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"What do you mean you guys are not together anymore?" Stupid Luca is being his stupid self by making a scene at his Mom's birthday celebration. I can’t believe he had to do that right here when we’re all in this happy mood, can’t he keep it for at least one day? Or until the party is finished? Urgh, such a party pooper. Just like last year, the birthday celebration is held at a seven star hotel. But this time around, the invitation extends to only family and close friends, considering Covid-19 is still out there. "Things don't work out, I guess.”"But you guys seems fine.” Claire is truly confused, she looks at her son waiting for explanation before turning to me, wanting to understand it. If I were her, I too won't get it. Because like she said, there’s nothing different with how we were last week during the brunch and how we are today at the party.Luca and I arrived in matching yellow outfit since yellow is the color theme of the party. Both of us have been talking, eating, and
Salty Sugar Baby 103
It's been a month since the boys are here. A month since I've heard of Luca. The first two weeks after our final goodbye was the worst period of my life. Okay, maybe it wasn't the worst because the days were great- I had my kids with me, spending quality time with them making me forget of a certain someone who's been my source of entertainment for the past five months. What's worst was the nights; they were the worst I've ever experienced. Right after the boys went to bed, I buried myself under the blanket. I couldn't get out of it doesn't matter how Abby tried to cheer me up or lure me out, because all I wanted to do after a long day with them, putting a happy front by neglecting my own feelings, after all of those, come night I really wanted to digest those very same feelings even if it's all heartache and pure sadness. I wanted to come to terms with them because I knew I had to process everything in order to let go and move on. I moped around like a teenager who's had her hea
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"I need to find Lizzie." I tell myself while turning to the hall, repeating the same thing over and over so I won't forget it. I need to find Lizzie so she can bring me home. Maybe he's right. Maybe I've gotten drunk. Afterall, he's always right. Like when he said we should stay together instead of go on separate path. If I listen to him, I wouldn't have been so miserable and-"Come with me, Soph." The stubborn man grabs my wrist but this time he is no longer angry. Instead, his voice has softened as if he is whispering, somewhat coaxing me into submission. Though I heard each word clearly and noticed they were uttered sternly, there's no room for refusal."No," I hastily take my hand, then quickly put them across my chest in a protective manner, "I won't have you take advantage on me!" I will only go with Lizzie instead of a predator! Who knew what he'd do to me since I'm clearly wasted. He doesn't seem offended at all with my accusation but actually scoffs at it, mocking me, "Don'
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The first thirty-two years of my life, I've never had a taste of alcohol. Pretty sure you get what I mean; not the cooking type of alcohol but the drinking one, normally paired with the meals or taken when adults are hanging out. Or should I say, the only poison you need after a long, stressful day? Luca trained me pretty well into knowing my alcohol tolerance, he said the socialites don't get drunk in public so he taught me my limit the way his Dad did with him. Of course I'm not a socialite but it's important since I'm new in this drinking world so I have to know what my body is capable of to say no to another glass, keeping me safe in case I need to rely to myself to get home. He always reminded me, doesn't matter where I am, how late it is, or how bad our relationship is at that particular moment, I can always call him to ask if he can get me home. He promised he would not judge or say anything, preferred to have me home safely and would never bring up about what happened. That
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I still don't know what is he apologising for when he suddenly gets up from the kneeling, stretching himself to his full height as he looks at me intimidatingly. As if that’s not enough, he lets out a warning in a no-nonsense manner, “You are never drinking again."I’m stunned to hear how stern he is after what he said back then. What happened to never judging me when it comes to drinking? What happened to his ultimate motive which is at the end of everything, as long as I’m safely home, nothing else matters? "One more time you pull this kind of stunt, I'm going to report you to Social Service." Ehh? Social Service? Okay… what am I missing here? In what way Social Service has anything to do with me being drunk? “You lose my baby, I'll make you lose your babies too.”I blink like an idiot, trying to digest his words while battling with this throbbing headache. Stupid hangover, I wish this is just a dream so I can get an aspirin or something once I’m awake, if I indeed have a hangov
Salty Sugar Baby 107
I remember precisely how we reconciled after four months hiatus since the sugar baby contract ended; he brought me home once I finished the long hour operation, served me a steak sandwich, let me take a shower in the ensuite bathroom, followed by a nap on his bed. I’ve done all those in the exact same order (the only difference is I went drinking instead of working), currently I’m in the walk-in closet picking out an outfit to go to the said appointment. And yes, I’m having this idea that perhaps we will reconcile by the same way. Which I’m okay with it since I’m not sure myself how long would I need to approach him first so I’ve decided I’ll go along with this plan. He hasn’t resurfaced since he left an hour ago so I still don’t know the details of our outing but knowing today is a Saturday, it won’t be a meeting with his family; Sunday is the day the Sinclair’s gather around.I can just go downstairs and ask him but I figured I’d put on something first before doing that, afterall
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"Sophie Summers."I jerk at the sound of my name being shouted by a woman, most probably coming from the front desk we passed by before sitting here at the waiting area. Quickly standing up, I turn to the man beside me for a hint on what's going on, why my name was being called when this visit has nothing to do with me. But before I managed to get a response, my name is once again being summoned but in a normal tone, "Sophie Summers?"I turn to the voice only to realise it came from a nurse. Thoroughly confused as my sight catches this petite lady standing just a few feet away from me, dressed in a nurse uniform, I return her smile anyway as she asks again in a friendly manner, "Are you Miss Summers?" "Yes..?" The smile goes wider as she nods to herself, satisfied with her accomplishment to be able to find me, "Would you come with me?" I am still puzzled when she has already gestured her right hand towards a room located at the end of the hall. Gulping hard, I will myself to foll
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"She really is?" Contrary to how it sounded in my ear or in this brain of mine, that he was both fascinated and surprised (yes, surprised eventhough he must have guessed it hence our presence here in my gynae's office), when I turn my head to look at him he doesn't seem that shocked though. Instead, I spot a half smile curved on that beautiful face. "Yes." I shake my head hearing Allie's firm answer, objecting the professional's statement. I'm fully aware that she has been a certified gynaecologist for more than a decade but I know my own body. I know I'm not pregnant. How on earth am I pregnant when I'm on my period right at this moment? Is this some kind of a joke? Did my result got switched with someone else's? "Did you see the note?" I ask in urgency, "I told a nurse about the, uhh, isn't there supposed to be a note?" She picks up a yellow sticky note and raises it for me to look at it clearly, "You mean this one?""Uhh yeah?" I'm not sure if that's the same note the nurse sc
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