I lied, THISSS is Sophie Summer’s final POV ☺️I’ve got to say the second thing I love to do the most ever since I got married to Luca (yeah I’m sure you can guess what is the first one) is pulling pranks on him.My marriage has been colorful with the mixture of overloaded happiness, pregnancy drama, and kids’ antics so to sprinkle it with wicked pranks on top of the spices-in-the-bed, I am convinced our relationship is at its top peak and continues to grow as we learn more about each other. “I think I am going to change now,” I enter the walk-in closet when he was sitting on the bench, putting his socks on. Today is Sunday and we have that family brunch to go to. I have already reminded the big kids to start getting dressed, made sure my toddler cooperate with the nanny so she can help her into her outfit, and lastly, I have made sure my youngest is already down for a nap because we have learned our lesson when he was a newborn of how horrible it would be if we insist going out wit
"I guess I have all the documents needed. Do you have any concern before we end this meeting?" Yes I do. I do have a lot of concerns. Like, am I an idiot for doing this? Am I an idiot to complete all those procedures but still haven't pulled myself out of this deal? Am I a fucking idiot to want to proceed even after all the red-flag questions I answered just now? Am I? "No." I'm indeed an idiot. No doubt. "Alright. I shall contact you once we've found a match. Thank you for your time, Miss Grey." She collects all the papers on the table, putting them in a white folder before standing up. Leaning down to grab her Birkin on the chair between us, I steal a glance at her full appearance. She really looks like a character from the tv series I'm currently watching on Netfl!x- Veronica. The lady boss who owns a law firm, always dressed impeccably just the way she is right now; pearl-white business suit, Hermes handbag, pointed toe stiletto heels. This professional image is giving me the
I always preach to others, especially my boys, that we should be honest. Lying is a very bad, bad thing. Doesn't matter what happened, remember, be honest. So... uhm, I think I should start with honesty. Why don't we do this again, with honesty? Hm? Hi, I'm Sophie Summers. I'm not Abigail Grey. We just have the same look and height but we are definitely two different people. "How was it?" Abby asks excitedly as I switch on my iPhone 11 Pro. Earlier we changed our phone for the meeting I had with Veronica; I definitely took the game to a whole new level by embracing my character down to the phone."Your phone? Ew, I'm never using yours again. It's so small, so tiny, so-"She glares at me before cutting me off, "Oh shut up! Give me my car keys! And I was asking about the meeting, not my phone! Or your ex’s dick size!” I laugh at the mention of my ex’s size that’s only known to my dear niece when I accidentally over-shared during one of the weekends when we were out drinking followin
"Sophie, how's the operation last weekend? It was on Sunday, right?" I startle at the enquiry my Manager just made. He’s currently standing in front of my workstation with amused look, probably finding it funny to catch me being so focused with my phone, reading a gossip post at my Faceb0ok feed. Damn it, why does he always appear when I'm playing with my phone, catching me red handed. Though as usual, he makes no remarks on that. He's one of those cool bosses in my office. The kind that isn’t bothered by petty stuff, the only thing he cares about is the assignments that he dropped on our lap are all being handled in timely manner, with uncompromised quality. But I swear, he really waits until I'm playing on my phone then he'll come and ask stuff. Like seriously, why can't people come to me when I'm busy doing work? Instead of when I’m leisurely sitting at my workstation, looking like someone who does nothing but play with her phone and chat with her colleagues all day. "No. Uhh, I
...I feel like I'm being ripped off by my niece. She gave me her ancient iPhone 4 while she happily took my iPhone 11 Pro. She took my Porsche Cayenne while I'm stuck with her itchy 20 year old Honda Civic. She joyfully went out with my Chanel Wallet-On-Chain while I'm here carrying her $19.99 (before discount) sling bag. Thank God we don't share the same size because I get a feeling I'm gonna feel pressured to borrow her clothes in order to complete this pretence of being 19 year old Abigail Grey. To be honest, I wasn't sure about meeting this Daddy. It took me 24 hours to finally able to psyche myself into making this decision- I was thisss close to call it off. The first thing I did once I've convinced myself I'm gonna go see him was to call my niece; it's a given since I need her ID in case there would be a verification by Cupcake prior the meeting. Thankfully, she was hella excited with this news, hyping me further into thinking this is the better decision compared to stayi
"Would you like to order the drinks first?" The lady who directed me to the table is still here, now enquiring us. Well, I think she's asking US eventhough her eyes is directed to L.L.S. But I won't blame her, I too would be sucked in if there’s a man this gorgeous in front of me. "I'll have an Americano." Fuck, that's so deep. The voice I mean. Though that made my mind wondered if there's anything else that would make me think it is deep too. She finally turns her head towards me when I was still smitten by his voice, "What about you, Miss?""Oh. Erm. Just water." I have to play the role of a reserved 19 year old that is needing money hence this sugar baby attempt. I can't be me, the intimidating engineer who yells at contractors like it's a hobby. "Would you like to order something else?" She's back to LLS after giving me a simple nod to my water request. "No, that will be all. Thank you." He gives her a smile which she nods and walks away. Oooooh, this is definitely differen
[ This arrangement is between A.G and L.L.S for the duration of three months from March 15th to June 15th.1. A.G will be at the location mentioned in Appendix 1 from 7pm Friday to 7pm Sunday, excluding the first week of each month. 2. USD 5000 will be deposited into A.G bank account 3xxx87xx6 every 10th of the month. 3. This arrangement can be terminated at any time by a formal request to Cupcake and the other party, resulting in termination in the following month. 4. If item 3 occurs, money of the said month will not be refunded. 5. L.L.S will provide a vehicle; Mercedes Benz A-class with plat number LS3, on the duration of this contract. A.G shall return the vehicle before or on June 15th.6. Should L.L.S perform the limits stated in Appendix 2, the arrangement will be cancelled with immediate effect. Compensation of USD 500,000 will be given to A.G, provided evidence and reports as per Appendix 3. 7. Both parties to sign an NDA for this arrangement to commence.8. Should both
It's 6.20pm. I make sure I'm early today. I went home at 1pm sharp, showered (by showered I mean scrubbed every inch of my body, slapped a rich body butter, shampooed and deep-conditioned my hair, shaved at all the places that needed to be shaved), got dressed into the outfit I planned with Abby last night, did my hair, put on make up, perfected my hairdo since the first time felt imperfect (or I was just too nervous I had to pick on something), and finally, drove here with the infamous Honda Civic. Standing at the visitor parking bay of the location mentioned in Appendix 1, I am still deciding if I should go up or drive home. If I should be a sugar baby, or just forget about selling my body but go on the conventional route instead; meet a guy, go on a date, be his girlfriend, then his fiancee, bring him to see my parents, marry him, and only then bed him. I mean sex him. See how rusty I am in this game? You can't blame me, it's been four years since I'm in a relationship with a m