Addicted After Marriage: Marrying My Abstinent Boss の小説・ストーリー

He smiles. “Alex stopp. We can't afford to be seen together.” “It's not like we're kissing.” “I'm an intern.” “And?” “They would think we're something, and it would become workplace gossip that the director is favoring an intern he's fu*king.” His brows raised. “Wow!” “Yes.” “Well I wouldn't want to do that to you,” he inches closer until his face is so close to mine, while my neck folds back at his closeness, “such insults wouldn't suit you. I'd like everyone to know that we are married.”

"I have a condition that allows me to get allergic after human contact... I've not been able to touch anyone since I was eighteen, until the night we fucked" Shit! Why is this man driving me crazy? Why is he used to using such vulgar words? Fucked? "How do you expect me to believe that?" I asked him. "I could touch someone so you would see I'm not lying. But, whenever I'm with you I don't get any reactions. So, please.... Let me use you" he said. My boss is begging to touch me. Is this some sort of drama? The mini angelic version of me appeared by my right hand side and whispered to my ear.

Jaw clenched, I shoved my phone into my pocket—just as a drunken man stumbled into my path. “Hey, pretty lady,” he slurred, whiskey on his breath. He grinned, eyes hazy. “Be my girlfriend for the night?” I barely resisted the urge to recoil. “No, thanks.” I stepped aside. He swayed, still smiling. “Come on, don’t be shy. You’re too beautiful to be alone.” I sighed. I really don’t have time for this. “I’m married,” I said, flashing my wedding ring. His grin widened. “Married women are the best kind.”

I told her about the fear that one day I would no longer be desirable, that he would discard me like all the others when the system or his addictions demanded something new. “I’m head over heels, Mara,” I whispered, tears burning in my eyes. “I love him so much it hurts. But I’m scared. What if marriage is just another contract for him? What if I become another archived name when I can’t give him what he needs anymore? He’s a womanizer. Addicted to women. I don’t know how far I can go with this. I feel trapped.” Mara listened without interrupting, her expression growing more serious with every word. When I finally finished, she reached across the table and squeezed my hand.

By Sunday night, I was sore, covered in marks, and completely addicted. As I prepared to leave, he pulled me close. “This is never going to stop, Ava,” he said. “I don’t care about my marriage anymore. I need you too much.” I kissed him deeply, knowing my life would never be the same. The corporate world was just beginning. And so was our destruction.

“That’s the thrill, baby. The risk. But if you ever tell anyone, I’ll deny everything. I’ll say you seduced me. Who do you think people will believe? The respected businessman or the 20-year-old babysitter?” His words sent ice through my veins. He kissed my forehead and whispered, “Now be a good girl and clean my cock with your mouth before we go again.” I hated myself more than ever… but I still crawled between his legs and took his cum-covered cock into my mouth, tasting both of us. This was only the first night. By the time his wife came back, I would be completely ruined — mentally, emotionally, and physically addicted to a man I could never have. And the worst part?

“Ewwww, asides being an arrogant dickhead he’s also a controlling womanizer “ I said I could hear her begging and screaming for him to make her his as I hurriedly went back into my room. I was hungry but eating was the last thing on my mind. What type of a man did my father marry me off to? Does he know his boss was a womanizer ? He should atleast think of the fact that I was his wife and do his dirty affairs outside these walls I said turning to my side.

But my eyes looked different. Hungrier. Guiltier. This thing between us was growing too fast. His wife was noticing the late nights. People in the office were starting to talk again after Sarah’s outburst. One wrong move and everything could blow up. Yet when I got home that night I still touched myself thinking about him. About his cock inside me. About the way he called me little one when he came. I was addicted. And I had no idea how to make it stop.

"Wait a minute. Is Miss Amanda there too?" "Of course, they had their first visit after getting married three months ago. Isn't it very romantic? Give me your 100$, Dean." "Hey! I didn't ask you to bet, brat." "But, you're happy to hear it, aren't you?" "Yes, also quite surprised. It seems like it's very easy for the boss to violate his own beliefs now. Is this a sign, Zayn?" "Signs of what?" "The boss is starting to like his wife?"