Amber Riley Husband Novels & Stories

"Dad bought this place after you left. You have no right to be here at all." Amanda's face went red. "How dare you speak to me like that." "How dare you show up here and act like you own the place?" Riley shot back. "You left us, remember? You chose Preston and his tennis career over your own family. Now you want to get married here? Are you serious?" "Riley, sweetheart, you don't understand." "I understand perfectly. You're broke." Riley crossed her arms. "Preston's career tanked two years ago. You've been living off your friends and maxing out credit cards. Now you want to marry him at Dad's house so you can look rich for the wedding photos."

Rosie rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. I looked at her apologetically. "My husband wouldn’t allow that. But I promise to invite you all for lunch again sometime. I’ll be available whenever you're free since I’m not working anymore." "Is your husband that guy?" "What?" I frowned. Which guy was she talking about? Amber couldn’t possibly be suspecting… "The man who came to us and asked about you," she clarified. "Is he your husband?" "Oh," I immediately understood. "Dexon isn’t my husband. He’s…." I struggled to find the right words. "My husband's trusted aide. They look more like best friends most of the time."

“Sir, you need to say something. Show the world that you’re not the reckless, untouchable playboy they think you are. You need stability.” I looked at him from head to toe. “And what exactly do you mean by that?” He drew in a deep breath. “Marriage. If you were married, Alexander, people would see you differently. They'll say you are very Responsible and that you're a family man." I nearly choked on my drink. “Marriage?” I laughed. “Do I look like the kind of man who ties himself to one woman? Absolutely not.” Was that not the whole reason behind my Playboy character?

he said, nodding towards Antonio, "with his dad, what are you gonna do with us?" Alejandro's lips twitched again. "Depends on how the spirit leads," he glanced at Antonio's phone, still on the table. "Oh, looks like someone's late for his wedding. The bride must be chewing through the phone lines, probably convinced you've run off Mexico with the stripper from the bachelor party." Then he picked up Cole's phone, scrolling for a second. "Blonde... Seems your friends are also blowing up your phone..." He paused, then looked closely. "Oh, my mistake. It says wifey... Guess she's worried you haven't posted your daily gym selfie."

“Am I the only one who found it strange that Mr Armani only shook hands with Alora?” Instantly, the room fell silent. Damn it. I thought they had all forgotten about that. They all rushed up to me, positioning themselves around me. “Do you know him?” “Have you two met before?” “I could definitely tell he seemed to know you.” What do I say? I couldn’t exactly say he was my husband’s cousin. Most of my colleagues didn’t know I was married, I didn’t wear a wedding ring and I mostly didn’t talk about my personal life at work.

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

I forced down the corners of my lips, resisting the urge to smirk. “How dare you treat my daughter like that!” my dad roared. My parents’ presence kicked the roiling atmosphere into an even higher gear. “I know that man! He’s Mr. Smith, an uber-wealthy icon in the financial world!” “That woman next to him is Lydia Cane, the famous violinist!” “And that ridiculously handsome young man is Shane Johnson!” “Whoa, Jonas’ ex is a huge deal!”

“And who are you, exactly? You’re certainly not Liam’s-“ “This is Amy Crawford,” Ryan cut her off, voice hardening as he extricated his hand from her grip. “My wife... and Liam’s mother.” His emphasis on those two words hung in the air, seeming to render Presley momentarily stupefied. A few wandering glances from nearby parents indicated they hadn’t missed the intent either. Presley regained her composure with an airy chuckle. “Oh, come now, Ryan. You know I was just-“ “Mrs. Knight,” I interjected with a polite tilt of my chin. “For you, it’s Mr. Crawford. Since we’ve got that cleared up, your husband is right over there chatting with his pretty secretary, Tina.” I nodded toward the striking

The last thing I wanted to do right now was to be ravaged by my new husband. As if he could hear my thoughts, the door flew open and Ryan strode in with the biggest grin on his face. “Are you ready for me to fuck you into oblivion, my wife?” He growled, his voice full of lust as he peeled his shirt off and clambered onto the bed, but as soon as he saw my face he stopped in his tracks and looked at me in concern. “Amber, what’s wrong?” I chewed the inside of my cheek as I debated on whether or not I should tell him everything. Could I really handle the fallout if he turned on me again? It had taken so long for him to finally accept our bond, that I didn’t want to risk losing him again.

He asked again, disbelief etched in his tone. "Yes sir. His name is Jason and he's five years old. From what I found, he's incredibly smart and top of his class. Mrs Amber loves him dearly." "No. No, no!! It's impossible. It can't be." Damon shook his head even though Blake couldn't see him right now. "I know it's a lot to take in Sir, but it's the truth." "But I didn't find a ring on her finger." "Mrs Amber isn't married sir, that's why you didn't see a ring on her finger. But she indeed have a son!"