All Chapters of The Temporary Husband: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“I found this, do you want to play with me?” Ivan asks as I come out of my room to replace the empty bottles of water. “Uh, no thanks. Maybe next time.”He exhales.A bottle slips from my hold as I rush back into the room, shutting the door behind me.It’s been a week since he moved in, and my room has been my fortress since then. I can’t risk running into him. Our schedule is routine, and I like routine, it’s safe, it keeps you from making stupid mistakes, such as kissing or thinking of kissing your straight husband. I go out for a run– a remedy for the never ending boners, they get progressively worse unless I run–early in the morning, just as I enter he goes to the residents gym here. I make breakfast, and eat it on the island, the second I hear the beeping of the front door lock, into my room I go, where I work till lunch. He knocks, and I get lunch, returning to my room to eat it, back to work, he knocks for dinner, and I repeat the same thing as lunch. It’s not so bad, li

I’m dead. Nope.I’m alive. For the first time, in all the years I’ve lived, this is the second time I’ve ever been alive. Ivan knows how to fucking kiss.He’s not kissing me, he’s making love to my mouth. Every part of me is alive.It triggers a memory that had been covered deep inside my head. I had kissed him first, he was still against my mouth back at the honeymoon suite. He remained unmoving for the first few seconds, and that was all I could remember. But he had kissed me back.And fuck.Fuck! It is the hottest thing ever. The way he grabbed the back of my neck, deepening the kiss, I swear I saw stars, and we were indoors. Now, the kiss is even better.My fingers grip his shirt even tighter, he pushes between my legs with his knee, forcing them apart, a small moan slips past my lips and he takes it as an invitation to sweep his tongue into my mouth. I cry with pleasure, whimpering.This… this is too much.I don’t think I can survive this… He pulls away slowly, I slide a

“If I have to watch two hot men in hotter shorts go at it with each other, I am definitely going to need popcorn.” Court argues as I drive. “You really need the wings too?” I eye the wings amongst other fast food she grabbed like we were on our way to watch a football game or something. “I’m glad we’re finally on the same page.”I shake my head, slowing down when I have to show the security the code Ivan had sent me to be able to watch his match tonight. They glance at Court, and I explain she’s the second person Ivan should have told them was tagging along. They wave me in, the cheering crowd is already so explosive from out here. “To think that Izzy Valentine willingly stepped foot into this place, Ivan must be a darn good kisser.” She sighs, eyes greedily taking in the whole thing in front of her. Tonight is even more packed, whoever was facing him off has his own crowd, the arena is hot, but the fans must not care about that, the arena is pulsing. My eyes are searching for h

“Good morning, Izzy.”He is out earlier than usual, in time for my morning run. It’s not anywhere close to the time he goes to the gym, but he is dressed. In a tank top that showed off both arms, and ash sweat pants, which lets be for real is designed specifically to take a two to an eight, and a ten like Ivan to an astronomical level hot. “It is a good morning when my eyes are getting blessed like this.”His brows shoot up in surprise, lips trembling as a smile threatens to take over his face. “If I had known that this would the greeting waiting for me each morning, I wouldn’t have missed it.” “You don’t mind do you? A gay man flirting with you.” I blink, we had done a lot of kissing last night, neither of us ready to leave the other. Somehow I found the strength to leave, there’s no need to rush him. It is a big leap after all. “Why? I can just flirt right back.”I exhale with a small relieved laugh.“Good, because I would hate to rush you. Take your time.”Last night, it occur

“Jude Jones and Mackayla Robinson right?” I ask Ivan when we’re finally alone in my room, well, our room till whenever Freddy comes for his family, and if I can help it, that shouldn’t take more than a day or two. Ivan gives me an inquisitive look, brows up, lips pursed and everything. I fluff the pillows on my side, something I had done previously, but it gives me something to do with my hands. “You remember their names, why?”“No reason.” I say, darting my eyes away.He doesn’t press me on the topic, and I plan to tell him that I asked Freddy to help me look into the two people that took off with his project, and were most likely making millions off it daily. Ivan has been through so much at the hands of greedy people, and not once has he shown any sign of greed or entitlement, that kind of virtue after everything… I want to make it easier for him. Freddy said he is on it, but because I can offer little to no trails of them, it would not be easy, and he would give me a feedback