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We go our separate way till dinner; him back to his man-cave and me chilling on the couch with my fish cracker and cozy throw-blanket. Either he's back with his stand about not wanting to be around me or he's really busy with work, I let him be and decided to order pizza for dinner; we don't really cook on the weekends, the fried rice was just a coincidence to the kids' request.Once the pizza arrives, I immediately call him using the phone because walking to that room at the back, knocking on the door, and actually inviting him in a physical meeting seems too much work. "Yo, bro!" I hit him the moment the line is connected."Hmm." He replies lazily, obviously uninterested. "Pizza's here." It takes a few seconds before he finally says, "I'm not hungry." "So you're still full? From the fried rice?" I giggle, remembering how bad I teased him until he got a hard-on in the middle of eating. "Not hungry." It came out in a flat tone, not wanting to humor me. If I read him correctly, h
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"We need to talk about what happened." He said it as if he's the boss of me. I had five minutes to myself which I believe if not for the pizza and empty beer bottles I left in the living room, he would've come sooner but being a clean freak, I know he took that five minutes to tidy up before coming up here. So yeah, I had five minutes to process what I said to him and how my brain concluded that he is indeed immature. Or perhaps, not ready to be a father. Thank God we do not have a child together or it would be too late for me to back out because history will repeat itself; I'll be left alone to mend the house all by myself while he runs away with excuses like he's not ready to be a Dad. Dean was ready to be a Dad. In fact, he's a great Dad. But his line of work put him away from the house a lot so I had to be both parents for our boys. Call me traumatised but I am definitely not going through the same thing again. I'd get a hysterectomy if I have to, but considering how lack of s
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I'd like to think that I'm actually a nice person. Or at least, someone who isn't bothered much by others because I like being alone so if nobody ticks me the wrong way, I'll just let them do whatever they want, however they want. I'm fine with batting my eyes to the other directions over silly mistakes, just like how I've been with my juniors at work because instead of being mad about it, wasting my time and energy over small matters, I can just correct it so we can both keep the drama aside. If they wish, I can even teach them how to do it the right way instead of being mad because they're still learning. The point here is, I'm actually a pretty nice person. So if I'm rude to you, you probably deserve it! And please, I might like your rough treatment in the bedroom but I despise how rough you treated me when you bluntly rejected my proposal. To hell with your promise or our friendship, there isn't any to save anymore! Instead of ranting about it to my real best friend (read: my
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After taking a long bath, spending some time by myself thinking about what has happened in my life since I signed up to be a sugar baby, I finally come out in a much better mood compared to when I entered the bathroom an hour ago. Luca was sitting on the bed, looking like he is deeply regretting his behaviour earlier which I know, the last thing he would want to do is to poke me in the wrong way so he must've been feeling really guilty. I carefully approach him while only being wrapped in a towel, not wanting to prolong this further even if it's only going to take half a minute to sprint to the walk-in closet and get dressed. "Maybe we don't have to talk about it?" I ask softly once I sit next to him. He is clearly in a dilemma because like me, I too was torn between discussing about it or forget it ever happened. Forget this bad episode ever happened."That topic," I say hesitantly as my eyes turn to the small ultrasound photo he is currently holding, "is something that can wait.
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“You’re really on your period?” He asks disappointedly once he discovered the string of the tampon I’m wearing. “I never lied.”“But I thought you always have your period at the beginning of the month?” “Yep, I’m two weeks late. Perhaps because of the stress from this quarantine. Or the dying that’s happening all over the world.” “So no sex..?”“No sex.” I reply with a smile, finding it humorous to answer such questions, with him behaving like an innocent little boy. “But just now you asked if I wanna do something fun?”I giggle hearing the enquiry, “Fun for me, not sure for you though.”“What do you mean?”I quickly sit up while reaching for his t-shirt that he removed earlier, wanting to wear it since it’s a bit awkward to be topless without doing anything. “Hey,” he tugs on the very same t-shirt, tossing it far away that I can’t believe he did that when he clearly knows I want to wear it. He reads my frustration but grins anyway, “I'm not done with you,” then proceed to pulli
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"And you're only telling me now?!" Abby is screaming on the other line while Luca makes a weird face at me, as if asking what's my problem that I keep on watching him like a hawk. No, more like a creep. That’s why he seems to be quite annoyed -judging from his facial expressions- when I’ve done nothing but creep him out.Him, dressed in nothing but his black brief, is looking so damn hot especially when he’s innocently wiping clean the kitchen top that he used when he was preparing lunch. There’s something sexy about guys doing house chores, I tell you.Especially when he does it using those muscled abs and biceps. I remember how round and juicy his ass looked when he bent down to put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. That toned ass is so distracting I swear he should be sued for owning such peachy asset. I've gotta admit I've been drooling like a pervert over here. The fact that he no longer bothers putting on pants or shirts around the house ever since we're a couple is making it
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"Good morning, Gorgeous," I can feel his warm breath on my right ear but instead of entertaining the man, I groan in protest and change my sleep position to be on the other side, backing him. He promised he'd let me sleep since we had quite a sexcapade last night so go away! Leave me alone! I need my beauty sleep! "I guess only true love's kiss will wake you up?" I was totally caught off-guard when his wet lips attacked mine that I immediately open my eyes, "The fuck, Luc!” I shout at him as I wipe my lips that were disgustingly coated with his saliva. He really has this ability to be annoying every single day without fail, and today he chooses to be one right at this very early morning when I really, reaaaally need to sleep in. He fucking promised me last night! Or to be specific, just a few hours ago. Have I mentioned we had an escapade in the form of sex? My body still aches from the acrobatic moves we did. Never knew I’m quite flexible since all these while I’ve only had boring
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It feels weird to talk to each other through a video call when we're staying at the same place. Well, he's actually in his home office while I'm here at the dining table but you get what I mean- we're at the house with only a few steps away from one another. After working from home for almost a month, this is the first time I'm having an online meeting with him. Okay, not just him because we have the entire team joining this conference call and he hasn't exactly said much since we started half an hour ago (it was just a simple introduction at the beginning of this meeting) but still, I can see his face through the video so it somehow feels weird considering he went down on me merely two hours ago, waking me up with his naughty tongue and misbehaving fingers. This meeting is actually a practice in my company; we'd always organise a follow-up after the presentation of contractors' quarterly performance, to sit down and negotiate the discounts that we would like to have and if the co
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