Novel & Cerita Free Use Wife

He was a grumpy man and it's crazy how he was being like this. "May..." He placed his hands on her shoulders and swallowed nothing. "While we are married, can you please stop seeing other men? I mean, stop hanging out with other men. I don't feel comfortable with you being around..." "Remember this is an open contract marriage where we could see anyone. It's not like we are married for real," She cut him off and mumbled the last part and shrugged. Those words pierced through Miles's heart, and he bit his lips. "May..."

It infuriates me whenever he calls me by that endearment. But I. Am. No. Longer. His. Wife. I wanted to shout it at him right then and there. His face was only inches away from mine, but my nervousness vanished as he drew closer. It was replaced by irritation. Every time he called me wife, it made my blood boil. If it were in the past and he had called me by that endearment, I might have happily succumbed to his charms, eagerly waiting for the next sweet moment. I might have fallen for his manipulative gestures.

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.

How dare they expose us like that, huh? Beautiful wife, my foot! Model goddess, my puke! Happily married, my disgusting shit! I aboveboard don’t care whether they are blithely married or mirthfully divorced, or better yet, miserably nonbearing with each other in that shit of marriage! I give no freaking fuck!

I’m such a bad wife. . A. Gupta

"You don't have to act. You are my wife. I agreed to keep this wedding a secret for a year. Live your dream, get a job and enjoy your life. About freedom, that is always with you. No one can take it away from you. You are in a place where there is joy, and the joy will burn out your pain." "I disagree to the point, as I'm not your wife. I have mentioned a million times that I will never accept you as my husband. Just because you put a ring on my finger doesn't make you husband. I don't want to be at your home. What about the reason you married?" "Beggars can't be choosers, Mrs. King. I'm giving you the best deal. It's up to you to take it or leave it, but the reality remains the same. You ar

For one brief second, an image crossed my mind—those lips wrapped around my cock, all that stubbornness gone quiet except for the sound of her gagging and choking. My jaw tightened and I dragged my eyes away. Christ. Apparently, it had been damn too long since I'd had a decent fuck. "Use it," I said, holding out a black Amex. "Spend it on whatever you want," She looked down at it. Unlike most women, my wife didn't look impressed. Not that I expected her to be. She had a good job and earned her own money. "I don't need your—" "It's unrestricted," I cut her off. "And for fucks sake, stop paying drivers in dollars."

"But it's not about you, Victor. I cannot take advantage of you. I might be your wife, but in the company, I'm only a junior employee, and except for my two colleagues, no one knows about my identity as your wife." "Hey, look at me." His soothing tone made me raise my head again. "Baby, I know your concerns, but I also believe that sometimes you need to take advantage of your power when it's not hurting anyone. Not everyone gets this, but when we do, it's not bad to use it sometimes. You can take absence now, later, balance it out. How about that?" I pouted, thinking about what I should do when I felt his fingers under my chin. "Are you really willing to cancel our honeymoon?"

the lady spoke as she eyed me from head to toe. "Yes. I am his wife and you don't have the right to insult him like that. You're calling him useless? I think you're the one who's useless here, ma'am. You don't know your purpose in this world, so you're spending your time belittling my husband. Why don't you travel around the world, ma'am? Or just simply eat your money since I can see that you're really rich. That way, you can find your purpose. Your attitude sucks, ma'am. Just so you know."

A wide smile spread across my husband's face as he shook her hand. "Welcome! Welcome! You are absolutely beautiful. You and my son make a perfect match." "Thank you, Sir." The woman smiled then shifted her gaze to me. She scanned me with analyzing eyes a look that Freddie also noticed which prompted him to introduce me. "This is my wife, Solana." Mathilda smiled and extended her hand to me. "It's nice to meet you, Ma'am Solana." I accepted her handshake, but I could feel that her smile was completely fake, put on only because she was in front of Freddie.