Addicted After Marriage: Marrying My Abstinent Boss 소설 & 이야기

"I’ll call your driver to take you home." "No! I'm not drunk!" she screamed while striking him on the chest. "I’m not leaving until you tell me the wedding is back on!" "Georgia, there is no us to fix. We were never in a real relationship," Apollo said while his jaw was tightening. "I told you that I love someone else. She’s the one I want to marry." "Who?! That secretary?!" Georgia spat the word like it was poison. "Apollo, wake up! She’s a nobody! She isn't on your level!"

I was distracted. Actually, I have been distracted all day. I had avoided going back home because there was so much to do, and we were so close to the new product launch, and everything had to be perfect. But honestly. I couldn’t get much done. Not when my thoughts kept straying to the thought of how Sage felt in my arms and how crazy I was going for her every time. I know I told myself countless times already that it was just sex, but this was becoming an addiction.

Using real power and resources to help those who genuinely needed it brought me a sense of fulfillment and peace I had never known before. One day, while sorting through old belongings, I came across a photograph of Winona and me. It was one taken just after our wedding. In the photo, she leaned against me, her eyes clear, wearing a genuine smile untouched by the corruption of power. And beside her, I stood beaming with happiness and hope. I stared at it in silence for a long while and found that I no longer felt any love or hatred for her. Instead, all that was left was a faint, distant sense of melancholy.

I felt terrible about what she had to go through growing up, all I wanted to do was protect her and I felt as if I had already failed, because she grew up with this monster. So, I tried another attempt to stay away from her, but then here I was offering to take her to work and helping her get another job. After that first kiss, I knew I couldn't stop. I wanted to stay away, but I couldn't and every day I was with her I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to know all of her favourites, all of her hates. Every time I see the colour orange, which is her favourite colour, all I could do is think about her. How annoying, right? To think of a person every time you see this particular colour. I

“What do you mean?” She held up her phone. “This! Do you realize how this headline sounds? People will think our marriage is some kind of joke!” Joshua exhaled slowly. “It’s not what you think. I just said everything happened quickly… but it felt right. They cut off the rest of my answer.” Her worry lingered in her eyes. “Joshua, you know how important our reputation is for this business.” “And you know how important honesty is to me,” he replied softly. “I would never call our marriage a joke. I married you because I love you—no other reason.”

Her jaw dropped, eyes wide as saucer as she stared at him, incredulous to hear those words came out from his mouth. “You've been what?” the water broke and fell from her eyes. “Didn’t you promise that you’ll propose to me once you've become a manager?” her voice cracked. The corner of Anthon's lips lifted whilst his eyes glinted menacingly, “I just said it to shut you up from mentioning marriage all the time. If only you knew how annoyed I was during those times," he shook his head as though he couldn't believe he was able to tolerate it. "I never had any plans with you. I never want to marry you in the first place. I just used you to achieve all these,” he grinned while spreading his hands

He re-entered me from behind, even deeper now, one hand fisting my hair while the other smacked my ass hard. The sting only made me moan louder. Again and again he claimed me,on my back, on my side, riding him while my wrists were still bound. He made me come on his cock, on his fingers, and once on his tongue while he knelt between my legs like a starving man. By the third round I was a trembling, sobbing mess, covered in sweat and his marks. “You’re addicted already, aren’t you?” he taunted, slowing his thrusts to a deep grind while I shook through another orgasm. “Can’t get enough of your boss’s married cock.”

I steadied my breathing and answered, my limp, spent body still half-exposed. We exchanged awkward pleasantries. I felt sick knowing my wet hand was still sticky and my pants were around my ankles. Then she cleared her throat. “I guess I’m calling because I miss you,” she said. My heart stuttered. “I know you have a problem. But I want us to try again.” “I do too,” I said quickly, voice hoarse. “I’ll do whatever it takes. I promise.” I meant it. I was done with Daddy Knight. Done with this addiction that had swallowed my life. I wanted my marriage back. I wanted my freedom back.

I miss her to death. Her smile, the charm of her lips, the soft flavor her name leaves in my mouth and something I wish never to admit- the fact she has an effect on me. It rubs off negatively a mirage of a marriage bound by a fake contract marriage is sizzling into my blood streams like an opioid. She’s worse than any drug known to man, and hers become addictive where you least expect, a step at a time thinking you have it under control and next it hits you so hard, you’re hooked so hard life becomes meaningless. It’s shocking to behold for days I’ve barely touched my work or files and with hard persuasion took an hour to respond to urgent business calls around the world and a stockpile of