BETWEEN Soph and Abs

Chapter 2

"Sophie, how's the operation last weekend? It was on Saturday right?" My Team Leader asks, leaning on my table when I was so focused scrolling my i********: feed. Damn, why did he always managed to catch me red handed! And as usual, he makes no remarks on that. But I swear, he really waits until I'm playing on my phone then he'll come and ask stuffs. 

"Err no. I mean yeah. It's actually on Sunday at 1am. The operation starts at midnigh.  We have our first point at 1am. So it's technically Sunday. Everything's good. Smooth." I continue on my report of what happened during the operation 5 days ago. 

I would write it all here but I doubt you'll be interested. 

When people ask about my job, I try my best to explain what I do but even those who are in the same oil and gas industry, they get confused and bored and super uninterested within 5 minutes so I don't bother elaborating more on my job description. Let's just say I analyse the oil and gas that's buried deep in the earth okay? In short, a Petrophysicist. 

"Alright. Have a good weekend, Sophie." He smiles and leaves to the next cubicle, preying for updates from my other team members. 

I check my watch on the desktop, it's 20 minutes to 5pm. Normally on Fridays, I always go home at 5pm sharp. 

After 4 days of rushing home to get the boys from school, make dinner, make sure they shower instead of playing with water, put them on bed, I really need my own time this weekend. I still haven't paid off the sleep that I missed last weekend due to the midnight operation. 

Monday to Friday, the boys are with me. Friday evening to Sunday evening, they're with Dean and Chloe. And little Isaac. The boys love their little half-brother. They dread everytime Dean drops them off on Sunday evenings. 

"But mommy, I promised Isaac I'll tell him about  Chase tonight." Chase, from Paw Patrol. Yeah sure, I doubt the 10 months old boy would like to hear about it much. 

"Oh Daddy, I forgot to build Dinasour Lego for Isaac!" When he can't persuade me, he does that to his father. 

"Isaac, do you miss me already? Aww, I mish you too baby boy." Both of them hug Isaac again while Chloe laughs, totally enjoying the show. 

Dean and I got divorced 4 years ago. I asked for it. He tried to get back together with me until 2 years ago, out of nowhere, he told me he's getting married with our classmate Chloe. 

Chloe and I are always close, we've been close since our university days. To be honest, I'm relieved Dean ends up with Chloe. She's the best stepmother my boys could ever have.  I'm truly happy for Dean and Chloe. 

I only need 10 minutes to wrap up things before I go home so I have another 10 minutes to play around. Aaaaand here I am, back to my i********: feed. 

That's when the screen lights up with the name Collin Cupcake comes up. 

Oh God. It's Veronica. Why is she calling? Did she find me a match already? Really? It's only been a week! How come it's so fast? I thought she said it can take up to 2 weeks? Am I really an interesting person that a daddy wants me the moment he sees me? Am I really that pretty? Cute? Adorable? 

Of course I am. All above. 

"Hello," I greet Veronica in a calm voice despite my excitement. 

"May I know if this is Miss Grey?" See, they are so professional she even makes sure it's me despite it's my number she's dialling. Talking about discrepencies. 

"Yes this is Abigail Grey speaking," I toned down my voice, trying hard not to catch my colleague's attention on this act. This pretense. 

"Miss Grey, we have a good news. We've found a match for you. Are you free tomorrow afternoon?" I'm planning to go home, watch Netflix till morning then sleep till dinner but sure, I'll reschedule my date with my bed and pillow. 

"Yeah I'm free tomorrow afternoon."

"I'll email you the details of the location and time. You'll meet him there."

"Errr," I hesitate a bit before voicing my concern, "What if it didn't work out? If I don't want to proceed with him? Or if I want to?"

"If everything is okay, I'll set up another meeting so you can sign the contract. If it doesn't work, don't worry I'll find you another one. But it will take some time since your age preference is on the low side of our pool of client." What do you mean low-side-of-client-pool whatsoever? 

30-35 years old is totally the normal age to be a daddy. Right? Do you expect me to tick the 35-40 years old box? Or 40-45? Don't even think about going to the next age range! I'm nineteen for God's sake! I've already stretched it to 16 years older than my age! 

Erm, my pretend age.

"So I'll send the email after this. Hope this is the match you're looking for, Miss Grey." I doubt it but sure, I'll play along. I bet this one is one chubby, tall guy. 

Tall because I put that one comment on the 'others' column: height 6ft and above. 

I married a 5ft 5 guy with a 5inch pencil c0ck. If I were to gain something from this stupid act of mine, it's gonna be me having a tall guy with big fat longgg c0ck to satisfy me! I've had enough of 5 years marriage with barely-there-orgasm and 4 years of no-s*x-at-all. 

I can't wait for the email.