All Chapters of DON'T BEG ME NOW, MR. ARMSTRONG : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

My husband always had a thing for his secretaries. Some men liked older women, some men had no control of who they slept with, some liked them short, some tall, but my husband... my husband liked his secretaries. And he changed them like ragdolls whenever he was done with them. With the first two women, I thought his affairs were mistakes... Just an urge he had those two moments. But the third time, I found out it was a pattern. "You should be grateful I only cheat with my secretaries." That was what he'd said to me when I caught him in his office. You'd think I'd have left after that, or the fourth or fifth one, but I hadn't. I loved him too much to leave, and I thought that if I loved him hard enough, my love was going to make him change... Maybe he was even going to go back to his past, loving self. It got to a point, I learned to ignore. I even started deleting the pictures of his affairs that an anonymous account always sent to me. As long as he came back to me at the

~~Brandon~~I never attended events with partners.That rule was there for a reason, and has never been bent. Not for convenience, not for appearances, not for pressure. It kept expectations low and helped me avoid the whole female drama. You take one to an important gathering, and suddenly, you guys become inevitable. I would've known, I'd learned the hard—and uncomfortable—way. Plus, people speculated less when you gave them nothing to work with.Which was why I knew something was wrong the moment my grandfather summoned me privately.Victor poured two glasses of whiskey and handed me one.“You’ll escort her tomorrow,” he said as soon as I met him in his home office.He'd sprung up the information on me minutes ago, and he expected me to be fine with it so easily. Meanwhile, he knew my golden rule. Luckily, I knew how to let only the emotions I wanted to show on my face. As much as it annoyed me, it wasn't Joan's fault my grandad felt entitled enough to think he could control my a