Body Swap With My Bossy Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“We’ll start with some mobility work and then move to weights. Sound good?” I stepped even closer, close enough for him to smell my perfume mixed with the faint, intimate scent of my arousal. My fingers brushed lightly along his forearm as I pretended to adjust my ponytail, deliberately arching my back so my barely-contained breasts brushed against his arm. “Honestly?” I murmured, looking up at him through my lashes. “My husband is always so busy with work. I need someone who can really work me hard. Someone strong enough to push me… to make me feel it.” My voice dropped even lower. “Think you can handle that, Jax?”

When my husband from the arranged marriage lost his memory, I couldn't resist messing with him. “Adrian. Say 'Boss.'“ The man in the hospital bed hugged his pillow and looked up at me like a good little boy. “Boss.” I nodded, satisfied. Perfect. A whole year of marriage, and he never once called me his wife. One car crash, and he'd been demoted to calling me Boss. Adrian and I had an arranged marriage. I did it for my family's dying factory. After the wedding he was colder than the fridge. We slept in separate rooms. He wouldn't eat my cooking and wouldn't take my calls. He even saved my number in his phone as “the Bell girl.” I lived in the Crane house more carefully than the hired

I could hear the sound of my heart pounding loudly, I bit my lip before replying. Chewing slowly, I muttered, “A husband doesn’t usually sit there counting how many strawberries his wife eats.” His mouth twitched, barely. “This one does.” I almost choked on a laugh. “Oh really?” “Yes.” His tone was calm, but his eyes glinted with something that softened the air between us. “This one makes sure his wife doesn’t starve herself.” My fork clinked against the plate as I set it down, my heart beating harder than it should. I grabbed my glass, lifting it just to have something to do and took a sip. “You’re bossy, you know that?”

Finally he put down the document and picked up the paper bag. “ mysterious CEO, gentle lover……” “My sweet husband…..” “My bossy CEO boyfriend….” What the hell was all this bullshit?!

'' I said to her. ''Brother. It's not bad as you're thinking. You can ask him.'' She said to me pointing her husband who was busy in reading medical journal. ''What the hell are you doing??" She suddenly shout at him. In fear, the journal fall down from his hand. Poor guy I mentally thought and laughed at him. I asked him ''Are you sure, you're her boss??" Controlling my laugh. ''He is my boss inside the hospital premise. Once we crossed it then i became the boss. Right, husband??" My sister replied and asked her husband for confirmation.

"Take you back to every memory, hold you close like it's meant to be, through the highs and all the lows, I'll never let you go… "Honey, she's your true love. Are you sure you want to let her go now?" I could hear him fall silent on the other end. But I could also picture him pulling the phone away and slapping himself hard a few times, no doubt cursing me under his breath. After a few moments of heavy breathing, he attempted to sound normal again. "That doesn't concern you. You're the reason we swapped bodies, so you have to fix it, or—" Before he could finish, I interrupted.

"What's wrong, Cindy? Are you feeling sick?" When she looked up in his arms, Julia was wearing her own face once again. Norman recoiled in shock, shoving Julia away. "Julia? Cindy? What's happening?" Julia was just as confused. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Norman opened the letter that came with the divorce certificate with trembling hands. [Norman, I don't know why, but Julia and I swapped bodies. Maybe you should ask her. But I know everything you did to her and to me these past few days. You disgust me.

Crawling in my bed behind my back with my husband. Now I had turned into the mistress, and she had become me? She got my husband, my body and... my life? I couldn’t wrap my head around the situation. My mind was a maze, unable to find a way out. What should I do? How do I return to my body? Was this even real? Could souls swap like this? Why me? Why would she get everything — my home, my face, my name... after taking my husband? I kept whispering to myself while losing my mind. By the time I walked to her, I noticed her phone which was technically mine now, scrolling frantically and my phone was on the table.

I stormed outside to the pool. It was so annoying, I wished I could swim, just dive into the water and let it cool my mood. Is this why women couldn’t help being sluts? They couldn’t control their body? What made me different from them? Alexandro was my husband, but it was definitely in name only. He was technically my boss. I just had sex with my boss. “Would you rather eat outside? I could ask them to move it here.” Alexandro’s voice broke me from my thoughts.

After getting my boss' reply, I slumped against the wall, drained of all energy. Henry Somerset's voice echoed in my ears again. "Stop kissing me. If Chris runs into us later, you'll be in trouble. "Oh, right, he still doesn't know you gave me the draft designs of dress and suit he made for his own wedding. I showed him the finished design, and he actually thought we just had the same taste. What a joke! He's so naive, it's almost hilarious."