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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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"I wouldn't do it with you, even if you beg me."My eyes widen hearing his statement. I was about to watch my show where I left it off earlier, thinking he has already gone downstairs perhaps to continue working since he brought along his laptop, only to be hit with that statement after he stormed back inside the bedroom with such serious facial expression. "I've told you we're never gonna have sex again. That was my promise, I will not jeopardise our friendship for a one-hour pleasure. It's not worth it."Okay soldier, you may lose this serious-ness. You're kinda freaking me out when I was just joking with that enquiry (fine, I wasn't joking but he thought I was. So.). And... urgh I hate how hot he looked with the entire demanding attitude but appearing shirtless, the sweatpants hanging on his hips is dangerously low revealing half the v-shape down to the-"Soph. Are you listening?"I quickly bring my eyes up to his face instead of wondering what's beneath the sweatpants where the
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I know what I did should be flagged 'irrational', especially after all the drama of rejecting him, to the point of breaking our precious friendship, only to go down on him a few weeks later. The only two things I should be feeling right now are regret and embarrassment. But I'm clearly not in my right mind, because I feel none of those. Instead, the images of how beautiful he has been all this while keep appearing, of how he's being effortlessly attractive with his adorable attitude, looking delicious to the point of being good enough to eat, and that morning when I finally got to eat him, it's like a dream come true so no, I don't feel those things. I don't have even one bit of regret or embarrassment. He clearly has a different idea because he hides himself the entire afternoon, only coming out of his man-cave when I’m on my daily dose of Liam and Cruz. But once I finish video-calling them, he runs off to his home office. To be honest, I don't even plan to approach him. I though
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Warning: spicy content 🌶***I swear all I wanted to do tonight is to sleep. I desperately need the deep sleep after being mentally exhausted thinking about us since seven nights ago, though I’m somewhat grateful to finally shift my mind into something else than my kids and the ex boyfriend slash sugar daddy. Luca hasn’t moved since the past few minutes, at times I feel like he even stopped breathing. My face is very close to his chest, I can hear how fast his heart is beating yet there is no obvious signs whatsoever that he hasn’t slept. “You're hard." I can practically feel him poking my stomach. Despite me voicing it out with our close distance so he clearly heard every word coming out of my mouth, he still pretends to sleep. Eyes shut, arms dead around me. It was funny a few minutes ago but now it just makes me uncomfortable. This is not the first time he gets hard when we’re cuddling. But we always play it cool by joking around. Sometimes we’d talk more, or if we’re dead t
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When I open my eyes, it's already bright. I freak out realising it could be 2pm, I can't miss my daily call with the kids because their bedtime is in an hour since they're five hours ahead. Instead of taking my time like I usually do when I wake up, I ditch the entire scrolling-through-the-social-media routine to immediately getting up only to wince in pain realising the discomfort on my ass and in between my legs. All those dick slapping and hand smacks really take a toll on my body. Curious to see the actual thing, I quickly remove the blanket to which I'm indeed surprised to see bruises everywhere on my body, including the thighs and wrists. That's when everything hits; where's Luca?I jump on the floor, wanting to look for him as well as to find my phone since I'm not sure what time it is now. But again, I scream in pain the moment my feet land on the floor; even a slight movement ignites the agony.Damn it. Why did you have to do me so rough last night? Can't you fuck me the wa
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We go our separate way till dinner; him back to his man-cave and me chilling on the couch with my fish cracker and cozy throw-blanket. Either he's back with his stand about not wanting to be around me or he's really busy with work, I let him be and decided to order pizza for dinner; we don't really cook on the weekends, the fried rice was just a coincidence to the kids' request.Once the pizza arrives, I immediately call him using the phone because walking to that room at the back, knocking on the door, and actually inviting him in a physical meeting seems too much work. "Yo, bro!" I hit him the moment the line is connected."Hmm." He replies lazily, obviously uninterested. "Pizza's here." It takes a few seconds before he finally says, "I'm not hungry." "So you're still full? From the fried rice?" I giggle, remembering how bad I teased him until he got a hard-on in the middle of eating. "Not hungry." It came out in a flat tone, not wanting to humor me. If I read him correctly, h
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"We need to talk about what happened." He said it as if he's the boss of me. I had five minutes to myself which I believe if not for the pizza and empty beer bottles I left in the living room, he would've come sooner but being a clean freak, I know he took that five minutes to tidy up before coming up here. So yeah, I had five minutes to process what I said to him and how my brain concluded that he is indeed immature. Or perhaps, not ready to be a father. Thank God we do not have a child together or it would be too late for me to back out because history will repeat itself; I'll be left alone to mend the house all by myself while he runs away with excuses like he's not ready to be a Dad. Dean was ready to be a Dad. In fact, he's a great Dad. But his line of work put him away from the house a lot so I had to be both parents for our boys. Call me traumatised but I am definitely not going through the same thing again. I'd get a hysterectomy if I have to, but considering how lack of s
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I'd like to think that I'm actually a nice person. Or at least, someone who isn't bothered much by others because I like being alone so if nobody ticks me the wrong way, I'll just let them do whatever they want, however they want. I'm fine with batting my eyes to the other directions over silly mistakes, just like how I've been with my juniors at work because instead of being mad about it, wasting my time and energy over small matters, I can just correct it so we can both keep the drama aside. If they wish, I can even teach them how to do it the right way instead of being mad because they're still learning. The point here is, I'm actually a pretty nice person. So if I'm rude to you, you probably deserve it! And please, I might like your rough treatment in the bedroom but I despise how rough you treated me when you bluntly rejected my proposal. To hell with your promise or our friendship, there isn't any to save anymore! Instead of ranting about it to my real best friend (read: my
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