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
"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
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
"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
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
Today is my 6th day at Maison de Verdue. We have somehow established a routine to make our life filled with less fights. In the morning, his alarm clock would wake us up at 6 which he will, without fail, every single day, hit the snooze button and refuse to wake up.Instead, he would go to the middle of the bed, pull me to him, and hug me tight from behind. Yes, he would cuddle me until the next snooze wake him up. "To make sure you're still breathing," was what he said when I complained on the second day he did it. I don't bother to complain now, it will be a total waste of my morning energy. Then exactly eight minutes later when the snooze is up, he would hit another one before shaking my body, harassing me to wake me. Annoyed, but seriously tired of fighting with him in the morning, I would get up and shower. He on the other hand, would continue sleeping, hit more snooze buttons, until I nag at him to fucking wake up or we'll be late for work. "Can you please just pick somethin
"I'm gonna sleep now." I announce loudly when he was still with his laptop, reading some kind of document. It's already 11, but he's still working. No wonder he opts for a sugar baby service; he doesn't have the time to entertain girlfriends or wives or kids. I bet the only commitment he has is the Sunday brunch with his family. "It's too bright. Can't you continue tomorrow?" I purposely complain when he hasn't said anything since the past two hours when we had that little fight at the kitchen. Normally once in a while, he would comment on the tv show I was watching, taking a break from work. After a light discussion (or more like a bickering) about the show, he would go back to his laptop, continue working. But today, nope. He's been so quiet I feel like I'm watching alone tonight. There's even a few times I commented to myself but in a loud volume that's meant to lure him into a conversation but nope. Nothing. So I switch off the tv and put my head on the pillow. "Just turn to
He hasn't said anything about Liam, Cruz, or my divorce. Whatever I told him at the kitchen, well, it's as if nothing happened that I start to doubt myself if I was doing the right thing. If I should've just kept quiet.We spent the night by watching three Marvel movies before settling for bed, barely talked to each other I'm not sure if it's because he was really into the movies or it's still awkward between us. Since the next day is Saturday, I set my alarm at 10am. Normally I don't even have any on weekends but we're having Abby's surprise birthday party today at Mom's. He groans when the alarm blares that I quickly reach out for my phone to hit snooze. As if we've had this routine fixed in our life when in reality, it's only been one week, his hand pulls my frame to him so he can cuddle me and continue sleeping. "I have to get up," I whisper in my hoarse morning voice. He lets out a disapproving noise, tightening his grip that I chuckle and turn around to face the man. Instead