All Chapters of The Temporary Husband: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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I WON'T BITE

Dinner was curry.It had been a lot, Janelle playing with her food, Serene scolding her, Genevieve trying to get everyone’s attention again by crying. Quite frankly I was frozen the whole time, Ivan skillfully handled Genevieve, while their mother fought Janelle bravely and won.I think I won’t see curry the same way ever again. I’m not looking forward to breakfast tomorrow.“Did Freddy say when he was going to come collect them?”I sigh.My brother looked like he was mourning the loss of his office more than he mourned his marriage. “Did Serene mention when she would be leaving?”“Where would she go?”I let my head fall back, the soapy water rubbing against my fingers, this is the most dishes I have ever done in my life. We were only five people in this house, how did the mountain of dirty dishes even come about?? “Her family? I don’t know. Why do I have to suffer for the fact that Freddy cannot keep it in his pants??” Speaking of keeping it in his pants..Glancing at Ivan, I re

BEHIND ME

I’m saved. Eyes heavy from lack of sleep, but it doesn’t matter.Since, ultimately sometime during the night, I didn’t roll over–you can’t accidentally roll over in your sleep if you were never asleep in the first place. First night was a success.“He just.. slept next to you?” Court sounds like she cannot believe her ears, and a mix of awe, and maybe it’s me projecting, but she sounds offended. “He doesn’t snore, he sleeps like a baby.” I inform her,“Oh my god, you creep! You watched him sleep?!”“There isn’t much to do in the middle of the night.”“You didn’t draw? Use headphones and have a movie marathon??”I pause, taken aback by her questions. “I mean I could have done that, however, I did draw.”“You drew him.” she deadpans, her sighs filtering through the speakers of my phone. Pausing, hand on my toothbrush, I peer into the room, the mould of him under the covers is still asleep. He isn’t listening to any of our conversations.Phew.Still, I turn on the taps for added ins

ALL I WANT IS YOUR WAIST

His thumb strokes the sides of my waist.Breathing through my mouth, pretending it isn’t driving me near insane what he is doing. He’s been at this since we finished breakfast. “Stop, the kids could walk in.” I chastise, I mean to be stern but it comes out a breathy moan instead. He ignores me, hands on the both sides of my waist from behind, holding me in place while his thumbs send me into psychosis. “Your waist is amazing.” the bathrobe is gone, I’m done to my pyjamas, he pried off the robe himself. “Ivan!” I hiss, hands against the sink, it’s all I can do instead of just bending over for him.He responds by taking a step closer to me, pressing into me from behind, his chest is hard against my back, and… oh my god. Oh my.He’s hard.Pressing against my butt. He lets out a low moan directly in my ears, I shiver.Bucking against him, the weight of his hardness, the feel, it’s right there. I’m not me when I start humping against him, rolling my hips around so that he is rubbing

NO TALKING WHILE EATING

“The 99th Round is so far one of the best works you’ve put out so far, I am putting all of my faith in it.” Gregory’s excited voice fills the room. We’ve worked together since ‘Neo human’ my first number one, was number one for weeks. And he’s always excited by what I’ve put out, but this time it’s different. His background is his room, I’ve seen it countless times. The walls are covered in posters from my comics, a large shelf containing different books, but the top of is left for mine, all of them limited edition hard covers, all signed. He’s more a fan than an agent sometimes.“Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself?” I ask feeling more than a little self conscious. Despite his history of accurately fore telling the success of my comics, I like to ground myself in facts. The fans are humans, humans change, and if their tastes are no longer my style– “No. I’m positive about this.” he affirms,“Your world building has always been top notch, story telling, best seller, and your drawi

ON HIS LEGS

“Uncle Izzy! Uncle Izzy!!”Janelle’s cute voice cuts through my reverie, effectively shutting my mouth. As discreetly as I can, I wipe the corner of my mouth, sure enough, I drooled. “Look what we got!” She pulls at the legs of my pants, forcing me to look at the super sized doll in her arms. “Whoa, that thing is huge.”Ivan laughs, bending to appreciate the doll the way she would have preferred, saving her from mine, which by the way is not what she wants, it’s obvious it’s huge. “What else did you get?”“Not much, it’s a miracle we were able to get this one.” Serene sighs, plopping down on the sofa with a sleeping Genevieve in her arms. She looks exhausted under all her make up. Janelle says she’s going to play with her new doll, like she knew the adults were going to have a conversation. “Are you okay?” Hesitantly asking doesn’t make it hurt any less.She gives me a weak, sad smile.“Everyone seemed to recognize me you know, they were pointing and whispering.”That sounds exa

SLIPPERY KISSES AND NO ESCAPE

The kiss is slippery,Mouth sliding against mouth, fingers tugging the roots of his hair. Beneath my ass he keeps growing. I have no issues against it. “Hm.” he moans, hands sliding up and down my sides.I want to take my shirt off, I want to be naked for him. Not here. Not if Janelle could walk out and find us.Ivan’s hands disappear up my shirt, rough hand running up and down my chest. I let out a small whimper when his hand grazes my nipple. “Fuck.” he mutters,Again, I am dry humping him.God.It’s like there’s something under my skin and this is the only way to get it out. “Inside,” he murmurs, picking me up effortlessly, and without breaking the kiss, Ivan walks into our room, the sound of the clicking into place behind him. When we pull away, I’m a mess.I don’t even let him ask me to, I start taking my clothes off myself. His eyes are glued to every movement, as if in some sort of a trance. It gives me a rush to know that he is watching me. “You’re so fucking sexy.” Iva

SUCK IT, FUCK IT

His hand squeezes my ass once. “Mm.” I whimper, hanging on to his arm.His breathing is shallow, eyes falling on my mouth, he kisses me hard, hands working. I can’t breathe.He kisses me even harder, hands squeezing my ass cheeks hard.Tongue sweeping into my mouth, he groans, the sound rushing down my throat, and he sweeps it back up with his tongue. My fingers dig into his arms just to steady me.I’ve never been kissed so.. hard, so fucking desperately. Ivan rubs his hardness on me.Groaning into my mouth, pushing us even closer together. When we pull apart, I am panting, head spinning, lips tinging, knees weak. I have to hold on to him for dear life.That was intense.He spins me around, pulling down my draws, and I whimper at the cold air slapping my skin. It’s nothing compared to what he has in store for me. “Shit, Izzy, what are you doing to me??” he mutters, hands palming the bare skin of my exposed ass. I bite my lip, but it does nothing for the moans that spill out of

THE PRINCESS AND THE PRICK

There was no sucking. or fucking.I turned to the wall, not ready to face the rejection he was bound to give me.It does something to your ego you know, having someone run out on you in the middle of… well, that. I wasn’t ready to hear it from him.So I force myself to sleep.The next time i open my eyes, I find that he had reconstructed the pillow wall, and despite the weariness that seeped right into my bones, the wall is safe from me. And my husband, well, he isn’t on his side of the bed.But it is clearly slept in. My head is banging from the half gotten sleep, maybe that’s what I would do today, sleep, he won’t be coming back to bed, so I drift back to sleep. “Izzy?”I ignore the voice. It would go away if I ignored it long enough, they always do.“Izzy!” the voice comes again, this time more urgent than the last time.Squeezing my eyes shut, waiting for sleep to drift me along one more time– “Uncle Izzy!”Janelle’s small hands slap my face, shaking me awake.That is impos

IT IS HARD

How many times had I wished in the past that someone would take me out of there? Out of their meeting?? None of this I said out loud of course, this would only cement the ‘Princess’ nickname Freddy started years ago. It caught on among my family, and all I could do was pretend I didn’t hear it, pretend it didn’t hurt. My chest is ballooning with so much relief, so much gratitude towards him. Wordlessly Ivan plucks my car keys from me.“Wait up!” Serene calls from behind us,I turn around to find my sister in-law running towards us, a large, defiant smile on her face, the kids nowhere behind her. “What about Janelle and Genevieve?” I ask,She smiles, “Don’t ask me, I’m about to experience freedom for the first time in my life, don’t be bringing up kids.” I glance behind her, he’s with their father, he won’t hurt them.The three of us tear out of the house.This would be the first time I am leaving the gathering so early. I glance at Ivan, his teeth are grit hard together. He’s sti

YOU LET ME WIN

“Let me get this straight, you want me to teach you how to box, and then you’d let me win.” Ivan says, repeating my words back to me.With my gloved hands, I bump the gloves against each other, nodding. “You’re all caught up. Now, hurry up so I can win this thing.” I say gesturing around us.The gym is mostly empty, I rented it out for as long as we’d use it. Ivan just watched me with drawn brows, maybe he concluded that I was crazy after all. He spares me a chuckle, and the sound feels like it unlocked something in my chest. It’s been how long since I heard that sound? “Do you know the basics?”“Nope. Everything I know, I know from watching you.”He seems stunned to silence by my words, I did just admit that out loud. Does it even mean anything though? He said he put on the show for me while he had that match, it would have been weird if I didn’t watch. “Okay, you would want to keep your arms like this,” he shows me with his own arms, holding the simple stance. I follow him, kee

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