All Chapters of Dominant Husband: Her worth: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I didn't refrain from staring at them, although it hurt my heart so much. My stamina was almost crashing, but I tried as hard as possible to remain strong. In fact, my racing heart moved to my forehead. The pang in my body teased me fervently.  "I hope all of these gifts would make you satisfy me in bed. I haven't been with any lady in months," he announced, and that made the bitch giggle. How could anyone feel so comfortable with someone else's husband? He dropped another kiss on her neck, and held her waist tighter. Oh my goodness. This was so gross!  Again, she giggled, tapped his arm, still blushing like the idiot she was. "Stop! Let's go to our hotel room first. You're making me feel shy." He let out a throaty laugh, kissed her on the cheek. "You had better not be shy when we get to bed. I'm craving for…" he moved his eyes from her neck to her tigh, then back to her neck. "I'm c

Nervous, I just sat on the hard metal bench in the jail I was, hoping that something would be done soon. It was past midnight, but Sebastian's mom was around. I didn't know how she got to know I was here, but all I knew was that she was out there with Sebastian, crying.  I stared at the handcuff on my hand. To be honest, it felt so unreal. I wouldn't have ever imagined that I'd be arrested someday. This was so sad. I was starting to doubt if my love for Sebas was an obsession. I didn't want to be obsessed with him. I just wanted love. Just love.  My neck involuntarily flicked to the strong iron bar jail gate, when it sounded. I took a deep breath, more fearful. It was the police opening the gate. I hoped he wasn't planning to take me to court now.  "Mrs. Martinez," the old looking man called. His voice was rough and tired, and that honestly made me anxious. In fact, every damn thing in here, made me nervou

Lauretta chewed hard on her pancake, staring blankly at me.  "What?" My eyebrow rose. She made me confused. "You need something?" She shook her head. "Hm-hm," and slurped her food further.  Well, she always acted crazy, so I didn't expect less. Grabbing my phone, I dialed my mom's number. It rang for a while, and then, she answered it.  "Hello sweetie," she greeted first. Worry was all I could sense in her voice. I was pretty sure she'd have cried when she saw the video where I was fighting that bitch. The video went viral. But thankfully, Sebastian was rich. He ensured that the video was disabled from every part of the social media.  "Hi Mom." I tried as much as possible to ensure I sounded cool and energized.  "Ady darling." Her breath was hard and shaky over the phone. "I need to see you anytime soon. I've missed my daughter so muc

The beam of the sharp sun that passed through the curtain blind, disturbed my sleep. I rolled on the bed, used my hand to try to get something to cover my face, but I couldn't reach anything. The sun kept torturing my eyes, so I was forced to sit up. With sleepy eyes, I yawned, and dragged the blanket to cover my naked chest. Wait. Why was I naked?"Oh my gosh!" I gasped, realizing that I was on Sebastian's bed. I completely forgot about what we did last night. About to get up, my eyes caught Sebastian standing by the couch I always slept on. He was dressed in black suit. He had his back on me, so I couldn't see his face. Seeing him alone, I blushed so much. Indeed, he made my first time memorable. As he had promised, he worshipped my body so much. Every touch made my body react in a strange way. I had enjoyed my night. And I definitely wouldn't ever forget it. 

Staring at the beautiful dishes mom served on the dining table in front of me, my eyes grew wide, my mouth literally watering. I didn't even know when I dropped my elbow on the table, cupped my chin in my palm, a sigh leaving my lips. Mom was indeed the best person in my world. Not just for her food, but for everything. "Oh, mom," I spoke in a low tone, not even knowing how to state my appreciation. I couldn't take my eyes off the super-enticing dishes. The aroma alone could block my breath. On the left side of the small table, there was a bowl of baked bison meatball, together with brisket burnt ends and corn dogs. Some reindeer sausages stood by the right side, just close to a little amount of lobster Mac and cheese. Mom appreciated local American foods, so I expected this. "More coming," she announced. Turning to the direction of her voice, I gaped. She was holding a bowl of pizza soup. And walking to me, she grinned from ear to ear. "Mom!" I whined. "Do you wanna kill me with f