Help! My Contract Husband Is Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

His voice softened in dejection. Shaking his head in disappointment and that was true. I truly don’t want to give him or us a chance. “I am sick of hearing this. I do everything a normal husband would do, I never degraded you, never cursed you, but you always put me in the wrong.” He said, purely disheartened about my mien. “Why do you agree, huh? You were happy in your little life, right? Then why do you sign the fucking contract?” He growled, moving back, running his hand in his hairs, cursing under his breath.

"And secondly, you are going to be my wife in approximately two hours, which means I am fully entitled to see you at any stage of undress, any day, any time I please and once we move back to New York, we are sharing a room. Just so you know." "Do you realize this is a contract marriage?" I asked, turning back to the mirror to clip in my earrings. "Why are you so excited about this?" "Don't worry," he said, his voice dropping. "You'll understand exactly how exciting it is when I have you spread across my office desk and Dennis is watching you come completely undone." "You are impossible," I muttered. I turned to grab my bag from the bed and heard a long, low whistle behind me. I stopped. Look

He looked at me, "That's why I asked you to be my wife. I need this project. He looked at me, his eyes were void of any emotions, and I found myself unable to look away. I couldn't help but notice the way his hands shook ever so slightly, betraying the nervousness he tried to hide. I could feel the tension in the air, like a weight pressing down on us. My heart pounded in my chest, and the sound of my pulse rang in my ears. I could smell the faint scent of his cologne, the fragrance I'd come to recognize as his own. “Our contract states that I will only be your contract wife for a year,” I said, my voice low and hesitant. “But what do you intend to do after the contract is called off.”

"What do- "So according to my friends, me being your wife could have been anybody else, okay…" I interrupt. "And I signed those papers to be your loving wife. And you've made it clear countless times that I get to act as your loving wife. And now, fine, I'm sticking to the contract, I give you what you want. And you call it irrational. Isn't that what you want?" I scoff. "You think throwing yourself at me is what I want?" He seems mad.

He cleared his throat as he posed the question to me, breaking the heavy silence between us. He was starting to talk about no one but Freddie, my contract husband... "We're not married, and I'm certainly not his wife. I live with him, so I'm already used to his kind of behavior. If I wanted a man for myself, it'd definitely not be him. He's nothing but the true definition of an annoying, rude and proud chap. I just hate him...urgh! I can't even stand him." I frowned, my lips pressing into a tight line.

It’s like he’s not talking about living people, but about a routine deal. “What else should I know about the contract?” I ask irritably, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me I’m obligated to fulfill marital duties too!” “Of course,” the bastard smirks, licking me with his eyes. “But here, everything is by mutual consent.” “Pff!” I snort. “Not a chance!” “If I were you, I wouldn’t be so sure,” he smiles smugly and mockingly. “I can be quite persuasive. And it’s in your interest to be an obedient wife, capable of satisfying my appetites.”

“She's his wife, and you think he won't influence her to make the wrong choice? Once that contract gets to their hands, be prepared for anything. He could have one of his rampages and order a 100% increase on all the houses paying rent. He could even make her order the demolition…” “Shut up, Eliaz.” I cut him off with a finger in the air. I wanted to move close, to jab him in the chest with my pointy nails, but I knew that the closer I got to him, the more the urge to slap him would come over me. “Don't you dare utter another word about my husband. You know nothing about him and…” “He's crazy. Literally.” He scoffed, but I didn't miss the ghost of a smile on his lips. “Everyone just saw it.

"You most likely don't want this at all. I'm not sure why you're portraying yourself as a loving husband when in reality you're simply a jerk. You must be busy, right? Why are you seeing me?" "Is dating my wife forbidden?" he asked back. And I am sure that he sounds so sarcastic when he said that. I started rolling my eyes in disdain. Is he behaving like a decent husband to me? He threw the marriage contract to me! What a freaking idiot act! He caged me in that mansion and prohibited my freedom as a person, he is a jerk, right? He's acting strangely right now. That was really strange. He should just be cocky with me because that's how he always is.

"You have mysophobia, Shraf! I have seen you scrub your skin to blood when anyone touched you without permission. I would die if you reacted to my touch like that!" "I would never hate your touch! I crave- fuck this. You need thirty days right? You got it! Do whatever you want to do!" I was too in my head to notice any of his words, I just knew I succeeded to make him agree to this thirty days agenda and I wanted nothing else. Grabbing the bill book of my coffee, my husband tucked his money inside and turned to storm out. "Wait! Sign this contract." He exchanged his gaze to me and the contract on my hand, disbelief written on his face.

“What are you thinking about?” The feel of him carrying me in his arms, pressed against his bigger, broad and firmer body, and the feel of him squeezing my ass made me think about sex. And that would be an amazing first memory of our honeymoon. Besides, I needed the distraction from the confused thoughts in my mind. So I ran my hand down his chest, staring up at him through my lashes. “I got lost staring at you, baby. What? A woman can’t stare at her gorgeous husband?”