Share
23
Related chapters
Salty Sugar Baby 24
After spending three hours with Emma and Mum, I head back home to shower and change into my usual oversized t-shirt with a pair of leggings. I've been contemplating since yesterday's meeting either to go to Maison de Verdue or just stay at home since I feel too embarrassed that he found out about the lie. But when it's five minutes to 7, I somehow freak out at the realisation that I need to see him instead of hiding myself at home. What if he's waiting for me? So I quickly change into a proper outfit before leaving the house in a hurry. I anticipate the traffic is bad due to the rush hour but I leave anyway with Benji despite the clock already showing 7.15pm. He must be furious I've lied to him for eleven weeks now. Heck, he was so mad when I was forty minutes late during the first meeting, of course he'd slay a dragon knowing the fact he's been played for almost three months. "Mr Sinclair?" I call him when the house is so quiet despite it being 8.20 pm. He isn't home yet? I was
Salty Sugar Baby 25
I was still at his place when he came back at midnight. As expected he threatened to call the security but I knew it was just empty threats. And no matter what he says, until someone from downstairs hauls me out, I've decided to only leave his place at 7 on Sunday, as per agreement. Because I still remember he needs to submit an official statement to Cupcake, if he wishes for me to leave. If I really just do as he asked me to, there's a reason he'll slap me a lawsuit for not fulfilling the contract requirement. For that same reason, I come to Maison de Verdue again the following Friday. This will be our last weekend together. But if I were to be honest, I purposely come here despite his countless warnings last week because I want to torture him with my presence. I want to rile him up for treating me as if I'm worthless, a mere sugar baby he can toss out when he doesn't want one anymore. Besides, I don't have much to do at home. This, is more fun.When we were together, he doesn't
Salty Sugar Baby 26
It's been a month since I left Maison de Verdue. That Sunday afternoon I left in a hurry without packing my stuff I bet he has already hired a maid to throw all of them considering how heated our conversation was. Also, because he'll need that room for his new baby. I gag remembering his sick hobby. Sleeping with teenagers who are twenty years younger than him, what kind of fetish is that? Is he a pedofile? Because he sure sounds like one from the age gap. "You haven't pooped today?" Mikey asks in his usual mocking tone when I was raiding the refrigerator. All of us are at my parent's place today to celebrate their anniversary. "Why do you care?" I close the fridge, mouth munching my favourite fish cracker. "You look bloated." He gives me a judging look."Are you calling me fat?" I snarl at him when Hannah and Jill start to shake their head hearing our bickering. But Abby who's sitting next to them has widened her eyes, gaping at me like a fish in the aquarium. "I'll send you t
Salty Sugar Baby 27
I must be out of my mind.After I confirmed my pregnancy with Dr Freida this afternoon, I drive to Maison de Verdue and park my Porsche at the Visitor Parking. It's Saturday, he should be home now. I use the card I still possess to tap the elevator to level 40. Once arrived, I scan my finger, totally surprised he hasn't removed my access. Perhaps he didn't care about me anymore, not even bothered to think about me or my access to his penthouse. I step inside, approach the shoe cabinet to retrieve a pair of white indoor slippers that is reserved for the guests. Again, I'm surprised at the sight of my pink slippers at the bottom shelf. He's still keeping them? Won't he feel like throwing it out every time he sees it when he opens this cabinet? It's been six weeks. The house is quiet, I doubt if he's home now. Normally he'd be watching tv at this hour, surfing the couch after having a heavy lunch. Heavy lunch after exhausting, wild morning sex. So I go to my old room, wanting to t
Salty Sugar Baby 28
"We don't have to fight all the time, you know." He tucks me back in after putting the empty plate on the bedside table. Two days after the confrontation, he texted me to remind me again about letting him know the date of my abortion procedure. I was still contemplating if I should keep the baby but receiving that message seems like a hint from him that he'd rather I terminate the pregnancy. So I sent him a message before I left the house that morning for my appoinment with Dr Freida. He was already at the clinic the moment I arrived there. The clinic is only ten minutes away from his place, no wonder he got there so fast. But I honestly didn't think he'd read the text since most Saturday mornings we always sleep in from the labor we did on Friday nights. I thought he won't see the text I sent since it was only 8 in the morning.He stayed with me the entire time we did the ultrasound; I was already twelve weeks by then. Again, Dr Freida printed the ultrasound pictures before proc
Salty Sugar Baby 29
His hands were on my body when I open my eyes the next day.Okay maybe that's too generic. Let me try this again. When I open my eyes in the morning, my nose was already digging into his neck while his arms were wrapping my body. We were lying so close to each other I could feel his morning wood resting on my stomach. Though above all, he was still sleeping from the sound of his light snore. That, is what I normally find in the morning of our past. But to have a repeat today, I know deep in my heart this should never happen. It feels wrong doesn't matter there isn't even an ounce of awkwardness between our body. Perhaps my pregnancy hormones haven't subsided but instead of distancing myself from him, I inch closer to the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. Hmmmm, this feels like home. It's comforting. I wish I can stay here forever. Wait. No. That isn't right. Which by the way, what time is it now? I'm not sure when did he finally sleep last night perhaps he watched the whole
Salty Sugar Baby 30
"Why are we dressing up? Where are we going?" I ask him when we are on our way to the elevator. Instead of leaving in twenty minutes, we actually step out of the house forty minutes later. Thanks to yours truly and her need to do the hair and make up. "Are those two of the ten questions?" He holds the door for me as I get myself inside the box. I scoff, "Obviously not.""Then I'm not telling." He looks at me smugly, already standing next to me as the elevator closes its door and brings us to the basement parking. "Fine, I'll know sooner or later." I cross my hands on the chest, turning my eyes forward. I'm wearing the outfit he picked out for me- the cute flowy baby blue dress. And yes, the same sparkly matching set lingerie too. I've gotta say he indeed has good pair of eyes when it comes to styling. I curled my hair and let it loose, then proceed with putting on some light make up. I wanted to do my eyes but he was already shouting from downstairs so I settled with only the bl
Salty Sugar Baby 31
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
Latest chapter
