Claimed By Her Husband And His Bestfriends Novels & Stories

Two can play this game. “But I know your husband, we have been friends since childhood as early as we could talk.” She responded defensively. I saw the hidden glitches of daggers in her tone and the way her eyes mirrored jealousy as she saw me lying on the bed. “And I don’t care if you share an umbilical cord. You have to understand he’s my husband, and he has a wife who is capable of making multiple breakfasts if he wants. He married me not you so next time before you move around speaking of invitation remember which grounds you walk on. The kitchen you borrowed, and whose man you call a best friend.”

In his words, she’s been eager to meet me, and seeing me might “loosen her up a bit.” I had to take a long walk to clear my head and think things through. Because I have a sickening feeling that if I meet Nadia officially—as her husband’s best friend—I’ll never get the chance to be with her again. Nadia might deny it all she wants, but a part of her still clings to that marriage. A part of her still belongs to him. And the truth is…I’m terrified that if it ever comes down to choosing, she’ll pick her husband over me.

"That's different. Those are strangers, and my husband doesn't know. But you—you're my best friend's husband. I came here to talk sense into you, not to do... this. If she ever found out, it'd be a disaster." I held her close, selfishly savoring her softness against me. "This is exactly how you can help," I explained patiently. "I'm going out of my mind here. You relieve me, you get what you need too, and most importantly—I won't have to force myself on Rachel anymore. It's actually good for my marriage." My words finally struck a chord. She considered it for a moment, then relented. "Fine. But you'd better make sure Rachel never finds out about this."

Bella doesn’t care to get their names because she doesn’t think she’ll be too aquantainted with them since they’re all her husband’s friends. “Guys, this is my wife, Bella.” Gabriel introduces the smaller woman to his friends, his hand around her waist and Bella has the urge not to lean to his side. “That’s one pretty wife you’ve got, Gabriel.” One of the men says and she doesn’t miss how they’re all good looking. Gabriel sits and his friends sit across from him, on a couch, drinking. Gabriel pulls Bella on his lap, his hand still on her waist as he communicates with his friends.

I’m hiking to let everyone know that you are my wife. My old lady.

-Ok, ok, I'll pick you up at that time. Saying this he hung up without further ado, without waiting for her answer he just hung up, but Lidia was excited, she loved to go out with her husband, and especially with her friends it was as if she was telling them: -Well, whatever you do, I'm going to go out with you: -Well whatever I do, he is my husband and I am his wife. It was like rubbing it in their faces, that she was the wife, no matter how many mistresses she had.

“Yes, Dominic Stone is my husband.” Except for her cousins, her mother, and Sophia, who knew the truth, her uncles, and aunts, especially her father, gasped. She looked at the chairperson, who didn’t move, but looked away from her. “Do you know who my husband’s mistress is? As you say, I’ll follow her for finding the right man, and you know who she is.” she shook her head with a laugh. “Yes, Sophia is my husband's mistress,” she said, staring at the chairperson.

I already disliked the look on his face. Whatever he was about to do, it wasn’t going to be good. “I’d like to officially announce the end of my marriage.” The words echoed through the ballroom. I went completely still. My gaze snapped toward Elena. Even from where I stood, I saw the color drain from her face. She hadn’t known. The fool hadn’t even warned his own wife. My jaw tightened. Then Adrian kept talking. He blamed her. He humiliated her. He accused her of failing as a wife because she hadn’t given him children.

“More than like actually. She’s… different. Been different since that night three years ago at the Loungefield gala. I never forgot her, I couldn’t. And now she’s best friends with my daughter. When she looks at me, it’s like everything I thought was dead inside me wakes up again.” Hayes studied me for a long beat. “You’re serious.” “I am.” I dragged a hand through my hair, the silver strands at my temples catching the overhead light. “I want to take this seriously. Not some stolen moments in the middle of the night, hiding in corridors or sneaking out before the staff wakes. I want her, properly. I want to claim her the way she deserves, out in the open, without shame. Take her on dates, fl

"Haven't you both been intimate? I just wanted to say you should try to give him the style he wants and everytime he wants it..." "Am sorry but I don't feel comfortable talking about this with someone I barely know". She smiled. "Alright. I don't mean to pry"... I nodded. "No problem". Her smiles and laughs are awfully too fake like she's pretending. I heard her husband and mine aren't the best of cousins so why is she acting like they're both best friends and we should to? "Just know that you've got a friend in me. And we both can stay and get ready for the gathering this evening" she stated.