All Chapters of My Professor Is My Husband : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"How is she?” I asked for the umpteenth time, after hours of pacing on the a hospital corridor. I didn't care to check the name of the hospital when we drove in. I needed the closest and the first guard to rush to my aid had gone straight, following the hospital sign of a snake around a stick.“ She's awake and fine,” the doctor spoke carefully, eyes searching mine, possibly matching my face against some celebrity she has met somewhere on some occasion. I get that all the time. Most people suffer a concussion the second they meet me in person, and every attempt to piece my identity together begins with naming every other male celebrity I practically know nothing about.I sighed, beating off the annoyance at the inopportuned timing. “ I don't have the patience right now,” I complained inwardly, with my gaze sharpening on her.“ No concussion, so you don't have to worry.” She cleared the air hastily, misplacing it for the reason why I'm probably looking grumpy right now.“ Thanks…”“ U

Stepping out on the porch of a grand looking duplex, painted brown, we were met by a lovely looking lady. “ Honey, meet Mrs. Copeland. Head of internal security, Devinsky Royale.”He bows lightly to her, " Mrs. Copeland...my wife."My brows arch. I blink away the surprise and made a courteous bow.“ Nice to meet you, Mrs. Copeland.” I extended my hand and she politely took it, lips tilted in a heartwarming smile which melted in her eyes, glimmering a memorable brown.Inside, we meet a speechless Steven standing by a heap of folders. “ How dutiful. Working from home.” I commented.He forced a smile. “ It's my job, Mrs. Devinsky.” He replied, his eyes intermittently drifting off to Aaron's face, with a noticeable flicker in his gaze.I chuckled dryly, stifling a laugh. “ Mrs. Devinsky? Honestly?” I said, taking off my gloves. “ No offense, Mr. Copeland, I came over to check on you because it is becoming apparent that you do not remember whom Mr. Devinsky is married to.”He tilts his he

( Aaron)Heart thrumming in my ears, I pulled Vicky aside. “ I can't find my wife. Vicky, I can't find her.”She taps me assuringly on the shoulder. “ She might just be hiding and too shy to show up, or it could be that she is doing a lady's business.”I shake off her hand, worries speeding up my heartbeat, and spreading through my chest. “ It's not that. Not really. She left in search of the bathroom earlier and insisted on going alone. It's been half an hour already and there's no sign of her.”Her brows furrowed instantly. She snapped her fingers and a few of the men on guard hurried up, and surrounded us. “ Let me handle this,” she says and withdraws with them.Disconcerted, I motioned at the head of my guard. “ Do me a little favour, will you? My wife has an unnatural tendency of going missing at the most inopportune moments. I'm dying here. Find her.”He gives me a nod. “ Sure, I was worried that might happen, so I put a tracker on her.”On other days, I would be beyond annoyed

I knew it was wrong to touch her, to feel her skin against mine. To breath on her neck and spike her arousal. But I did it. Not because I went hard. But she had made me feel something I never imagined I owed her. Guilt.I slide the car seat, hands over my head. Our scene together filmed itself again, replaying in my mind. I shut out her moans. She had come so fast like she had been starved. Her response to my touch was explosive, making my heart twitch in pride.I shouldn't fell this way, but my heart swells on its own.I wasn't even inside her. Two fingers thrusting deeper and faster with every passing second, she released, collapsing on my body.She's tight. So tight I felt a strong push to penetrate, with her hungry eyes beckoning on me, and her moan inviting me to cross that limit.It strikes me that she's this way even after having a baby.For a moment, I felt my arousal stretch and throb against the length of my fly, before dissolving back into position.I stir on the seat, s

(Aaron)I was expecting her question, I didn't think I would be required to make a full confession. How do I even begin?Where do I start?On the night I was with Samantha, a random thought had clawed to my mind. For someone who had given birth, she was too tight. So tight, it's unbelievable that she has ever had a baby.It turns out to be true.“ Is it difficult to say? Aaron, are you in love with her now? Is that it?”“ You clearly told me you didn't sleep with her, now I don't know if you lied or not.”“ Nicki—”“ No, don't Nicki me!” She snapped. “ Do you have any idea how it felt watching your display of affection for her, while turning your red eyes on me?”“ How should I believe you didn't make out with her, when she has taken the central stage in your life like the useless Martini you were guarding with your life back there?”“ Unbelievably dramatic! You're jealous of a drink now?”She says it like it's not just a drink and means something more. “ Listen, Nicki. It's not what