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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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Three of his cousins came down with fever so there's only four of us left, we decided to take a rain check and maybe go clubbing next week when everybody's feeling better. To be honest, I'm also feeling alarmed with the Covid-19 cases reported in Asia, particularly China when they've already started the lockdown two months ago. Apparently Trump is feeling very confident that it won't reach here hence New Yorkers are still roaming around, business as usual as if we're living in a different planet where Covid will never be able to attack us. We spent Friday night clubbing at home; Luca blasted some hip songs, changed the setting of his house's light to make it dim as if we're in a club, and surprised me with his bartending skills by making different types of cocktails (yes of course he made that cock-tails jokes!). We drank and danced until it's late, we ended up sleeping at the living room because it was too difficult to climb the stairs with the whole swaying happening in our head.
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It's real, and it's approaching us. Two days ago the first death from Covid-19 was reported. The first one in New York! And yesterday, the first Covid-19 case was registered. Luca and I had another late night though it wasn't clubbing but just Marvel movie marathon with ice cream and chips. I wanted to eat my favorite fish cracker but every time I eat it Luca would always make this face, as if he couldn't take the smell. He must be the one in a million people in the world to have what they call a dog-nose, to be able to smell it when other people in my life has been fine with it. Anyway, I had potato chips. Because I love my bestie so much I'm willing to sacrifice my love towards my favorite snack. I figured that's the least I could do since I'm not gonna join the brunch. Yes, I've finally told him about the date hence not being able to go to the brunch. He sulked a bit but he didn't say much, I also called his Mom to apologise and promised I'll be there the following week with all
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"Christian?" I answer the call right after putting it on loudspeaker, "Are you at the lobby already? I'm almost done, can you wait like five minutes? I just need to-""Soph," he cuts me before I managed to finish my explanation. I'm currently trying my best to zip my dress (yes, the Dior dress that is fresh from the boutique, I have confirmed it with Luca my ex sugar daddy who is still funding my wardrobe) hence the loudspeaker. I would've asked the man himself to help me but he is too busy shampooing his hair in the shower. He actually shoo-ed me when I entered a minute ago, shouting, “Get out, Soph! I’m naked now!” When I complained it’s not like I’ve never seen tiny Luca and big Luca without clothes, he shouted again in annoyance, “I’m shampooing my hair! Get out!” I really don’t understand why he’s so irritated every time I get in the bathroom when he shampoos his hair. That man is weird, I’m lucky Christian is easier to read. "Yeah?" I have a bad feeling by the way he called
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"No, you should go." "I'm not gonna leave you alone here.""But you have to go, Claire has cooked all the food you requested last week." It's true, we dropped a stack of order to her Mom when we had brunch with the entire family, though I've cancelled mine yesterday through the phone call thanks to this never-gonna-happen date. "Well everybody else can eat Claire's food, you on the other hand doesn't deserve to be left alone after being dumped by an asshole. Such a jerk to not even have the decency to do it face to face. What is he, sixteen? The fuck." He starts complaining with curse words flying out of his mouth, while I continue tearing the way I had been since the past thirty minutes. "You should go." I say it again after he's done letting his anger out. "I'm gonna stay in with my princess.""I'm not a princess.""My queen then.""Your mother should be your queen.""Fine, my panda. I'm gonna stay here with my panda." He tightens his hug before dropping a kiss on my head, "But
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I hate Luca’s magical hands sometimes, how efficient he has always been at stroking my hair, somewhat lulling me to sleep that now when I’ve finally woken up, suddenly it's already 10pm.I take a few minutes to gather myself, staring at nothing while my brain cells begin to connect with each other, allowing me to remember what has happened today. Being dumped by your crush turned sugar daddy turned boyfriend is already heart-breaking, but the news that you won’t be able to see your kids for God knows how long is beyond devastating. If it’s up to me, I would’ve booked the flight ticket just to be with them, even if it means I have to sleep at a hotel for months. But Dean’s right, what good would it do to our children if I end up getting Covid before I actually managed to see them. What’s worse is if I die from that virus, without even meeting them because Covid patients who die would be sent for burial immediately without the family members being permitted to see them for the last ti
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The Governor declared Disaster Emergency in the State of New York a week later, finally joining the rest of the world to quarantine ourselves in an effort to fight Corona Virus. My company has sent out the Work From Home (WFH) notice to the employees, announcing we would all begin WFH until further notice, subject to current situation and official direction from the government. I would cry every time I over-think about the possibility of Emergency not being lifted for months, feeling overwhelmed without the boys by my side. Thanks to Technology, we managed to video-call every single day, lessening the worries that's bottling in me. It's been two weeks since the quarantine, three since I last met my kids. Schools have all been closed, restaurants are only opened for delivery, and I'm bored as fuck working from home with limited human interaction. The Covid-19 cases has been increasing rapidly, there is no sign they are going to lift the Emergency anytime soon. "Fee, I thought you'
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Week three of quarantine, I’ve run out of ideas on what to cook for lunch and dinner. It’s even more discouraging when Luca barely eats so I tend to cook simple meals for lunch since he would normally skip it, and going fancier for dinner because he’s obligated to sit down and eat his food with me at the dining table. After preparing two plates of spaghetti and meatballs, I walk to Luca's home-office to call him for dinner. He has been working since morning, I swear he doesn’t even go out to pee. We normally eat dinner around 7 but today I have been so busy with work, I only started cooking around 8.30. Never mind, due to my nature of being a Mom to two hungry, impatient growing boys, I managed to whip out dinner in just twenty minutes. "What the fuck?!" I quickly turn myself facing the door instead of towards Luca who is sitting on his work-chair with his junk out of the pants. I was this close to announcing dinner the moment I opened the door only to find him religiously strokin
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