Husband With Benefits Novels & Stories

she said. I blinked, trying to refocus my head. Wait what? She was okay with her husband…. ‘Now, now, Larissa, don’t get hasty,’ a tiny voice reminded me at the back of my head. “I don’t know, I think I am trying to understand it,” I said. She moved closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief, “You should embrace it, there are perks, things you could experience that your husband can’t give you,” she said, her fingers brushing my hand as she smiled at me.

“My husband died a year ago, so it’s just me.” Allison’s eyes went wide, and then she looked down, “I am so sorry for your loss. Wow, and you’re so young, too. To lose your husband so soon. You are such a strong woman.” “Thank you," I replied. “We’re all doing okay now, but because I’m raising them on my own, the benefits that come with this job would be a dream come true to us.” “And you can start right away?” Allison asked, looking at my resume once again.

My name is Wendy, and I am a thirty-year-old stay-at-home wife. When Mark and I first started dating, he treated me with patience and warmth. He remembered small anniversaries, brought me flowers after work, and made me believe I had chosen a dependable man. After we married, he handled most of the outside business while I managed the house, the bills, and his daily life. For several years, our marriage looked peaceful from the outside. Mark was handsome, successful, and polite in front of everyone. Friends often said I was lucky to have a husband who worked hard and rarely raised his voice.

He slammed his hand on the table and breathed out. "I'll marry you" he said. "Yay!" I wasn't supposed to say that too loud. "You just have to let me touch you to get myself cured. We'll also be testing a lot of things together. So, you'll have to visit my office more. And also, maybe, here" he concluded. I shrugged and smiled. Well, I'm fine with that. "Sure, we'll sign an agreement to..." "Before that..." He interrupted me as he sprung up from where he was seated. I watched him unbutton his shirt as he walked closer to me.

What if she doesn’t deliver as expected? “That’s your first assignment if you want to help you with your school work” he shrugged She started to protest but managed to keep it in. What he was offering her was huge, if she decides to go job hunting after her marriage with him, it would give her an edge over other applicants for whatever job it was. “You can work from the house on somedays and other days, you can come to the office” She nodded in agreement. Working in her husband’s company wouldn’t hurt, what’s the worst that could happen?

Brook mouthed an ‘Oh’ at what she just had heard from him. She thought she was lucky that the wife of the wealthiest guy in the country works with her, which means she’ll get benefits from him as well. But she was wrong. “I want you to remove her from your employees. She is my wife and as her husband, on behalf of her... I am applying for her resignation.” “B-but I heard from her colleagues… Your wife is hardworking and competent. It would be a shame if her talent was just put aside. If you want, Mr. Cruz… I can offer her the management position.”

Abby said and rushed off. The Adamses were the only ones living in a three bedroom flat in the apartment. Her husband Ruben Adams worked in an oil company as an engineer and earned twice the salary Jesse used to receive in his former place of work. Safe to say that Ruben was the envy of every man in the apartment building. “Here.” Abby returned lugging a small bag of rice, a litre of groundnut oil while her youngest son Ruben junior carried a bowl of pepper. “Ruben’s brother sent these for us but we can’t eat them all so you can have them.”

You know, I wanted to tell you about the news of your acceptance to a medical college for you on the date that led us to finding out that you carried our child. It is always available and open for you, and whenever you need me, I promise to fulfill my duty as your husband, your friend, and every other thing you can ask for. Of course, I love you so much. By the way, I only stepped out of the retreat area to attend to an emergency. But I am excited to come back to your lovely face and smile that lights up my life. Be fine, my queen.” Tears rolled from Elise’s eyes reading it, yes. But it was those very warm tears that warmed her heart. Because when did life become this sweet again?

Our eyes lock for a moment before he looks away. "What's the second condition?" He sighs, swiftly changing the subject. "I want to work for you." "What?" He laughs in surprise. "You will be my wife. Not my worker." "This is not the eighteenth century, babe. Wives can work for their husbands. Not just in the kitchen but in actual offices. So, I want to be your wife and also your worker." "Why?" "To piss off Brandon and Wendy." I start. "But also, I need to feel like I'm working for all the money and benefits I'm getting from the contract. It's just too much. I feel like I'm robbing you in broad daylight when you are getting so little."

"You'll never forget every single moment we'll share in this marriage, from our first kiss until the very last day. This is not just about pleasure, Alena. I want to start a new relationship with you." "Friends with benefits?" I asked him. He smiled. "No. A husband-and-wife relationship. Think of all the things husbands and wives do. Those things are the things I want us to do," he explained. "But you have a girlfriend who you love. You can never love me the way a husband loves his wife. Heck, I know you'll never love me. I'm not complaining; I'm just stating facts as they are."