" Are we done?" " No" I reply immediately looking at my new husband with a glare as I chew the pasta in my mouth, that he so deliciously made. Throughout the night, the guests kept us I'm busy, and I was so busy being the perfect wife that I completely missed my dinner. And where I can go for a day without eating, the baby growing inside me needs to eat. It's not like there was no food at the reception. There was plenty of it. And so many cuisines, some of the cuisines were my favorite. I should have drooled over them and should have pounced on the memo et I saw them. But that very moment my hormones decided to kick in, and even the sight of my favorite food was making me feel as if I want to throw up. And hence though I wanted to couldn't eat anything, except the lava cake. Which by the way is not enough to fulfill the apatite of a pregnant moment. The pregnant woman inside me wanted to throw a tantrum right there, the woman wanted to throw her legs and whine for
Let's just the little feast we had downstairs was not enough for my husband. And there are many reasons for it. But I will cut it down to, two most important. 1. He is as hard as steel. 2. It's our wedding night. So let's just say, my husband, picked me up in his signature way, wrapped my legs around his torso, and up to stairs he kept kissing and nibbling on my nipples. And a hormonal would-be mama is not gonna complain. Because let's be honest, I love every bit of it. The attention he is giving to my body is something I didn't know I wanted but now I know I have been craving it. My heart flutters, as my husband delicately places my body on the bed. Standing to his full height, he got rid of all his cloth as fast as he can. Usually, I like the slow torturous strip tease, but today I am so needy that I just want him to fuck me and use me like the slut he called me a while ago. And I don't have to plead because I and my husband are on the same page on this. "
I was someone who always had complaints in my life. You can tell as much as I liked fighting for dreams, I was also someone who would complain if things didn't go my way. It's not my fault though. All my life since I started understanding things, I have been told that I am not enough and that I need to be better, and that I should be perfect. I hated being told so but was so little to argue about it, hence did as people around me told me and today I regret listening to other people. I wish I could go back in time and tell my younger self that she is perfect, she needs not to work so hard, she needs not to be so hard on herself, that the world is a vicious place and the only way you can survive in this world is by being you. You are the strongest perfection that one can ever achieve. Because in this world where people walk around you with so many faces, you will shine when you have your own and one only. But all of that doesn't matter because now I am also one of thos
I am going to end his doctorate career. I think angrily as I am kicked out of my wife's hospital room. They told me I am stressing her out, how can I stress her out, and if anything I am the one keeping her calm. They just don't understand but they will soon. And like I said I heard my wife scream and before I can count up there, the door to her room is again opened, and there stood he with his head now down and jaws ticked. " Sir, Mrs. Russo is not letting us touch her. Please." She grits the last word put and if I want this worried for my wife I would have smirked at her. That's my woman. I praise my angel as I walk past her inside but before I go I turned and my eyes widen, the hallway is filled with my fitness and family. Now I am the one feeling a little embarrassed as the doctor looks at my family and then at me and narrows her eyes at me. Instead of backing down I shrug and enter to see eyes looking at me angrily."How dare you live me alone!!!" she screamed so l
Iris's POV ------------------ 2 years later. Closing my eyes with headphones, playing Ed Shereen as an escape from my thoughts.Though it's not helping much but still a good distraction. Good duration from the aviation I am feeling because of this long flight. And also because I am an hour late. I should have been in New York. Dr. Iris Russo calms down, you will soon be with them. Dr. It feels so good to call me with the word. It's like my whole life and rebelling have all summed up into the small world. I am an official child psychiatrist now. And believe me, I don't think there was any job than this I would have enjoyed, I feel so great talking to those kids who have no idea of the mental problem they are facing. It feels good that they come to me to talk about their problems. And after becoming one I realized, only big ones are not the ones with problems, these small heads carry a lot of stress and burden and love every second of the job especially when they
Iris's POVClosing my eyes with headphones, playing Ed Shereen as an escape from my thoughts.Though it's not helping much but still a good distraction.So much is going on in my brain, I don't want this plain ride to end sooner. Or I say, I am not too eager to meet my family.'Family ' is a word just for the sake.Because people who are known as my family were never one.If it was not because of my mom, I never would have been on this plane, now.She is the only person who remembers that they have one more member of the family. Otherwise, my dad and my sister are too busy to remember that I still exist.My father always has been business addicted. Everything he does is always calculated on what profit he is making. He is one of the most professional and stern businessmen I had seen. And my mom lying so smoothly, that he invited me to my sister's wedding.I know, she lied to make me happy. But what she doesn't know is that I know my dad better than anyone, he would never put his pride
Alexander's POV "I want the bloody deal James, I don't care what you do, how you do, I just want the results and if you are not capable, then I am wasting my money paying you........okay ...I give you 24 hours, and I want to listen a yes," ordering James I hang up.I fucking hate people who don't take their job seriously. And people should know they can't mess with Alexander Russo. I rubbed my temples all this new work and my wedding with Ava are taking a toll on me.I decided to call it a day and packed my things to leave, I had to drive today myself as Thomas was busy picking up Ava's sister from the airport.I and Ava met 6 months ago at a gala, she is a woman with tastes true vixen. She is handling her father's business who is a millionaire. Ava is practical, sophisticated, sexy, everything a man can ask so it was not a tough decision for me to take when she asked me to get married after 3 months of our dating.We are not in love, and I don't believe in that crap, I wanted a s
Alexander's POV She was lying under me. Her beautiful creamy naked body was on my display. She was panting, looking into my eyes begging for the desires looming in her eyes to be satisfied. Still innocent.I put my legs between her thighs separating them, slowly running my hand from her abdomen making her tingle and shudder."Iris.....my Iris, tell me, baby girl. ...tell me what do you want? "I asked lightly pinching her waste.She arched her back closing her eyes, I slowly moved my hands higher reaching her beautiful melon.I pinched them and leaned putting one in my mouth.The moment my lips touched her buds she whimpered."Alexander...." she moaned, listening to her angelic voice, but my whole body was on fire..." please take me.....I want you," she begged.And as soon as she begged I lost control of myself and trusted hard inside her....."Arghhhhh! !!!!!" Listening to the loud bang broke my wet dream.But what worried me was the voice. It was not familiar, that means that was An