Husband With Benefits Novels & Stories

My husband, Lucas Holmes, lived with me and my parents. Initially, I had an affection for his younger brother, Lester Holmes, but because of an incident at a class reunion, he exploited my vulnerability and slept with me while I was intoxicated. This matter became widely known. My dad had no option but to arrange my marriage to Lucas. However, the condition was that he had to adopt our family name. Lucas came from his father's previous marriage, and ever since his father divorced and remarried, their relationship wasn't very close.

Just the quiet reminder that something—someone—was growing inside her. “Is the offer still with the housing assistance?” she asked, trying to sound more grounded than she felt. “All covered. Company apartment near the lake, health care, maternity benefits too,” Marco replied. “I wouldn’t be offering this if I didn’t think you were ready. Or that you deserve better.” Better. She glanced at the dresser. Gabriel’s watch was still there. Untouched for days. He hadn’t even bothered to pick it up. “I’ll think about it,” she said, her voice firmer now. “But thank you. Really.”

You should stay with your husband until he recovers and take care of him and then you can return to work. If Mr. Center finds out that you left your husband alone in the hospital in this condition and started working here, he will send you back to your husband. Just as you have a responsibility to Mr. Center, you also have a responsibility to your husband. You cannot neglect the responsibility you have for your husband. So go and take care of him until he recovers," The Butler said to her and Happy was not ready to leave from here.

"Hazel, are you feeling better?" I asked. Hazel's face was downcast. "Why are you back? Didn't you say you were on a business trip?" I wiped the sweat from my brow and glanced at the tiny baby nestled in the crib beside her. I smiled and replied, "Of course I'd come back. You just gave birth to our child." She launched into a barrage of questions, worried I wouldn't secure the bonus. "And the business deal? Will they penalize you? What about the bonus?"

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “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?”

Sana grabbed my shoulders, pulling me from my memory. "Tessa, listen to me! It's just one year! Think of the benefits. You're married to one of the most eligible bachelors in America! You can help your company secure the gig, get a huge promotion and by the time both of you divorce, you'll have enough money to fund any lifestyle you want." "You don't even know how much he plans to give me." I pointed out defensively. "It's more than your annual salary, that's for sure." She insisted.

“I work under an agency. I’m just doing my job.” Her tone was cold, detached. She knew he’d have questions. And she was ready to answer them because she knew how these contract marriages worked all too well. George scoffed. “And this is what your company does? Marries people off without their consent?” “She didn’t ask for much. Just presence. Discretion. Patience.” He let out a bitter laugh. “She asked you to live in my house and pretend to be my wife.” “She asked me to protect the image of your marriage. And to give you the privilege to explore.”

Hopefully our marriage lasts longer than seventy two hours. As we exchanged rings, that miraculously Benson had already purchased and had in his pocket, the pastor then pronounced us man and wife and I kissed my husband. My new mother-in-law and Emily came back to Benson’s apartment for an intimate little dinner. “So whose apartment are you guys going to live in?” Emily asked us as she sipped her wine. I looked at Benson looking at me. “I’d assume here?” Benson said to me. “I’m okay with that.” I replied to him. Thinking in my head that I might slowly move in and leave my apartment there as well. What happens if something happens? I’ll have nowhere to go.

With no way out, he somehow found out about the delivery station where I used to work. He dragged his broken leg all the way there and made a scene in public. It was a peak lunch delivery rush, and the area was packed with riders and passersby. Max lay on the ground, rolled back and forth, and wailed loudly. “Everyone, look at this vicious witch who’s trying to kill her own husband! “She pocketed the fifty thousand dollars insurance payout and left me crippled without a dime! “She’s a ruthless, vile witch!” He was trying to publicly pressure me into giving him money.

He also drops me to office and picks me up daily. That's what I wanted right? Do I need more? Am I selfish to ask for more? I don't know...but one thing is clear when he said... I am hiring you as my wife that in return of marrying him he is giving me all these I mean a home and a family and sometimes his caring gestures. Did he really meant that sentence of "I am hiring you as my wife" or was it just out of anger that day... I don't know. But hired or not ... I am his wife..and I won't allow anyone to cheat on me for that position.