Addicted After Marriage: Marrying My Abstinent Boss Novels & Stories

I never wanted the idea of building my own company to foster a negative sense of pride. I simply wanted a break from being the perfect son and workaholic boss, wanting to be a man with a stripper sitting on his lap, making him feel all the feels, driving him crazy, and even proposing to him. “Do it, then. Marry me,” her words caught me off guard, and my heart skipped a beat as I tried to process them. I was drunk, I knew that, but I was sober enough to comprehend the word 'marry.' I didn’t know her well, but with the way she kept grinding against me, her scent, her voice, and her intoxicating lips, I doubted I’d ever forget her.

The plan was that they would get married as soon as they had enough money to feel comfortable. Three months after Jim moved in he lost his job; he had been an alcoholic and had fallen off the wagon. He didn't look very hard for a new job and the small savings they had built up started to disappear. His drinking got worse; he abused her when drunk and their sex life became more like multiple rapes.

Looking at her as she stands before me I can tell that she is a wild one but she just needs to Give me three months and she will have all the freedom she needs. l am lost in my train of thought until the priest nudges me. I snap back to reality but I don’t show that I was lost for a second . “Well, Do you?” “I do” Leah’s POV: Intoxication, power, lust, and money are all I can see as I stand at the altar. I woke up this morning expecting an old dude with no teeth and just the thought of it made my skin crawl. Alas! It was the sex god I met at my workplace My Boss's Boss's Boss. I am getting married to the hottest man I’ve ever seen. When he mentioned that it was loveless I wasn’t so bothered

“You can’t, or you won’t? I mean we are going to be married for christ’s sake.” “You are welcome to take care of your needs elsewhere. I am only getting married to you because I am being forced. You don’t have to pretend like you are going to stay faithful to me. I know what kind of man you are, and I know you don’t want this marriage either,” I say, freeing myself from his grip, and removing myself from his lap. “You know what kind of man I am huh? I am not the one that was fucking my boss on the side, so what kind of women does that make you?” he says nastily, making me turn back around to face him.

"Ah, so you are the new Mrs. Maddox.” “Lucky me,” I raised the glass in a bitter toast. “Living the fucking dream.” He took a sip of his drink, nodded at Tommy, then turned back to me with an expression I couldn’t read. “Marriage not what you expected?” And just like that, the words spilled out uncontrollably, fueled by the whiskey. I hadn't intended to share, but the alcohol had loosened my tongue. “I knew I was marrying into a mess, you know. But I wasn’t expecting a junkie with a god complex and a rotating door of plastic bimbos.”

Robert, my childhood crush and husband who I was in a contract marriage with returned that night drunk and overjoyed, the reason being the advertising company landed a huge advertising deal with one of the biggest luxury establishments in the city. I knew he was drunk. I knew he wasn’t in control of his actions. I shouldn’t have let that night happen. But I have loved him dearly for a very long time and was unable to resist him. I was willing to do anything for his satisfaction and happiness. For a long time, I have craved to have such intimate moments with him. Since we got married two and half years ago, that was the most intimate he’s been with me, so I lost myself in that thought. Lost m

When it was time to leave work, everyone in the secretarial department left one by one, but only Katherine was still working hard. Anne Marie walked through Katherine's desk, patted gently her shoulder, and comforted her, "Dear Katherine, happy overtime." Katherine looked at Anne with pitiful eyes, "Anne, you've been working here for three years. Boss is often cruel to everyone like this?” Anne leaned into Katherine's ear and whispered, "Our boss is a workaholic. You also saw him sleeping in the office without coming home. Only you in our department were asked to work overtime, proofing that our boss favors you the most."

She turned and stormed out of his office to hers. She walked to her desk and sat on the chair. She knew she was the one who told him not to involve their relationship at work. But he was overdoing it. She breathed in and out, trying to calm herself. She turned on her computer and started working on the documents she had left since three days ago. She sighed and turned off the computer, not finding work interesting. She walked to the water dispenser and took a glass of water. She gulped the water in one go and tapped her finger repeatedly on the glass. She was the one who gave the instructions and also the one who couldn’t keep up with the rules. She didn’t know why, but Vincenzo’s work attit

And that was when it hit me. I had just forcefully proposed to my ex-boyfriend’s boss. The man whom Ethan said practically owned half the city. The CEO of the very company Ethan worked for. Kill. Me. Now. Ethan’s face paled. "Sir, I—" "Is there a problem, Ethan?" the man—my unintentional fiancé—asked, his voice deceptively calm. Ethan swallowed hard. "No, sir. I just… Lena, can we talk?" I folded my arms. "Oh? Now you want to talk?"

I'd fallen for her way before I actually realised it. Since we got married, I never had sex or looked at another woman the same. I went to a few clubs to try and forget about her but I fucking couldn't. From the moment we got married, I knew I wouldn't have sex. That was just off the table for me. I may be a killer but I'm not a fucking cheater. I wanted her then. I needed her. I still do only now, I've had a taste and I'm fucking addicted. She got me to stop smoking without telling me to. She fucking changed me and it might be for the better or it might not. I have no fucking idea yet.