Scrape what I said about me hating socialising, because spending the entire afternoon with his family (now I know everybody who's in that room is actually his family) is pretty amazing. I had a great time! They served this amazing lunch buffet (or brunch; that's what his cousins told me what it was supposed to be) and my ears were both at their maximum capacity to eavesdrop such juicy gossips be it about Mr Sinclair himself, or those whom I have no idea who they are but the stories were all top notch. Mr Sinclair might earn his dollars by himself but he sure comes from a family who has lots of it, what seems like old-money by how humble everyone had been which by a glance on their appearance, we all know how expensive every article of their clothing is. We went home around 2 when I started complaining I was feeling a bit tired. No, wait, I didn't complain I was tired but he asked a bunch of questions that at the end of it, he concluded 'that's it, you're tired, let's go home'. He

"I'm gonna sleep now." I announce loudly when he was still with his laptop, reading some kind of document. It's already 11, but he's still working. No wonder he opts for a sugar baby service; he doesn't have the time to entertain girlfriends or wives or kids. I bet the only commitment he has is the Sunday brunch with his family. "It's too bright. Can't you continue tomorrow?" I purposely complain when he hasn't said anything since the past two hours when we had that little fight at the kitchen. Normally once in a while, he would comment on the tv show I was watching, taking a break from work. After a light discussion (or more like a bickering) about the show, he would go back to his laptop, continue working. But today, nope. He's been so quiet I feel like I'm watching alone tonight. There's even a few times I commented to myself but in a loud volume that's meant to lure him into a conversation but nope. Nothing. So I switch off the tv and put my head on the pillow. "Just turn to

If this happened two months ago, or if we're still speaking and behaving like two months ago, the moment I find his hands cupping both of my girls as he cuddles me from the back, I would've let this slide. In fact, I would bring those hands closer and cup myself further with our hands entwined together. Because, I've done that hundreds of times whenever we cuddled when I was still his sugar baby. But today, to find us in this compromising position with his hands attached to my chest, the moment I register what happened, I slap his hands off me while screaming "What the fuck!" out of panic.He stirs as a sign he's waking up but he doesn't actually do anything, his body is still close to mine, eyes remained shut. "Get off me!" I shout again, pushing his half naked body to his side of the bed. He had the nerve to hug me, both hands cupping my breasts, with morning erection parked between my ass, and now innocently rubbing his eyes? As if nothing is happening? "You do that again, I'l

"I just got the news from our Engineers," Noah, the representative from our service company announces once he enters the conference room, "They've decided to do at least three wiper trips before we run MDT.""Seriously?" My fellow Petrophysicist sighs loudly, "They JUST decided on this?" The way he openly shows his frustration in front of the entire team as well as our contractor is perhaps a little bit unprofessional, especially the high pitch voice and the condescending tone he was using but I'm sure everybody understands his situation. His wife just gave birth two weeks ago but here he is, stuck in this meeting room for hours only to be informed the operation will be further delayed. "It's okay," I quickly interject before he lets out more unprofessional remarks, "At least we know the hole will be clean prior logging. That will lessen the risks of tool being held up like the previous section. Anyway, three wiper trips can take a few hours, most probably we will start logging at n

"Suit yourself." He mutters under his breath, resigning from the attempt of getting me into his place and closes the door after spending ten whole minutes waiting for me. I am not ready for this.For four months, I've self loathed myself; I slept with a stranger, accepted money for sex, lied to him pretending to be someone I'm not, and terminated two pregnancies. If I go back in, everything I've worked for to be at peace with what I've done will crumble. It will be back to square one, minus the money, or the sex. And the memories, to remember each one of them, that would be the worst of all.Doesn't matter how I fight it, what he did when we were together, when I was still Abigail Grey, before all the lies and secrets were unveiled, everything he was and every little thing he did is perhaps the quality I wish for a man. The idea of him and the relationship we had when everything was good, my head seems to think that that is the perfect kind if I somehow decide to dive into the datin