Chapter 25: Chapter 25

"What would you do if I got pregnant?"

"Are you gonna keep it?"

"What would you do if I haven't decided yet?"

"Well," he changes his sight from my face to the fascinating view from this terrace, "If you want to keep it, I will follow you to wherever you decide to stay. You'd want to finish your degree first so I guess we'll stay at London. Then wherever you get a job, I'll follow you. Or, if you don't wanna work, I'm fine with that too. I have enough money to take care of you two."

"So you'll buy me the house over there?" I point to the darkness towards where his eyes are directed to, "So our kid can just walk over here if she wants to see you?"

"Yeah. I'd want to be with you at every milestone."

I smile, totally satisfied with his answer. Before taking another sip of my Rose, I throw the line he said to me before, "Your turn."

He looks at me again and grins, a mischievous grin, "What would you do if I ask you to be my girlfriend?"

Ahh, now I get where that grin comes from.

"Ask now or later?"

He seems confused with my enquiry so I clarify, "We've only been together for nine weeks, so is it now, at the 9th week, or later? Like, I don't know, the 12th week? Or even later than that. So when?"

"I'd say... the eleventh week."

"Before the contract expires. Okay." I nod as I rake the end of my hair, "Hmmm I'd say... no."

"Why?"

"Like I've told you, I'm moving out after the contract expires. I'd probably want to mingle around-"

"-sleep around."

I chuckle at his intrusion but nod, "Yeah. That too."

"Would you even say yes? Doesn't matter when?"

It's my turn to look at the view in front of us, "I kinda made a vow to myself before I start this little career, that I'll never, under any circumstances, end up with the daddy. I don't want my relationship to start with something called contract. I want that cute love story. You know, guy meets girl, guy proposes, and they live happily ever after." The only thing I left there is fucking loaded guy meets girl, fucking loaded guy proposes, and they live happily ever after.

"So it doesn't have anything to do with me being gay?"

I laugh the moment he says the last word, "No Owen! Of course not! Which by the way, you are obviously not gay anymore. You got hard for me since three weeks ago, on your own!"

He laughs along probably remembering how magical and hilarious that moment was. We argued in the car when he picked me up after work instead of Philip since he had to take an emergency leave that afternoon.

I was furious because I got out of the office building with my colleague, only to see him leaning on his shiny limited edition sports car looking all sexy and attention-grabbing, without even alarming me first it's gonna be him waiting for me, not Philip.

We argued the entire twenty minutes ride and when he stopped the car in front of the house, he grabbed me to his lap right after I unbuckle my seatbelt. We made out and when I grind my pussy on his clothed pants, that's when I found out he's already hard for me.

Magical.

And hilarious when Margo gave that knowing look seeing both of us coming out of the car from the same driver seat.

"Is it my turn now?" I ask once we stop laughing, and he just looks at the view without saying anything.

"What would you do if people find out about the contract?"

"How would people know? Everybody signs an NDA."

I shrug, "Let's just say we don't know how but now people know about it. So what would you do?"

"I'll just... live."

"You just live? What do you mean?"

"So what if people know. Isn't it normal for us to question our sexuality. The only thing abnormal is I choose to do it with a sugar baby. But seriously, even if I do it with someone else, it's still gonna be the same. I'll still treat her with good food, leisure her with stuffs, it's still the same."

So I don't matter? I'm just a girl he happens to experiment with?

"I sell pots and pans for a living. Will people boycott my products knowing I swing both ways? Or that I hire a sugar baby instead of going the conventional way? Honestly, do you dig about the owner of the company that you buy this wine glass from? Or this couch? Or this nail polish you're wearing? No right? So it doesn't matter. I'm nobody anyways."

"Okay, Mr Universe." I roll my eyes at his lengthy explanation, which he chuckles at the name I call him.

"Guess we've finished our five questions?"

"I guess."

"Ready for our nakey night?" He stands up after collecting his empty glass, then holds out his other hand to take my wine glass.

"If we have sex tonight-"

"-again," he interrupts, making me erupts in laughter, "Yeah again, well," I stop, just to watch him taps one foot portraying a sassy act, "I'm trying to pose self control over here."

"For what?"

"I think we have sex too much." Remember my concerns before signing the contract? Afraid that I'd be too busy I won't have time or the capacity to entertain him during the weekdays?

Well that's bullshit.

Because every night after dinner, or sometimes before dinner, okay fine even during dinner, we'd get on it though later at the end of the night we do separately go to each other's room.

And if the weekdays are already spent that way, can you think how much of a rabbit we are on the weekends?

"And that's...bad?"

"No, not really. But you know, when you eat junk food too much then you start to think about your body, about the future if you're gonna catch cancer because of the MSG, Coloring, whatever acid in there-"

His laugh kills my overthinking. He puts down the glasses back to the table in front of us and places his knees next to each side of my body, caging me, "I'm not a junk food. This is organic."

I giggle when he takes my hand to touch his hard on, "I guarantee there is no coloring or all those chemical stuffs, you even eat it raw so this, is very healthy for you."

I've already laugh in the not Exclusive Estelle way, "Shut up Owen," wiping my tears away.

He leans in with a grin, "Okay," then kisses me when I'm still laughing. Though he manages to shut me up too a second later.

"There is no such thing as too much sex," he tells me while our lips are still touching, "and I promise I won't give you cancer, or any diseases."

"Hmm." I'm well aware I'm smiling now. My heart beats fast, and my tummy flutters, gosh have I really fallen for him?

"Unless you want me to."

"Hm?"

"I can cure your period pain too." What that has got to do with our conversation now?

And yeah, I guess that's stuck in his head since I yelled at him -definitely not on purpose- last week when I asked him to leave me alone instead of trying to make me feel better.

Like seriously, I'm curling on the bed trying to psyche myself it's not painful at all eventhough I feel like my pussy is at war with the ovaries, and there he was bringing stuffs into my room as if ice cream and pizza can cure period pain. Who the fucking hell has time to eat when they're in excruciating pain?

"For nine months at least." And that's when I hit his chest, pushing him away from me as I laugh out loud, "Shut up Owen!"

"You're the one who said gay dads are hot. I'd like to be one too."

"Haha you should stop talking now. I'm not having your baby. Yours, or anyone's. Nooo-"

"You're a baby yourself, of course." He pecks me on the forehead then takes the glasses again, "Meet you inside, Baby Precious."

I roll my eyes but laugh anyway, he definitely has his way to always make me annoyed with the cringy nicknames.

And make me smile sheepishly at random times for remembering how Precious rolls out on his tongue, either in sexual or non sexual situations. Gosh I think I like this guy too much.

Three weeks and I shall be on the right track again.