BETWEEN Soph and Abs

Chapter 14

Be careful of what you wish for. 

Three months ago, I had enough of my boring weekend. Netflix, food, naps, hit REPEAT. 

I was miserable when I was married to Dean. I didn't have time for myself. He'd be away for work for one to two months, sometimes up to 6 months if he had to work abroad. I was lonely, I was tired; I was raising two toddlers on my own. 

After 5 years, I finally call it quit. I want time for myself. I didn't want to be sexually frustrated again. I simply hate being emotionally unstable. So I quitted. I asked for a divorce. 

4 years of having the weekend all to myself except the first weekend of the month, I finally came to this point; I'm bored. While other 32-year-olds are happy with their family, I'm here all alone simply because 4 years ago I wanted some time for myself. Well now I got plenty of it. Be careful of what you wish for. 

So three months ago, when I told Abby how bored I was when she came over to play with the kids, she suggested online dating. 

"No, I'm not gonna be someone's sugar mummy." I said, knowing that I make more than other people make. I don't want to be in a relationship because I'm bored and he's poor. 

"If you're so afraid that people gonna take your money, then go to a reputable online dating service." 

"No, what if they are the clingy type with lots of baggage with them? I want to be loved, not miserable." I seemed to have a lot of excuses, I know. I'm a pain in the ass. 

"Fine, then you be the sugar baby then!"I knew Abby was just joking but it was perfect. 

He'd surely someone who has money.

He'd surely be tired of me quickly since he has money so he can just move on to the next girl. 

I just want some fun with someone without spending my money for it. If I can gain money from this, heck, sign me up for it! 

And that's how I get this soreness between my legs. Be careful of what you wish for. 

I have been standing in front of this breakfast bar for more than 5 minutes. I can't sit, it's too painful. I tried to sit but I immediately got up, the burn is too much. I'd rather stand here eating my breakfast like this. 

When I woke up this morning, he was gone. I'm not sure he's gone gone, or gone upstairs to his room. I blacked out after he came for the fourth time, I seriously wasn't aware what time it was. But I did manage to get up at 1pm today. 

Yes, I'm having my cereal at 1pm. Shut up. 

"Fifie, are you seriously pitch perfect?" I put Abby on speaker while munching my breakfast. 

"Yes I am. I just had a late night that's why I forgot to call you." 

"What did you do? Did you go out with him? Midnight movies?" Yeah, we made a midnight movie. 

"I watched Netflix. I wanna finish Money Heist before you do." I need to put Money Heist on my calendar. Watch it before she finds out. 

"Heyyy you promised we'd watch together!" 

"You ditched me on The Royals!" She laughs heartily as I roll my eyes. 

Abby and I are 13 years apart but we somehow click. Perhaps due to me, not acting my age. Exhibit 1: Sophie-jayjay. 

"Hey I gotta go. See you tonight. Make sure you stay with the boys until I get back!" Just in case Mr Sinclair won't release me at 7pm. 

"Yeah yeah, your welcome!" 

"Love youuu Abs!" I hear the front door being opened.

"Ciao, Senora Sum-mah!" Gulp. I tried my best to end the call before Abby say anything but she managed to do it first. 

I turn to Mr Sinclair as he walks to me, all serious. Sh*t. Did he hear her? Did he hear her call me Senora Sum-mah?