Double Team Wife Novels & Stories

They also agreed that if a team member was married and needed at home due to his wife or kids, they could switch out with another member. **Up next is Traci and Jarret's story. Right after he leaves for the out of country mission, the women get Traci to tell her their story. They hoped it would help get her mind off him being gone.

"Then who's your boss? I want to talk to them." Cole gave a crooked smile. "Can't do that. But Mr. Dawson, haven't you already met her?" Jared froze. "When?" Unis had been his top client for years. He'd only met a few project leads—never the real owner. Even Cole was a recent face. Cole's smirk sharpened. "Still not getting it? The CEO of Unis... is your soon-to-be ex-wife. Lucia." Silence. Alice laughed first. "Come on, Mr. Carter. Lucia? That broke nobody? She grew up on the streets. No way she owns anything, let alone a company."

Nora Bellweather married a man who never loved her. When she found proof of his betrayal, something in her went quiet and hard. Then, drowning her grief in a dim bar one night, she saw three faces from a past she thought she'd buried for good. The next morning, her husband walked in with three important guests, and she nearly dropped the teapot in her hands. It was them. Older, sharper, wealthier, and dangerous in ways they never used to be. They had once loved her without limits before everything fell apart. Now they were back in her house, in her life, refusing to stay away. Nora cannot forgive what tore them apart years ago, and she will not survive another heartbreak in a marriage that h

she says. "Mama please.My wife doesn't need ai stress. I'll take your luggage,"he says carrying it. "You call this snake a wife.Shs is going to kill you in your sleep,"she says. She elevates her stinking feet on my chairs.

“You didn’t mention your people were this cool.” I laughed and slid an arm around Olivia’s waist, pulling her close to me. She was warm against my own cold body. “Guys, this is my wife, Olivia. Liv, meet the team—Eriksson, our fearless captain; Jax, the human wrecking ball on defense; Aiden, who fed me that beauty of a pass today; and the rest of these fucking lunatics.” Olivia smiled, a little shy at being introduced to a lot of people but she puffed her chest out. “Hi. You all played incredibly today. I’m so proud of Xander and honestly, the whole team.”

I’d never expected that moment to carry over to the rest of the team. Lauren had ended up eloping - with a woman, which had surprised the hell out of me - last year in Vegas. But then again, I had been coaching women’s softball. I shouldn’t have been that surprised. She’d sent me a photo of her at the altar with her now-wife, and another one of her and her wife with baseball bats and a smashed watermelon, and let me know she wasn’t making rash decisions and she’d found someone who valued her as much as she did.

“Everything with you becomes about us.” “Someone is threatening you.” The line went quiet. Damien lowered his voice. “I don't know who it is yet, but until I do, you're staying somewhere I can protect you.” Sophia swallowed. “I don't need you to protect me.” “Maybe not,” Damien replied. “But you're my wife now.” Her heart tightened at those words. “We're not really married.” “To everyone else, we are.” “And to you?” Damien paused. He didn't know why that simple question suddenly felt so difficult to answer.

“One of Callahan Corp’s biggest investors is hosting it at his private resort. I need to be there. And so do you.” She let out a sharp, incredulous laugh. “You need me there?” “Yes.” She crossed her arms. “Why?” I tilted my head slightly, letting my gaze roam over her, taking my time before answering. “Because we’re a team. And everyone expects my wife to be by my side.” Something flickered in her eyes. Annoyance. Frustration. Something else she wasn’t ready to name. Her lips parted like she wanted to argue, but she clamped them shut, her jaw tightening.

Then, without warning, Navia leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Before he could react, she immediately pulled the blanket over herself and rolled onto her side. The comforter practically swallowed her whole. Only her voice drifted out from beneath it. "I don't know what you're carrying around inside your head." Her words came out slightly muffled. "But you only need to remember one thing." She tightened the blanket around herself. "I'm your wife." "And you're my husband." "We're a team." Her voice softened. "So if something's bothering you, don't keep it all to yourself."

Our marriage was going from a WWE match to a lame video game. My husband was a workaholic earlier now he basically lived in the office. The days we meet face to face is very rare. I was burning in an inferno I haven't sinned but yet I was suffering maybe loving Dane Wellington was my sin and I ought to be punished for that sin. Fathima had unwavering faith in our marriage even when we didn't have any. She filled me in on Dane's where abouts. According to her a wife should know what her husband was upto. Though I didn't hear my sister's name in his schedule so Fathima is definitely missing my husband's complete time table for his to do list.