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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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"You are not aborting my baby again," he drops a hard warning the second we get out of the elevator, heading straight to his car, "I don't care if you don't want her but you're carrying her to term." Both of us didn’t say anything to each other since we left the doctor’s office, most probably still processing the news because who would’ve guessed it’s been three months without us realising there’s a baby brewing in me. He settled the payment, picked up the medicine, then we went to the elevator that brought us to the parking lot. "I'll take her once she's delivered. You don't have to worry about taking care of her, I'll do it. I'll do it on my own." I raise an eyebrow hearing his absurd plan- he wants to take care of a newborn on his own? When he has zero knowledge on this? Where is this confidence coming from? Is it because he’ll be hiring a nanny? On top of his family (his Mom)’s support?But what’s more concerning is, where is this idea coming from? Why is he making this kind of
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If you think your life is bad, you should open your eyes and look around. Pretty sure there will be at least one person who has it worse than you. I'm not that close with Liz because she works at another location before being transferred at the main office here just a few months ago but from the look of it, she doesn't seem to have the best luck. I'm a few years younger than her but I'm already a senior executive while she's still a junior, I don't know what happened but she started her career quite late hence the lower position. I still don't get it till this day (which I believe I'm not the only person in the office to have this thought) why our boss who is such a nice and understanding person all these while, suddenly becomes an asshole when it comes to dealing with her. Drew is the boss whom everyone would agree what an angel he is because he wouldn't hesitate to help us be it on technical or personal matters. But when it’s Liz, oh my God, he's the definition of devil-in-disgui
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I've always loved winter, simply because it’s a low maintenance season for us ladies. Shaving our legs? Hello, we have tights for that. And those knee-high boots are perfect to ensure our growing hair aren’t making their appearance to the world in case the black tights aren’t concealing them enough. Bad hair day? Too lazy to wash your oily scalp? Don’t fret, just throw a winter cap over your head!Bikini body? Nah, layering is the way to go! Hide your widening figure under that thick coat, put on a scarf to cover your belly fat, aaaand you’re good to go!"You’ve missed three lunches. What’s going on with you, Fee?" Mom nags at me the moment she sees me walk into the kitchen. There isn’t any hugs, not even a hello, she straightaway attacks me with that question. "I've been busy with work." I answer her while watching my two children run towards their grandmother, hugging her that she instantly forgets about her rebellious daughter. To be honest, I was too heartbroken to deal with
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When I first came to Maison de Verdue last year, on the day I reported duty as a sugar baby, I had to give the security guard my license for registration and verification. But on the following visits, I didn’t have to do it simply because the car he gave me was already in the list along with a sticker pasted on the front windscreen that would instantly grant me access into the building. After I returned him the car, and I started coming here as a friend with my own car, despite my plat number being on his list of approved visitors, I complained about the hassle of having to hand out my licence to the security guard for verification. He immediately got me a sticker that eased my visits because I then was able to go in and out of the building without having to roll down my driver’s window all the time. Fast forward to the first day I drove here three weeks ago after our official separation, I was surprised despite seeing it coming; my car plat number had been removed from the list of
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I remain at the same spot for some time until I'm absolutely sure he's not coming back. For all the visits I’ve done this past three weeks, it never crossed my mind that one day I would meet him this way. I never thought he’d step foot at this visitor parking space because all his designated parking spots are at another floor, there’s no reason for him to be here so it puzzles me greatly, why was he here then? Did he… know I am here tonight? If not, why did he stand in front of my car that is parked at this corner which is quite far from the entrance to the elevator? It can’t be a coincidence that he was picking up a visitor, he could’ve just waited by the door instead of going all the way to the right, towards the end where my visitor parking was assigned. Trying to calm myself with this disturbing hypothesis, I take a deep breath and decide to stay here for a few more minutes. I need to get rid of this overwhelm feelings, it’s too dangerous to drive home when I can’t seem to focu
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