Addicted After Marriage: Marrying My Abstinent Boss Novels & Stories

Only by kissing them could one understand how wonderful they felt. One would become addicted and obsessed with them. However, why did he seem to be the only one addicted to it? Why was he still so easily influenced by her and could even go out of control?

It was very childish, and even as she shouted it, she felt ashamed. But apart from that, she didn't know how to vent her inner anger. Why should he be taken for granted after what happened? Matthew curled his lip, he hadn't smiled since he'd walked in, and he smiled very thinly at this moment. "Serena, we're married." "So what if it's a man and a woman, as long as it's not consensual, it can be criminalized." "You can sue me and see if anyone believes you." They weren't just husband and wife, he was also the boss of Infinity Realm, what kind of woman didn't have what he wanted, had to go and force someone else, and the one being forced was also his wife, saying it out loud probably wouldn't

I'd just irreparably damaged my marriage. Aaden would never forgive me. He was extremely possessive; once he found out what I'd done, he'd be disgusted. Ashamed. Hurt. He'd never touch me again. He'd divorce me and take custody of the kids and-- "Thank you," my boss said gently, completely disrupting my train of thought. "I should have said that before. Thank you, Amber. That was amazing." My eyes shot up. He was looking at me with...admiration? Pride?

He said taking another long puff, a knowing smile broke over his sharp face, recalling the kind of old times his boss was talking about. Although he was the boss, back in the days the two of them had such wild nights with different women under them, anywhere they felt like to. Sometimes they even shared a woman together and made a threesome sex, they sure had a fare share of wild days. "I doubt that being possible for you now boss. Madame wouldn't like it." He said with a mocking tone, he knows his boss better better anybody else and since he got married to the human he stopped joining him to their sex adventures, which was so unlike him. He is a man with a big appetite for sex but since he

Damian must have known that already, but here he was doing something that made me feel self-conscious. In my head, I was willing him to leave. I didn’t want my workmates to see me talking to the boss like we were friends. We are not. Yes, you are not friends because you married the man. His name might not be what was in the marriage certificate, but it was him you got married to that day. It was him you exchanged rings with and kissed thoroughly. My mind argued. I wanted to shut the image down, but I couldn't. The image was stuck in my head.

Speaking of Enrico, I had to terminate our contract and he didn’t like that, but I didn’t care. Abigail wanted me to be a good person. I knew just as much as she did that I wasn’t going to automatically become a good person, but I had to try for her. I really didn’t want to lose her and it seemed like she was already slipping through my fingers. Our relationship over the months hadn’t been the best. We went from casual fucking to fighting to getting her pregnant and getting married because of her pregnancy. Even if I was happy to marry her, it didn’t change the fact that we didn’t marry under normal circumstances. This meant our married life was going to be rocky as fuck. I just didn’t expec

, my inner mind warned me, "Are you not showing off too?, when last did you dress like this, it was true but I couldn't let my mind win, I shut it up, and concentrated on the food we were eating, though Damon and I kept glaring hard at each other, I was mad at him for putting me in such situation, and I know he would he equally hate me, he his wicked, I had head from people so many times. And here I am, getting married in a week to the one I hate, the one who is wicked, the handsome pervert, who has screwed all the female staffs in his office, I was getting married to that guy, I was going to spend the rest of like with a sex addict, the more I thought about this, the more confused I became.

Thus, they must have something delicious to accompany their coffee to stay awake. Mrs. Hudson is such a considerate missus. Therefore, they like her and admire their boss for having such a beautiful wife he hid at home. They could tell that although he kept his marriage a secret, he was faithful to her as they had never heard of any scandal in the past year. He stayed at arm’s length to any women who threw themselves at him. They presumed their boss must love the missus so much that he wanted to keep her for himself by never letting the media have a glimpse of her.

"That day, I got a job offer from my manager, to be a brand ambassador for a cosmetic company. I had no idea it would end up like this. You know, Petra, what my life is like. Since my parents passed away, I've been living alone, struggling to survive in poverty. Getting an easy job with a big paycheck, who would refuse?" Everyone present listened to what Berli was saying, Denzel and his foster mother rubbed her back, trying to support her. "At first, everything was normal, but I was tempted by Renaldi's tempting offer, he asked me to accompany him that night with a payment ten times higher than the brand ambassador job. That night, Renaldi didn't do anything, we didn't have intimate relation

she questioned me instantly. "After the meeting, my investors invited me to go to the bar to unwind. I couldn't say no to them because they are my clients, so, I went with them to the bar. But I swear, I did not drink even one gulp. I also did not touch any girls. They were just the one kept on touching me. But of course, I shooed them away because I am a married man," I explained for the love of God with full honesty on me, and I showed to her my left hand where my ring is to convince her more. "Then, what is this?" she gritted, and showed to me a picture on her phone where I was sitting with a woman, and I was smiling.