A Married Man 44 Novels & Stories

MARRIED TO MR RIGHT (MMR) * * * #03 He wore his clothes and rushed out to the living room. He sat down to wear his shoes when his wife who was busy reading the papers asked "where are you going all dressed up?" "I'm off to the bank to get a loan for a new business that I'm about to put up?" he said excitedly not noticing the perplexed look on her face "A loan? and how do you intend to pay back? you and I know that there's no such money in this house and you're thinking of getting a loan?" she snapped

“Good enough for me. I was going to invite you to mine anyway.” “Your wife and kids must be hospitable people.” “You trying to find out if I’ve got a wife and kids.” “You sure look like a married man.” “Well come find out yourself by 5 pm this evening. I will cook you dinner.” “Wow. A married man like yourself cooks.” “I see you trying hard to get that information out of me. What about you – are you married?” “It’s complicated.” “You mean you’ve got a complicated marriage?”

I asked. The thought alone made my heart sink. I couldn’t handle that. As messed up as this world is, the idea of him with another woman makes my blood boil. He gently caressed my cheek. “No, I’m married, remember?” His thumb traced along my jaw, tilting my face up toward him. “Stuck to my adorable wife.” His lips curved in that cocky, fond smile of his. “The unmarried Dons do that if they hit thirty-five and they're still single. But me? I’m thirty-five, married… devastatingly handsome and completely off the market.”

he answered. Suddenly, the room is overfilled with the sound of a chuckle as the man in black laughs till he has a year drop in his eye, "oh please, don't make me laugh," the man insists on holding on tightly to his stomach as he tries to calm himself. Red with anger Mark gets up, "If that's all you're here for then you can leave." "She's getting married soon," the man suddenly says. Mark pauses on his track, he's unsure of whatever it was that this man means but he is certain he can feel his teeth on this one.

“Guess I’ve been demoted, no more mansion sex for the side chick. Perks of dating a married man.” I didn’t move, just watched her crouch in front of me, between my spread legs. Like a ritual. “Perks of fucking a married man,” I corrected, my voice low, sharp. “Let’s not romanticize it, I call, you come, If you don’t like it, don’t show.” Her eyes narrowed, but the smirk stayed, she clearly love this game. “You already look like you're drowning in that disaster of a marriage. Should’ve thought twice before marrying a broke, wide eyed little thing. What’s it like living with a leech?”

"Because I found it more interesting to get into this "I spoke with a shrug. "It seems a little more receptive.” "Yes, we are, but don't give too much rope to the men here," he warned, approaching the counter. "Simpathy and flirtation are the same for them.” "Noted "I guaranteed with a smile. So I looked at the man's hands. A golden ring shone just below the dim light. "Are you married?” "I am," he said in a simple tone. “Twenty-two years ago today.”

"I'm here for both. We were… surprised, you see. That he finally chose someone. He was always so particular. And after what happened with Odette…" Her blood ran cold. But she didn't flinch. Instead, she smiled. "Oh, I know all about her. That's old news. I suppose you'll have to try harder if you're here to rattle me." For a second, the man blinked. Then something passed through his eyes, respect, perhaps. "Careful, doamnă," he said softly. "When you marry a wolf, you learn to howl, or you get eaten. Nova stepped closer. "Maybe I've already learned."

" the man orders before facing Cable and swiftly glanced at the lady beside him. Seeing the two together, he couldn't help but wonder how the two ended up meeting each other when clearly the lady looks way younger than their age. "I'm not getting married," Cable said but the next words he said made the blue-eyed man drop his mouth open. "I'm already married." He added casually as if it wasn't such a big deal. The man widens his eye. "What? Seriously? Oh my God! Congratulations man." He smiles and pats cable's shoulder before he smiled at the beautiful girl. "Hi love, this man didn't force you did he?" the man asked looking at Cherry. "No, " Cherry replied shyly. Seeing this, the man immediat

“Women eh? Take my advice, Luca. Never get married." “I wasn't planning to." I drawled, “Look I need a fix. Like right now." Garcia clicked his tongue, "Wrong timing hombre. I don't do that no more.” "What do you mean you don't do that no more?” “I'm a family man now. I've gone clean. Got four ninos looking up to me man." “Four?!" I exclaimed in surprise. Last I remembered, he had just one and he was planning a wedding to his current wife, Marisol. A wedding I'd missed because I had a mission in Argentina. And that was, what? Four years ago?

Camilla Sterling catches her fiancé cheating with his best friend and escapes to a bar, where she spends one reckless night with a mysterious older man. The next morning, she discovers he's Damien Blackwell—her fiancé's father. Before they can bury their secret, footage of them entering a hotel leaks, threatening Damien's billion-dollar deal and Camilla's reputation. His solution? A contract marriage. Now she's living under the same roof as the man she should never have touched, pretending their marriage is fake while fighting an attraction that was never part of the contract.