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I didn't tell him anything about the pregnancy or the termination of it. I applied leave from work for the entire week to allow myself to take a chill pill and enjoy a moment of solitary. That Monday morning, I drove to the women's clinic after dropping the kids at school. I had an appointment with my gynae to check if I was really pregnant. I even scheduled for an abortion in case I was actually pregnant- that five days leave was to give my body the time to recover. I've thought about it. Long and hard. There is no way I'm going to proceed with the pregnancy on my own. I've had two beautiful boys, I don't need another kid in my life. I remember how exhausted I was taking care of the boys when they were small. Dean left for work a lot so I was all alone, tackling everything on my own. I am 32 now, I'm not going to live like that again. It's time for me to finally enjoy my life. Apparently I enjoyed myself too much that this accident happened. "When did you take your first pill?"
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Time sure flies. Next week would be our final week together. I remember the clause in our contract about continuing this arrangement for another three months if he wishes to. By the look of how our relationship has blossomed, I am one hundred percent sure he would prolong our time together. The chemistry between us is top notch especially the way we understand each other's body. He even laughs at my jokes, very soon becoming Abby 2.0. But from the way he's avoiding my questions, not letting me go upstairs, and still keeping me in the dark about his Sunday outings, I doubt it. Perhaps he will indeed end it as per initial agreement.Do I like him? Yes I do. We click, the way two best friends does. Do I love him? Oh yes, I love how he makes love to me. How he keeps giving me orgasms. I absolutely love it. "Soph, are you ready?" Demi leans on my desk that I quickly stop typing the report and reach for my planner, "Yup. Let's go. I can't wait to finish this." The contract bidding f
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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
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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
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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
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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
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"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
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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
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