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My phone dings at 7pm sharp; it's a message from Dr Smith. I mean Christian. Uhh, I've gotta get myself used to calling him by his first name, it would be super awkward to the both of us if I go by Doctuuur Smith, reminding us that my sons' paediatrician is now my sugar daddy slash the boyfriend who pays the mom to go out on a date with him. But damnnn, he's definitely on time. [ Hi Sophie. I'm ready if you are 😊 I'm at the lobby now. But you don't have to rush, take your time. I'm fine waiting for you here 😊 ]This morning when Luca asked if I wanted to cook brunch with him, since we woke up pretty late (nobody sets an alarm during the weekends so that's what we did, hence waking up at 11 in the morning) I said no to that because I was too nervous about my date with Christian. I told him I didn't have the appetite so he went downstairs alone while I hopped into the shower. Being the annoying persistent human being he is, he came upstairs with a tray of breakfast spread when I w
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Christian sends me home around midnight. We agree to go out again next Sunday since he's leaving tomorrow afternoon to attend a conference in Vegas for one week. [ Lemme know if you aren't so lucky tonight. ]I only notice Luca's text message after I've showered and worn my pyjamas. It was sent two hours ago, most probably when I was chatting with Christian at the bar hence not realising the incoming text. Too lazy to type my reply, I hit the last number on my speed dial while getting comfortable on the bed, covering myself from neck to toe with the duvet. "You're still up?" I ask him the moment the line is connected. It's almost 2, he should be sleeping now considering his bedtime is at 12. Wait. I totally forgot the possibility of him shagging his sugar baby. It's Saturday night afterall, and he has a history of fucking his way into Saturday and Sunday by burying himself deep into-"Yeah, about to shower. You just got home?" Bingo, I was right. He just finished his 'workout' se
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I feel like smacking Luca on the head the moment I see a girl fixing her ankle strap heels in front of the shoe cabinet. He fucking told me she's not here. Or I quote 'She's leaving at 4. Come over.' Which is why I am here at 5.30, to avoid bumping on her. "Hi," she greets me with a wide smile, one that shows she's one of those friendly girls who're genuine with their expressions. But again, she's here as a sugar baby. She's basically getting paid for being an actress. Who knows Luca is her third or tenth Daddy that perhaps she wasn't so lucky with the previous ones hence she's been acting all these while, so yeah. I'm judging her because I used to be a liar myself. What a hypocrite, eh? With similar build as mine, contrast to my boring assemble of plain white t-shirt and blue jeans, his new baby is wearing a gorgeous red dress that accentuates her curves. Okay, one point for the style. And the friendly greeting? Another point. Alright, I approve you baby girl. But not enough f
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We change into our formal wear and ready to leave for the Gala by 7.30. Luca puts on a tux complete with a bow tie that I played around for a good half an hour by putting it on my hair as if it's a hair accessory, tucked it between my breasts down to my cleavage, and placed it above my lips pretending it's a moustache; a demonstration to show my frustration when I've set my heart since last night to wear this navy blue dress I've been keeping for a special occasion only to find out the man has purchased a totally new gown just for this event, to match him. Did you get all that? To fucking match him. It was this gorgeous black bare-back dress that I have a feeling it costs more than the navy blue dress I wanted to wear but I still protested just because I'm difficult like that. "Come zip me up." I order him in a stern tone, still wouldn't budge from my stand that I'm my own person, I deserve to pick my own dress eventhough both of them came from him, purchased using his money. "Y
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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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