Christian sends me home around midnight. We agree to go out again next Sunday since he's leaving tomorrow afternoon to attend a conference in Vegas for one week. [ Lemme know if you aren't so lucky tonight. ]I only notice Luca's text message after I've showered and worn my pyjamas. It was sent two hours ago, most probably when I was chatting with Christian at the bar hence not realising the incoming text. Too lazy to type my reply, I hit the last number on my speed dial while getting comfortable on the bed, covering myself from neck to toe with the duvet. "You're still up?" I ask him the moment the line is connected. It's almost 2, he should be sleeping now considering his bedtime is at 12. Wait. I totally forgot the possibility of him shagging his sugar baby. It's Saturday night afterall, and he has a history of fucking his way into Saturday and Sunday by burying himself deep into-"Yeah, about to shower. You just got home?" Bingo, I was right. He just finished his 'workout' se

We change into our formal wear and ready to leave for the Gala by 7.30. Luca puts on a tux complete with a bow tie that I played around for a good half an hour by putting it on my hair as if it's a hair accessory, tucked it between my breasts down to my cleavage, and placed it above my lips pretending it's a moustache; a demonstration to show my frustration when I've set my heart since last night to wear this navy blue dress I've been keeping for a special occasion only to find out the man has purchased a totally new gown just for this event, to match him. Did you get all that? To fucking match him. It was this gorgeous black bare-back dress that I have a feeling it costs more than the navy blue dress I wanted to wear but I still protested just because I'm difficult like that. "Come zip me up." I order him in a stern tone, still wouldn't budge from my stand that I'm my own person, I deserve to pick my own dress eventhough both of them came from him, purchased using his money. "Y

Have you ever had that feeling, the one that you know someone is watching you even when you can't see them? In my case, I was just waking up. My eyes were still tightly shut but my mind has started to power up my body, alerting myself that 'hey, it's morning, you've gotta wake up bitch. You have a brunch to go to.'But being me, who'd snooze a couple of times before finally waking up, gladly jeopardising my job, my career, my future just for the extra sixteen minutes of sleep, I've decided to go back to the dream land since today is a holiday.I always trust my instincts, and right now I can feel someone is watching me. So instead of going back to sleep, I open my eyes only to be startled by this view of a gorgeous half-naked man lying a few inches away from me with this evil smirk pasted on his face. That pair of hazel eyes are still focusing on me eventhough I'm wide awake now, and at that moment I wonder how long has he been staring at me, perhaps taking note on my every embarra

I've always thought they're 'rich' rich but to join this kind of wedding, my jaw drops to witness such a beautiful, extravagant setting only the very-rich can afford since it's also being held at one of the luxurious hotels in New York. "Tell me," I whisper to him as we sit on the chairs that are prepared for the guests, the ceremony will start shortly, "How rich are you guys? Are you a millionaire yourself?" I've never asked him about his wealth, but I have to at this point of time, because it's ridiculous how elegant everyone is, carrying themselves like royalty. They don’t wear luxury brands like the rich people I’ve met at the parties I went with Luc, the guests here seems to have their own tailor to customise the outfit they’re donning. That’s another level of wealthy in my book. I mean, why would you buy a ready-wear if you can make one fitted to your body? "Everybody here has a trust fund with at least six zeroes in it." I gasp, "Including you?" "Our grandparents make sur

I still go to the club with his cousins despite the tantrum; I'm not gonna cancel my plan just because he's mad about me going alone. I fucking asked him outside the ballroom to which he childishly unfriended me so FINE, be it that way. Go sulk at your fancy penthouse on your own while I enjoy my time with the adults. Though after two hours of a good time, I go to the man-child's place since I left my stuff there, including my newly purchased handbag; there is no way I'm leaving my eleven thousand precious bag which is also the first (and probably the last) Birkin I own. He was still sulking the moment I reached there. To think that I had to ask a favor from Dean if he could take the kids one more night just to accompany Luca to the reception dinner, urgh! This is so frustrating. I should've known my boys are my priority, not a friend who's no longer a friend."What are you doing..?" I ask him once I open the door of his home office that's fully equipped with the latest gaming gadge