Novel & Cerita Bossy Husband Who Loved Me

“To fucking take your anger on me, I’m your wife. I’m supposed to share and know your problems, to solve them with you and not you tossing me around like a basketball. I am” “And I am your boss, i am also your husband. You listen to me when im talking, we are only married on paper.”He cuts in, slammed his hand on the desk, as he stood to his feet. His touring figure casting a huge shadow that covered a part of his work office.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m just anybody. I’m your boss *and* your husband.” “Temporary husband,” I reminded him. “‘Til death do us part.” He smirked, dripping with sarcasm. “Is it so hard to keep the rest of the vows? Why are you always fixated on death and dark stuff?” “Life made me this way.” “Life’s kicked me down plenty, yet here I am… standing in front of the CEO of Clifford, one of the richest, most powerful men in the world… and my husband.” When I was near this man, all I wanted was for him to take me, his body holding such power over mine.

One where a naive worker gets into a hot, tangled mess with the CEO, and sparks begin to fly. It was my prayer, till I found out he was married, and not only that, was a faithful husband to his wife. Stormy clouds began to clear when I got wind of the news of trouble between him and his wife. I don't know what idiot would have a god like Damon and want to do away with him. His every touch makes any soul hop, and I always want to be around him, catch his attention, and have him love me the same way he does his wife.

, I struggled to get my hands out. "Tell me. For god sake stop being stubborn for once", this is why I hate this guy. "I don't want to talk about it.Go to hell, you arrogant demanding bossy jerk", I hissed pulling my hands out from his grip using all my strength. I stumbled back a little. How can he be so demanding? I know he is worried about me. But we are not that close to share our personal lives. I do know that he is my husband and I'm going to spend rest of my life with him.

I wanted to ask him how he knew my name, but it came out as a whimper. His eyes suddenly darkened as he heard me whimper. "How dare you hurt my wife?!" he growled angrily. Huh? His wife? When did we get married?

“I don’t think he would betray me.” “You don’t sound happy about it.” “What’s there to be happy about? My husband is going to date other people, and I have to be a willing accomplice or his grandfather will burn everything we’ve all worked so hard for right down to the ground.”

"Chris, if you pull off this deal, your wife will be able to live a good life!" Each time, his words were met with envious glances from my colleagues. "Chris, the boss really seems to like you," they'd say. "He gave you that deal? I asked for it so many times, but he wouldn't give it to me. And now you've got it! But hey, with all the travel it'll take, do you think your wife will be okay with it? She's so attached to you." And now, as I stood there, scissors in hand, replaying those moments in my mind, I saw his expressions for what they really were—not admiration, but mockery.

Wanted the last few hours of freedom to be his to manage however he needed. I stood on the sidewalk outside his apartment building at eight in the morning and watched him put a small bag in the trunk of the car service he'd called. He walked over to me. "This is it." "For now." "For three and a half years." "Less with good behavior." "Maybe." He touched my face. "I love you. I'm going to keep loving you. Even when I'm gone. Even when distance makes it hard. I'm going to love you and try to deserve you and hope that when I get out, you're still here."

His wife looked very devastated. "Tell me what happened?" He asked gently, before caressing her back in a comforting manner. "Nothing." She closed her eyes and laid her head on his chest so that she could feel the heartbeat of her husband. His heartbeat was a reminder that she was still alive. Xia doesn’t know what happened. The last thing she remembered was dying from a knife plunged deep into her chest. Her husband arrived too late. He was crying, wanting to save her. He kept on telling her how much he loved her.

Desire is always a close friend of true love… ****** Surprised with his assertion, Liza stared at him, “You can’t do this, Mike.” Liza implored. “Says who? I am the boss.” Mike mocked. “I know, but I need to do my job. That’s what you are paying me for.” Liza reminded him. “Not anymore.” Mike said. “Not anymore?” Liza asked. “At least it won’t be like that for long…paying you I mean. As my wife, my money is yours, so indirectly, you are also the boss.” Mike reminded her.