Don T Call Me Wife Novels & Stories

I probably am what he truly wants but what exactly does he want from me? I ignored the rest of their conversation as I got Alex's phone and found one of his favorite men's number, Dylan. I dialed the number on my phone and saved it. I left the living room to try speaking with the guy, only if he wouldn't snitch on me with Alex then I'd be lucky enough to find out the truth. “Hello?" The guy's voice rang from the other end. I cleared my throat, "Hey. Sorry for calling you so abruptly….i- I'm Alexander's wife, your Don's wife.".

“Of course. Whatever you say, babe.” “Alright. First rule,” I held up a finger. “Don’t call me that.” He shrugged. “You’re my husband. What am I supposed to call you? Callum?” “Secondly,” I said, raising two fingers. “Don’t call me that. I’m your boss.” “Alright, boss.” Now he was just annoying me. “Let’s get back to the first one. Call me babe. That one feels more… natural.” I said that through gritted teeth. I could tell he was having a wonderful time in this torture he was doing and I hated him for it.

I said immediately as I answered the call. “I do,” Don replied, his voice smooth, almost amused. “Hospitals are very talkative when you know where to listen.” “They staged it,” I said. “This wasn’t her.” “No,” he agreed. “It wasn’t.” I waited. Don never spoke unless there was more. “You’re not the only one who’s been watched lately,” he continued. “Your wife’s name has started appearing in places it shouldn’t.” My grip tightened on the phone. “Do not let her see you,” I said. “Ever. You stay invisible.”

Daniel leaned back in his chair, his eyes still on Kai. “You know you can tell me if something is bothering you right?” Kai smiled but gave no response. Daniel opened his mouth to say something again but the ring of Kai’s phone interrupted him. The caller ID: Mr Singh. Again? Kai wondered as he stared at the phone. Daniel noticed how Kai stared at the phone and said.“That looks serious.” “…yeah,” Kai muttered back. Kai stood up slowly already answering the call while stepping away from the desk. “Yes sir?” “I forgot to mention something earlier.”Kai closed his eyes briefly preparing himself for whatever was coming next.

She misdialed the number several times. “Please, please come quickly. Something is very wrong with my husband.” After the call ended, Olivia collapsed onto the floor, overwhelmed by a wave of dread. “Miss? Miss, can you hear me?” The doctor called several times before Olivia finally turned her head. Her expression was blank and dazed.

" I just need to find a new job because I know he's not calling me back.” "There's an opening at the club, I could—” Callista was interrupted by the vibration of Valeria's phone. "Oh my God,” Valeria exclaimed, staring at her screen with her mouth open. Callista sat up, obviously curious. "What is it?” Valeria did reply immediately, she just stood up and started fixing her dress. “Talk to me, Val. What is it?" Valeria paused, turned to Callista with her lips stretched wide with a smile. “My husband," she said. “He's outside."

Of course, he doesn’t get it. “Little Ari,” I say aloud. He stiffens. Just slightly, but I see it. “Ariella Romano is my wife,” I continue. “She is a Romano. She is your Don’s wife. I know we’re friends, more than brothers. But we can’t have pet secret names with my wife.” “It’s not a secret pet name,” he says quickly. “You wouldn’t have known it if it were. I have been calling her that for years..... Jesus.”

"What's the matter, Dan? Are you feeling pity for your wife? You know she'd obediently pick up the papers. Why are you letting her off the hook? Aren't you going to let us enjoy ourselves?" Daniel laughed scornfully. "Wife? She doesn't even deserve that title. The only woman I call my wife is Callie. Louise is nothing more than a maid to keep the bed warm." Feeling aggrieved, Callie finally broke her silence. "Dan, don't say that. I'm not the one who holds that title legally." "It's merely a piece of paper. Everyone knows you're the one in my heart. I'd be disgusted if Louise even dared to carry your shoes."

Donald’s restraint snapped. “They banished my wife?” he roared, his voice no longer controlled, no longer restrained. “Without me? Without even informing me?” Rowan did not answer. Because there was nothing to say that would make it better. Without warning, the line went dead. Immediately, Donald dialed Rebecca’s number. The call connected. “Hello?” Rowan’s voice came through. Donald froze for half a second. Then his voice dropped, cold and sharp. “Why are you picking my wife’s call?”

One I hope his curiosity would not lead him to. Inside that folder was filled with p**n videos of men fucking married women in their homes. The dirtier and morally grey it was, the better. Colour me shocked when Don described one of my top favourite video at dinner. How huge cocks slammed into willing soaked cunts. My clueless husband still thought I was his sweet little wife who loves gentle lovemaking. If only he knew. This morning, Callum just left for work. I bolted upstairs to our room. My thong was stuck to my slimy cuntlips, and I tugged it off, letting the air conditioned air cool my hot slit.