"Think I need to start charging you at one point." Luca sighs as I laugh out loud, understanding where he's coming from. That he's somewhat fed up with me and my antics. After sending Christian home, instead of going back to my place, I decided to drive to my ex-bestie's house. The one whom I've been ignoring all week, both his calls and text messages. I wanted to forget everything that happened between us last Sunday and Monday, so one of my effort was to remove him completely out of my life by not even reading those texts. But after Christian got out of my car, I suddenly had this feeling, sort of like a craving, to see him. To see my best friend. Okay fine, that craving is not really a sudden one, because deep down I actually wanted to tell someone about what happened between Christian and I. We all know who that someone is; I needed to tell my best friend who had been listening to me since before I knew Christian Smith. He had been following our progress, and now that I am of
I was about to enter my house when a sound comes from my tote bag, signalling somebody just sent a text message to me. I bet it's Luca, continuing where he left off because I didn't exactly listen to the entire thing. But you know what, your text will face the same fate like the previous ones- ignored! I refuse to read any of them, God knows he had proclaimed his love through text messages and without reading it, I went there. I fucking went there when I could've avoided all these things from happening if I just read them first! Dipping my hand into the bag, I reach out for my phone, curious if it's indeed another sappy speech from my ex-bestie. Yes, we're officially ex besties now. I've told him again and again five days ago but he still chose to cross the boundary so that's that. Though I'm curious to read those texts, including the one I just received. [Christian: See you in two hours, Cherie 😚]I am already boiling from the drama but things have definitely gone south the seco
I'm not ready to see him after his confession two weeks ago. He has been doing sugar babies since the past six years suddenly he thinks he's ready to settle down because he loves spending time with me? That I mingle well with his family and friends? To the point of adoring me when I'm with my kids? Is he out of his mind? No. Don't even start with how I'm always on his mind, and one of the reasons I've been avoiding him is because of that sickening pussy talk. I seriously think he's having an early mid-life crisis. That 36 year old grandpa is probably having problems downstairs that he can't differentiate between fresh pussy and seasoned Sophie-jayjay. Whatever it is, I'm still with my decision. I will continue blocking his number until I can finally process everything and come up with a plan, on how to go forward with our friendship. Which I've gotta admit, I'm tempted to ignore him for the rest of my life. I mean, who needs a toxic friend in your already chaotic life? Having two b
"Are you having second thoughts?" Matt's enquiry makes me chuckle as I save the report I was typing, "Yeah yeah I'm finishing up. Go get Drew first. I'll see you at the meeting room." He is still standing in front of me so I lift my face while rushing to lock my laptop, "Yesss I promise I'll be there. Go! Get Drew! I'll meet you guys there." "Why can't we go get Drew together?" "Why can't you go get Drew alone?" He sighs, "Do I really have to get him? Can't he get himself there on his own?" We have two big bosses at the office; Estelle Evans is the one who's responsible on management while Dr Andrew Lincoln is the person we'd go to when it comes to technical stuff. All of us are aware that Drew (he prefers us calling him that rather than the formal Dr Lincoln) doesn't have a girlfriend despite his sexy British accent. It is not surprising, really, judging from how many hours he spent at work. I think this office is more of a home to him than his own place. Despite being a geni
The next few days is as boring as it had been since the past two weeks; go to work, spend time with the kids, and when they are asleep, I'm all alone on the couch watching Netfl!x. Normally I'd shoot Luca a text if there is anything interesting about the show I'm watching, or if I'm too excited about it I'd just call him rightaway. But now, it feels like I've been robbed the joy of watching Netfl!x just because I no longer have someone to share those things with. Doesn't matter how funny the jokes are, or how devastatingly sad some episodes have been, I would always end up with this heavy feelings in my heart, of how upsetting it is that I'm being reminded I'm all alone again. This is like going backward to the time when I haven't had him in my life, as a friend. Thankfully, I have Christian now. But he can't always be there for me because he has obligations when it comes to his job. Whenever he's on his off-day, we'd have a long conversation over the phone. But on days when he's
I love my parents but there was time when I wondered if they too love me, if they even care about my happiness. Especially Mom when she sort of resented me after Dean told them that I asked for a divorce. They couldn't comprehend why would I throw the life everybody's been wanting (a good husband, two adorable children, comfortable life with stable income) that I suddenly opted to be a single mother rather than be married to the award-winning son-in-law.That's the difference between Mom and I; I choose to talk about the good of people rather than the bad. I shut my mouth the entire duration of our marriage, bottling everything inside without sharing the bad ones that people only saw the ray of sunshine but not the rain and storms. Even my niece who is the closest family member didn't know about it. Simply because I wouldn't want anyone to know that my husband is that kind of person. I want them to see him as the good husband. Mom claimed I was out of my mind, suggested me to go bac
I think Luca is done with me. You got it right; Luca, is done with me. Not the other way round, but in that particular order; Luca Sinclair, is definitely done with me. For the fact I'm not done with him yet! I'm still thinking! He can't be done with me! Not until I've finally decided we're officially done. I unblocked his number two weeks ago. Two fucking weeks but there isn't a single call, not even a text message coming from him! And every time we meet up at the office, he barely looked at me! The only time his eyes were on me was when I presented something then that was it, he'd be looking elsewhere. What the fuck? If it's not for my ego, I would've bombarded his phone with my relentless calls and angry texts. He's lucky I'm not a desperado so he can live his life in peace while right here I'm storming over his lack of effort to restore our friendship. Sure, perhaps he did call and text during the first two weeks when I blocked his number. But I've unblocked him on the third
It was pretty awkward to be caught hugging in the elevator that both of us give the small crowd an apologetic nod before stepping outside, rushing towards the building's exit, trying our best to contain the embarrassment. The moment we pass through that main door, soaking the sunshine in this cold weather, we laugh like two mad persons of how stupid we were to act that way as if we were filming a sappy movie or some kind of soap opera."I saw it!" I point a finger to him while still laughing, "You cried!" He must've thought I didn't notice it but I did. The way his voice trembled when he mentioned all the things we used to do, or that he had to pause in between the examples of how I irked him to death but he misses me nonetheless, I never thought I'd see Luca Sinclair's tears during the daylight. Because I remember it well a few months ago he did cry once but it was in the dark, when we talked about the abortions. "Men cry too," he rolls his eyes as he stops laughing, "So what. I