been doing since the last week. I don't know if it's work related or he's simply fed up with me, heck I don't even know if he's staying at his place while he was missing or went for a business trip. That man has said nothing and I hate that I have to ask every single thing so I choose to keep quiet and let him be. But today is his birthday. I plan to celebrate it with the kids too so to avoid them from being disappointed if he won't be home again today, because you know how excited kids are when it comes to cakes and birthdays, thus that one text message I just sent a few seconds ago. Not wanting to put high hopes for my message to get a reply, since that's what he's been doing lately whenever I text him either to ask what time is he pi
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I couldn't sleep last night. I haven't been sleeping much these days anyway so last night was expected. The difference of why I felt last night was worse compared to the others is because it wasn't caused by the uncomfortable sleep positions due to the width increment of my middle part, nor the frequent heart burn, or her active period at odd hours, instead it's due to the absence of the man that has been missing for five nights now. After I left his penthouse yesterday morning, I immediately got dressed and went out. At that moment, all I wanted was to get fresh air, thinking that's what I needed to improve my mood and heal my broken heart. I ate a lot, I walked a lot, I spent the day all by myself feeling much better that I finally had the courage to go home, only to break down right in front of my apartment thinking he won't be there and that he still very much hates me. Spending the night crying, wondering what is going on in my life that everything seems to be out of order,
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