Husband Material Novels & Stories

= POV 3 = "Busy?" There is nothing more enjoyable than seeing the smile and brown eyes that the man with the wings tattoo has in front of Sarah today. Man - no, more precisely, her husband. A legal partner that Sarah should be able to have ultimately. Not belonging to other women, let alone other men is a perfect male figure in the eyes of women.

" I rose to my feet and made my way to the living room. "I told you there's no need for that!" Calvin's voice rose to a sharp pitch, edged with panic. I stopped and turned to look at him. His face was flushed a near-crimson shade. He drummed his fingers against the edge of the table, then squeezed out his explanation, "The doll… is made from a special material. Water will ruin it." "Then how are you supposed to clean it? Dry-clean?" I asked. "No!" He shot to his feet, cutting me off from the living room. "Just leave it alone. I'll deal with it myself."

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

Jayden explained, trying to show indifference, and the wrinkle of distrust between my husband’s eyebrows seemed to disappear. Daon hugs me, smiling, and shrugs. "What do you mean let? What a sexist thought. Are we in the Stone Age? I’m her husband, not her owner. She can wear whatever she wants. After all, anyone can look. That doesn’t change the fact that she’s my wife." Daon explains, joking and pointing to our rings. "Yeah, Jayden, don’t be sexist, women are free to be vulgar," Louyse says in a mocking tone and a smile on her face. I see Daon giving her a reprimanding look, but he doesn’t correct her.

Bella scoffed, she’s really had enough at the point but she still knows how to remain calm. “A husband that barely acts like one. I don’t think you even know how I feel whenever I see your nose buried in a pile of documents, reading shit. You’re not the only young rich businessman on earth for fuck’s sake. You don’t give me attention, you don’t touch me, you barely engage in conversations with me and you call yourself my husband?. Don’t kid yourself.” Gabriel steps closer, grabbing the front of Bella’s top, squeezing and crumpling the material.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

That lady had anything but a sense of humor. The bridle path ran exactly as the deed said it would — service road, then trees, thirty years of nobody, branches grown low enough that I rode the first kilometer bent over the mare's neck. Through the leaves the Haverton came up in pieces. White chairs. The drone hanging over the lawn like a patient insect. Three hundred guests and a string quartet playing something that had been played at my own wedding, ten years and one ocean ago.

the guy who acted flirtatious toward me nearly got assassinated but his new cloth just prevented that didn’t he? The conversation seems to pick Aurelia's interest, she starts looking at me before asking. “Did you know what kind of material your husband uses to produce such an absurd cloth? I remember that he complained to me about how he couldn't seem to find the material that had enough elasticity and was good for the touch like our world fabric.” “Huh? You don’t know? I thought brother Zhu would share something like this with you.” I ask. Aurelia shrugs and answers.

“But I don’t see you as husband material. No offense. ” “None taken.” Technically, I am not husband material. Whosoever gets married to me will have to endure because I am asshole and a piece of shit. It will take a lot to change me from who I am now. I take another large gulp of the wine. It should be fifteen percent alcoholic or non alcoholic? I don’t even know anymore.

I peeped on his hairy chest which had some salted drops of sweats rolling off his chest and dripping on my breasts . I took in his masculine features as we continue our happy moments . My fingers find shelter in his messy hairs as my mouth parted . I kissed him on his shoulders feeling his warm chest . He reacted happily as he sensed my open mouth kisses . My fingers moved down on his broad back depositing my nails on his flesh . He was very broad and masculine . I was touching me to my heart contented . He wasn't lean like some young guys . He was near his thirties . A full grown mature man who knows well to please his wife . The man who was devouring me and making me breathless by his act