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Salty Sugar Baby   69
I'm not ready to see him after his confession two weeks ago. He has been doing sugar babies since the past six years suddenly he thinks he's ready to settle down because he loves spending time with me? That I mingle well with his family and friends? To the point of adoring me when I'm with my kids? Is he out of his mind? No. Don't even start with how I'm always on his mind, and one of the reasons I've been avoiding him is because of that sickening pussy talk. I seriously think he's having an early mid-life crisis. That 36 year old grandpa is probably having problems downstairs that he can't differentiate between fresh pussy and seasoned Sophie-jayjay. Whatever it is, I'm still with my decision. I will continue blocking his number until I can finally process everything and come up with a plan, on how to go forward with our friendship. Which I've gotta admit, I'm tempted to ignore him for the rest of my life. I mean, who needs a toxic friend in your already chaotic life? Having two b
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"Are you having second thoughts?" Matt's enquiry makes me chuckle as I save the report I was typing, "Yeah yeah I'm finishing up. Go get Drew first. I'll see you at the meeting room." He is still standing in front of me so I lift my face while rushing to lock my laptop, "Yesss I promise I'll be there. Go! Get Drew! I'll meet you guys there." "Why can't we go get Drew together?" "Why can't you go get Drew alone?" He sighs, "Do I really have to get him? Can't he get himself there on his own?" We have two big bosses at the office; Estelle Evans is the one who's responsible on management while Dr Andrew Lincoln is the person we'd go to when it comes to technical stuff. All of us are aware that Drew (he prefers us calling him that rather than the formal Dr Lincoln) doesn't have a girlfriend despite his sexy British accent. It is not surprising, really, judging from how many hours he spent at work. I think this office is more of a home to him than his own place. Despite being a geni
Salty Sugar Baby   71
The next few days is as boring as it had been since the past two weeks; go to work, spend time with the kids, and when they are asleep, I'm all alone on the couch watching Netfl!x. Normally I'd shoot Luca a text if there is anything interesting about the show I'm watching, or if I'm too excited about it I'd just call him rightaway. But now, it feels like I've been robbed the joy of watching Netfl!x just because I no longer have someone to share those things with. Doesn't matter how funny the jokes are, or how devastatingly sad some episodes have been, I would always end up with this heavy feelings in my heart, of how upsetting it is that I'm being reminded I'm all alone again. This is like going backward to the time when I haven't had him in my life, as a friend. Thankfully, I have Christian now. But he can't always be there for me because he has obligations when it comes to his job. Whenever he's on his off-day, we'd have a long conversation over the phone. But on days when he's
Salty Sugar Baby   72
I love my parents but there was time when I wondered if they too love me, if they even care about my happiness. Especially Mom when she sort of resented me after Dean told them that I asked for a divorce. They couldn't comprehend why would I throw the life everybody's been wanting (a good husband, two adorable children, comfortable life with stable income) that I suddenly opted to be a single mother rather than be married to the award-winning son-in-law.That's the difference between Mom and I; I choose to talk about the good of people rather than the bad. I shut my mouth the entire duration of our marriage, bottling everything inside without sharing the bad ones that people only saw the ray of sunshine but not the rain and storms. Even my niece who is the closest family member didn't know about it. Simply because I wouldn't want anyone to know that my husband is that kind of person. I want them to see him as the good husband. Mom claimed I was out of my mind, suggested me to go bac
Salty Sugar Baby   73
I think Luca is done with me. You got it right; Luca, is done with me. Not the other way round, but in that particular order; Luca Sinclair, is definitely done with me. For the fact I'm not done with him yet! I'm still thinking! He can't be done with me! Not until I've finally decided we're officially done. I unblocked his number two weeks ago. Two fucking weeks but there isn't a single call, not even a text message coming from him! And every time we meet up at the office, he barely looked at me! The only time his eyes were on me was when I presented something then that was it, he'd be looking elsewhere. What the fuck? If it's not for my ego, I would've bombarded his phone with my relentless calls and angry texts. He's lucky I'm not a desperado so he can live his life in peace while right here I'm storming over his lack of effort to restore our friendship. Sure, perhaps he did call and text during the first two weeks when I blocked his number. But I've unblocked him on the third
Salty Sugar Baby   74
It was pretty awkward to be caught hugging in the elevator that both of us give the small crowd an apologetic nod before stepping outside, rushing towards the building's exit, trying our best to contain the embarrassment. The moment we pass through that main door, soaking the sunshine in this cold weather, we laugh like two mad persons of how stupid we were to act that way as if we were filming a sappy movie or some kind of soap opera."I saw it!" I point a finger to him while still laughing, "You cried!" He must've thought I didn't notice it but I did. The way his voice trembled when he mentioned all the things we used to do, or that he had to pause in between the examples of how I irked him to death but he misses me nonetheless, I never thought I'd see Luca Sinclair's tears during the daylight. Because I remember it well a few months ago he did cry once but it was in the dark, when we talked about the abortions. "Men cry too," he rolls his eyes as he stops laughing, "So what. I
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âOkay whatâs next?â âWhat do you mean whatâs next?â âWeâve done lunch, whatâs next? Should we plan our adventure this weekend?â Iâm not used to this version of Luca Sinclair. Heâs too⌠eager? Excited? Whatâs the word? âSunday brunch will be spent at my parentsâ house, of course,â he grins while scooping the ice cream weâre sharing, âSo what do you want to do tomorrow? Lazy Saturday?â âSure,â I shrug nonchalantly, I donât really mind. Anything goes. If weâre still not talking to each other, I was thinking Iâd just watch Netfl!x all weekend. So really, I donât have anything planned. âIf we want to have a lazy Saturday, hmmm how about we go for groceries shopping after this? I already finish all your snacks, heh.â âMy ice cream too?â He grins boyishly, âYour ice cream too, hihi.â âBut you bought like, three months supply of ice cream.â He really filled up a quarter of the freezer with my favorite ice cream flavor. âI was heart broken.â The grin disappears as he looks at the bow
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He meant what he said. Two weekends in a row, at his place. The first weekend was an absolute bliss, I'm glad I agreed into giving this a third chance. Or was it the fourth? Either way, I enjoyed my weekend very much.This weekend however, hmmm. How should I say this? Because Christian asked if I want to go out on a date this Sunday; it's been two weeks since we last saw each other. His schedule is a bit unpredictable because there are times when he needs to cover his friend's shift if there happens to be a family emergency. So I'm in this great dilemma because I wouldn't want to miss this chance to go out on a date with my boyfriend. Whom I miss very much.But the thing is... urgh. I've promised Luca and his family I'd be joining this Sunday's brunch. His Mom even promised to cook my favorite dish because last week when I went over, I told her how much I missed her cooking. "What is it, Soph?" He asks knowingly, perhaps by the way I've been silent since I picked him up. Today is
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