Romans & histoires Addicted After Marriage: Marrying My Abstinent Boss

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for more than five minutes.” I don’t say anything. What was there to say? I’ve been distracted these past couple of days, and it’s all because of Ava. She is on my fucking mind every second of every day. Damn it. I was married to the woman for almost a decade, and she has never had this effect on me. Now I’m addicted to her like and addict’s favorite drug. She’s embedded so deeply inside me that I couldn’t fish her out even if I wanted. I wouldn’t even do it. She is mine, and there is no fucking way I’m leaving her.

I let the passion take over and I fucking enjoyed it. I enjoyed every bit of it, the night I met him and the night of the gala. His touch was like a drug that I craved for but knew I shouldn't and couldn't have. Just his presence sends my body into overdrive and my pussy throbbing. He had an effect on me that scared me because I wanted it so badly, I want him so badly. 9 But I'm married. Married to a man who loves me and who I love, just maybe not in love with him.

Like a glue, you glued to him like a super glue and refused to give up even when boss wanted you gone from his life and did everything he could to make sure you are gone from him. The fourth one was even funny. She talked about how she and boss had been dating for three years and how boss promised to marry her but later got seduced by you. She said boss loved her so much that he could do anything for her but everything about him turned messy the moment you showed up and boss has been having a hard time since then. Boss heard about that too and he was very shocked. He denied any relationship between them and sued her for making such an absurd statement about him and disrupting the peace of th

I never thought that I'd reach this point where I had to accept my boss's offer to be his fake wife. Why would I decline it? I'm indebted to him and in exchange of my freedom I needed this arranged marriage. So here I am now in my boss/husband's room. To discuss the things that cannot be done during this arrangement. "You are not allowed to enter any relationship within the period of this marriage," he said seriously. My eyes widened. "As in even flings? Nothing?" He looked at me solemnly. "I am a very possessive man, Iris. I don't like sharing."

I believed her and asked for a forgiveness from Allah for hating my parent thinking that they never loved me. She thought me how to draw and so many things. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and months turn to year. After a year I met a guy, he was one of those guys you met in my room the following weeks of our wedding. He....he smoked and drink a lot ,little by little I got infected too. When Safeenah finds out, she was so angry,she was very angry which she never talk to me for a month. I begged her and promised not to drink nor smoke again,but who was I kidding, it was already in me,I'm used to it,I'm already addicted to it.

Unfortunately it wasn't for me. Even after a leap of two years, my heart didn't want to love again. Not to anyone as it still beats for Christian Dikson which was silly on my part. He was a happily married man and it was a sin to be attracted to a married man despite myself also being married. If you ask me I didn't sign up for this marriage but had no choice as I was soon turning into a burden for my parents especially after I ended things with Christian over the phone when he was with his family in Mississippi.

“Marry me.” Two words, one sentence. Straight to the point, without beating around the bush. One thing Vlora Anderson, a smart woman who worked as executive secretary to the CEO of Greatech, appreciated was getting to the point without unnecessary complications. She despised all things that were full of pretense. She preferred to get straight to the point without the fuss that could give anyone a headache. But this? “Marry me?” Oh, dear. Vlora could only freeze for a moment, staring at him. She wondered briefly if the man before her was sane.

“It’s fine. Just don’t work hard. I know I can’t ask you to quit because somehow you enjoy working with your friends.” “I’ll quit to find a day job once I finish college.” He kissed my exposed shoulder. “That’s good. I can hire you.” I turned to face him, looking at him in the eye. “I won’t work for my husband.” He smiled. “Why is that?” “I can’t be fucking my boss. That’s just inappropriate.” He barked out laughing, so carefree, even if his father seemed to disown him for choosing to keep our marriage. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

I gasp. "I still don't have enough power to go against my grandmother, Secretary Kim. I'm sure you've heard how strict and cold-hearted she is from the other employees, and as her only grandson, even though I'm now the new CEO, I still have a leash around my neck right now. I don't know what she'll do to you, and I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you... so please, I know it's hard for you… But, could you please... marry me? Please marry me, I don't want to lose our baby too."

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or