When I got up around 7, he was already missing from the bed. The house was quiet, perhaps he had left for his 8am meeting. I take my time to get ready, and I have to admit I went all 'awww' the moment I saw a navy-blue work dress was laid on the stool in the middle of the walk-in closet; he really prepared it as he mentioned last night. There was even a matching set of panties and bra that I'm battling between smacking his head for being a pervert or hug him because of how thoughtful he was to think up to the inner wear. And yes, there's even a pair of shoes put next to the stool, which I recognise are the ones that Beatrice picked when we went shopping nine months ago. Just to confirm my suspicion, I go to the side of the closet where my clothes used to reside. And behold, all of them are still there, as if I never left. What's up with this man? He really thinks I'll be back? For what? Because there's no way I'm gonna be anybody's sugar baby anymore. I was about to order an Ube

Every time I have a wireline operation that takes up the whole night or more than a day, I'd crash at his place and hang out with him. At first I was reluctant about it but being the boss, he can guess the timing I’ll be done with the operation so he would purposely wait at the office using the excuse of having a heavy workload when magically, all those work was completed in time when I was about to leave the building after the operation. He would drive me to his place, claiming it would be faster for me to have a bath (I stink after not showering for days) and it’s best if I can sleep as soon as possible for the sake of my health. Soon after, after a few times of repeating the same thing, it has become a ritual that he would wait for me every time I have an operation, bring me home once it’s done, and we’d go to the office the next day together. Sometimes, during the weekend when the boys are with Dean and Chloe, he’d pick me up at my place and together we would explore those new

"Pleaseeeee Abby please please please," I can feel his presence behind me when I was begging Abby on the phone, "Pretty pleaseeee?"She sighs heavily, "I really can't, Fee. I already promise Josh I'd spend the weekend with him. Can't you hire someone else?" She has been busy with her final exam since last week so I do understand why she can't cancel on her boyfriend and prefers to spend time with him. But I can't cancel on my future boyfriend either. Veronica just called me about the contract; she needed me to go to Cupcake this Saturday to sign everything. But this weekend is the first weekend of the month so it's my turn to spend time with the boys. I can't switch into other weekend because Dean and Chloe have already made plans with their friends. Most importantly, I refuse to be selfish. I will try my best not to ruin the schedule we've set since we got divorced.I've kept the record clean unless it's because of work (the operations that needed me to stay at the office for days

[ This arrangement is between A.G and C.S for the duration of six months from 7 December to 7 June. 1. AG will be available at the location mentioned in Appendix 1 from 7pm Friday to 7pm Sunday, excluding the first week of each month. 3. USD 1000 will be deposited into AG bank account 3xxx87xx6 every Monday of the week. 4. This arrangement can be terminated at any time by a formal request to Cupcake and the other party, resulting in termination in the following month. 5. If item #4 occurs, money that has been paid to AG will not be refunded. 6. This contract acknowledges the Girlfriend Experience (GFE) requested by C.S. All outings and Communication between the two parties will be paid by C.S, excluding the amount stated in item 3. List of Communication is listed in Appendix 2.7. Should C.S performs the limits stated in Appendix 3, the arrangement will be cancelled with immediate effect. Compensation of USD 500,000 will be given to A.G, provided evidence and reports as per Appen

After dinner, instead of watching Netfl!x with Luca on the bed like we always do on a Friday night if we’re eating at home, I spend my time reviewing the options I have at the walk-in closet, in case I missed out one cute dress. I really want to make a good impression the first time Christian and I go out together. "I thought you're sleeping in there tonight?" He stops typing on his laptop when I climb the bed, getting on my side. I grin at his mockery for spending two hours in the walk-in closet, "Just wanna make sure everything is perfect.""You really like this guy, huh?" He mutters while still gazing at the screen of his laptop, seems like editing a presentation slide. "I do." I get giddy again at the blunt confession. It's true, I'm over the moon at the thought of my date tomorrow with Christian. Dreams do come true, eh?He doesn't say anything else and continues working on the laptop. I grab my phone and tap on the text messages between Christian and I this evening, re-readin