Doting Husband Novels & Stories

It display Jeff Armstrong Businessman Lives in the state Husband Age 45 I called one of my man to pass through the back door and carry Jason from his bed and put a pillow under the duvet. I opened the gate automatically. I watch as he walk in pretending. I opened the door automatically. He walk in. I moved to him.he introduce himself as doctor herod. I decide to allow myself to fool him. I locked all the door automatic except Jason own. I watched as he take the stairs slowly. I allowed him to checked the room's door. I was watching him through my phone.he reach Jason's room, he opened and enter.I toetoed to Jason's room,his back face the door. I moved toward him.

- driver declared Edward got down ,started to walk inside ..He entered the house .His father was watching the news and his mother was talking with the maid .His sister and wife were nowhere to be seen .He thought they both were somewhere roaming around the mansion.After greeting his mother and father he went to freshen up . He took a bath and wore a hoodie and pyjamas ..He went down ..to his disappointment He didn't saw his wife . His parents and sister were waiting for him at the dining table ..

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

“You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?” Hearing her concern, I froze for a moment. Marco really did have an overwhelming possessiveness toward me. We grew up together. The Vitale family was always busy with mafia affairs, and the previous Don raised Marco by his side. However, no matter how chaotic things got, Marco always made time to see me. As I was a light sleeper by nature, he searched the entire world for bedding, personally testing everything just to

I actually forgot the tv drama will be aired that Dohyung actually cast in that time. And she picked up her phone cause it was ringing. It's probably her husband on the line. I am observant of other people's expressions and I wonder why her face immediately went expressionless but with a hint of annoyance when she was talking on the phone. She was always smiling when talking to me earlier. Probably it's been a while since she have a good time so I shrug it off. She ended the call. "Your husband?" I ask and she nodded. "He said we probably stayed too long. Haa. It's so hard when you actually got married now..."

KABIR KAPOOR. knock!! Knock!! I heard the sound of knock I open the door just to see my all time sexy and greek god like husband standing in his three piece black armani suit with red tie we look like we wore a couple dress which is we did for sure. He's looking so hot and tasty that I want to eat him now and whole. "Drooling is a very bad Wifey. That to on your own husband. I'm all yours then why you have to drool?" His husky voice brings me out from my drooling session.

Behind him, a chubby man, no taller than 5'7", followed. He had slicked-back hair and a tailored suit hugging his bulky frame. The kind of man who looked like he never lifted a finger but had people who did for him. From my spot by the elevator, still clutching the shoebox, I heard Dontrell call out— “Dove.” His voice, low and familiar, coiled around me. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it back home last night,” he said, stepping closer. “I had a lot to handle.” He stopped inches away, tilting my chin up with two fingers. “My wife. The strongest woman I’ve ever met, the only one who could handle me.” I didn’t answer.

he asked her without turning around. "Are you just going to stand there? My husband would never stand around. He was a man of action. He would be out there right now, kissing me senseless until I stopped such foolishness, and get down to the business of finally giving me some grandchildren." Race turned and smirked. "How could you have your own grandchildren, Dolly?"

“Thank god. He was so sweet at first. Then he walked into the dressing room, I could have sworn the man was vibrating with rage, but from the look of you I can see it was lust.” Blushing, I shake my head. “No, you had it right the first time. It was rage.” Her eyes run over me. “Ah, he’s one of those.” She sighs. “My husband is the same. Kind of a daddy dom. Spanking, punishment, using you, leaving you gasping for air when you’re bad. But when you’re a good girl he takes care of everything you could possibly need or want—even things you don’t think of yourself. Then he also makes you come so hard you see stars.”

“I love teasing you. And since you can’t get enough of it, I’ll never stop.” A shiver tore down my spine. I tried to play it cool, turning toward the wardrobe, but then—SMACK. “Fuck—!” My ass burned, heat flooding the spot where his palm landed. I spun around with a hung jaw, but I couldn’t bite back the smile curling at the edge of my lips. Dorian stood there pouting dramatically, his eyes dancing with mischief. “My sexy-ass husband,” he declared like it was a title, shaking his head in mock despair. “God, I fucking love your ass.”