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We went home after saying goodbye to his family. His mom, Claire managed to remind me to join their brunch tomorrow knowing I'm crashing at Luca's tonight. Yes, they know I always crash at his place. No, they don't know we sleep in the same bed. Perhaps due to the fact he has two guest bedrooms downstairs so they don't bother to ask the details."Are you sick, babe?" Luca asks when I just popped the birth control pill into my mouth. I ignore him and drink the water to push the pill down my throat. That 'babe' has been annoying me to death since the past two hours. Back at the Gala, we spent a few minutes chatting with his distant cousin and her plus one. Maybe I'm not hip enough, or Luca's too old to consider using 'babe' as a term of endearment but both of us had the same look every time they use 'babe' with each other. That's how the 'babe' came into our life. It started as a joke when I called him that at the end of my sentence, to mock his cousin and her boyfriend. But then he
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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
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"Hey Luc.""Hmmm?""You know how we're both not a morning person right?""Hmmm.""I've figured out the one reason that can change that.""What is it." He asks boringly after yawning for the umpteenth time, clearly showing how interested he is at my discovery- zero! "Fine, I'm not sharing!" I turn my body facing the other side and that's when he moves closer, placing his head on the same pillow I'm resting mine. "What is it, Soph?" He whispers, his face is merely a few inches away from mine that when he talked, I can smell the minty toothpaste he used earlier before he came to bed, "What can change us into morning person?" "If I've gotta wake up every morning next to Christian, I would be." I grin in the dark, reminiscing our fourth date a few hours ago. We're already in February, and next week is going to be our fifth date which I hope we'll finally cross that bridge and put everything to bed. Like literally TO BED, I'm fine either it's his or mine, let's just get to the third ba
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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
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"Guys, do you want to go to Blue's after this?" Derek asks when Luca and I were scrolling through our Facebook feed, "After partayyy?" After the wedding ceremony in the morning, all of us go home to refresh and by 8pm, we meet again for the reception dinner. Luca and I are seated with his other cray-cray cousins, if we were to compare our table with the others, we've gotta be the most ill-mannered one with our bad table manners. Exhibit one: us two playing our phone during the event. "Do you have access to go in? I'm not gonna stand in the cold wearing this dress." Lena downs her champagne after commenting. "What do you take me for? Of course I have friends to get us in." "Wait. This is the Blue club where Rihanna went last week?" I enquire, suddenly remembering the gossip column I read a few days ago. "Not sure if Rihanna went there last week but you won't be meeting just her, for sure. Come on, Soph. Let's go, live a little."My eyes widen at the thought of meeting celebrities,
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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
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"I'm sorry." He mutters as he distances himself from me. I bite my lips while keeping my head straight, refusing to look at him. My hand itches so bad to give him the slap of the century for assaulting me into four orgasms before finally having the decency to ask if I want him. "Fuck you." I grit my teeth while fixing my panties, then bend down to pick up the bra he discarded earlier.He ruffles his hair, clearly regretting what he did just now. But it's too late. Game over, Luc. There's no way we can go back to the friendship we created months ago. "You are the last person I'd think to ever do this," I hate that my tears are staining my cheek, and how my voice vibrates for how mad I am, "You forced me, when I've told you I didn't want it.""I'm really sorry, Soph...""You, are the worst decision in my whole life." Meeting him for the first time a year ago, what the fuck was in my head when I decided to accept his offer to be his sugar baby? How stupid I'd been to get pregnant twic
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I'm one of those people who plans on what to dream at night. It might sound weird but that's just how I operate; I find closure by controlling the outcomes of what has happened in my life instead of accepting it to be the way it actually had. Last year after Luca and I went on separate ways, every single night, without fail, I would go to bed by fantasising a different ending, not the bitter one we had at the parking lot. I knew Luca and I could never see each other again because for one, I have my own ego after being tossed like a piece of trash like that. And two, he's such a jerk that he wouldn't bat an eye about my struggle to move on because for him, I'm just a sugar baby, someone he'd bed for a few weeks before jumping to the next in line. So the only way I could get my closure, the one I desperately needed to move on, was through my dreams.Every night I would go to the dream land as early as nine, right after putting my kids to bed. On tiring days I would drift off in like
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