Doting Husband Novels & Stories

And it was no other than her husband, Archard Desroches. "Honey, have you seen my power tie?" He slid the glass door. Darline was annoyed. Out of all time in a day he had to interrupt her morning meditation session. Even though Archard and her were both in their fifties then, she could not understand how the man could act like a spoilt brat sometimes, she was his wife not his mother. She puffed but put a smile back on, trying to maintain her inner peace.

Adi scoffed, rolling her eyes at what Doris had said "which is?" "Getting too close for comfort with my husband," Doris replied, dragging the word 'husband'. "You could at least try to add a little class if you're trying to gain a man's attention, especially if he's a married man cause people might be watching and part of 'those people' might be his wife."

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

He adjusts the tray of food with infuriating ease and straightens, already walking away in a direction I can’t see. I thrash weakly. It does absolutely nothing. “You don’t have to thank me,” he adds cheerfully. “I take my duties as your husband very seriously, my Dot.” “What are you—crazy?!” The question is pointless. I already know the answer. And worse—I was still willing to marry him. “Damien! Put me down this instant! This is kidnapping! I need to go home!” He responds by smacking my ass once—firm, unapologetic. I yelp.

He walked closer to Alex. The man had decided to kill this insensible fool with a single slap and throw him into the river to feed the fishes. Alex stepped in closer as well, as his gaze laid upon Dorothy. He said softly, “I’m her husband.” “Huh?” The man in black froze and immediately burst out with laughter. “And I was wondering who the hell you were. So you’re the husband of this gorgeous prize! I have a question for you, though. Are you a eunuch? Look at your alluring wife. How could you not want to eat her up? She’s still a virgin up till now. That’s good, that’s very good actually. I have to thank you for allowing me to get my hands on such a beauty! How should I thank you, huh?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at her attempt to cheer me up. “Of course! Who doesn’t like a big, strong man?” I say with a smile. “Especially if he has a big, strong dingdong!” My eyes go wide. “Izzy! That’s my husband’s dingdong you’re talking about!” I’m full-on laughing now, and she laughs with me. “Hey! I’m just saying, people who have seen it have never had bad stories to tell.” She raises her hand in surrender. “Well, I hope I hear no more stories now that he’s married to me.”

“You should bring your friends over more often, A.” “I would,” I give him a small smile. “But you two are already here so...” He sighs, shaking his head and slapping a hand on my shoulder. “Hang in there kid.” He says, walking away with a smile. When he is out of earshot, Noah leans in close. “So, does D know you have a husband?” She frowns, “One who runs the land you're both on? Because umm, you seem to have forgotten you have a very jealous husband.” She tells me. “Seriously, that man looks as if he is about to kill whoever looks at you.”

I said smoothly. “She finds it hard to breathe without me. She is addicted to her husband. If she won’t be blindly faithful to me, then to whom?” “He has a point, Antler.” Dorian let out a short laugh, leaning back and took a sip, “Kristine is his wife now. Her attachment, her devotion, it’s all valid. “He is sour towards me,” I countered, folding my arms at my chest, “That is why our bonding is only an eyesore for him.”