Kiss Freddie Highmore Wife Novels & Stories

".. Am here Maynard, you don't need her anymore! Besides, you planned on getting rid of her, right? You don't have to worry, you know I always give you what you want.!!!" She licks her lips and eyes him seductively. " .... Now you're about to get divorced, we don't need to hide anymore. you're a free man and you can do whatever you like... C'mon, let's go home You look so stressed out, I don't mind giving you a massage. Trust me, I do my thing well..." She holds his hand and pulls him up. Maynard pulls her closer and kiss her roughly, pouring out his anger towards Olivia into the kiss. He pulls away after sometime.

Camden said, letting go of my hands and returning back to the food he was eating. At first no one moved, then slowly they began eating. But the atmosphere was tense. Very tense. I could feel it in my bones. Freddie suddenly dropped his spoon out of nowhere. “I can't do this,” he said, standing up. “I'm not sitting here like this. “ “Sit down, Freddie.” “I said I can't!” Freddie snapped in anger. “She was my wife.” “And now she's my wife,” Camden replied, shutting him up completely.

He sounded pretty possessive which was something she didn't like of a man but she still wore her robe anyways. He finally heaved a sigh and relaxed in the water. He felt like whacking the hell out of the few men around them who couldn't take their eyes off his wife but he couldn't blame them. A smile spread across her lips when she recognized the caller. It was none other than Freya, her very best friend. "Heyo! Look who decided to call." Jayda beamed on answering the call. "And, look who decided to not call and didn't bother to inform me that she was going on a honeymoon with her husband until I found out from her mother and the internet." Freya frowned.

She asked in a manner that had me feeling uncomfortable. How much did she know about Adam and Eliza? Elijah and I? “Charlie, I want you to meet my beta and best friend, Freya Hathaway.” Elijah introduced before he kissed my forehead. “Freya, I want you to meet my girlfriend, the woman I have been searching for all these years; the woman I love. Charlie Griffin.” “Hello Freya. It’s nice to meet you.” I stretched my hand towards her. “Hello Charlie.” Freya responded but I could see something deeper than the fake smile she had on.

The frustration in her friend's voice was evident. With trembling hands, Brielle took her phone away from her ear to stare at the breaking news, and just as Luna had mentioned, the headlines were all about her husband. "BILLIONAIRE CEO KISSES YOUNG MODEL ON BROOKLYN STREET- LOVE IS IN THE AIR BETWEEN ETHAN RAYNE AND REINA FALLON." The picture was vivid..too vivid. Her husband, whom she had been married to for two years, was locked in a heated kiss with a younger woman whom she had never seen before, at least not before now.

There was a part of her that wanted to be angry, but silence was an option that was always in her head. Before Marvin could make a statement in his defence, Freya continued to spout sarcastically, "If you don't want to be called a bitch or a harlot, you better stop having a close relationship with Marvin. Use your brain well and feel with your heart. Marvin has a wife named Gennifer who is pregnant with his child. Keep that in mind!" Jesslyn was getting more and more agitated. Fortunately, the lobby was rather quiet because it was rush hour. All the employees were focused on their work in their respective rooms. Only two people or a handful distracted themselves when they heard Freya's scold

Most people call me a demi-god. *Quick one!!! Frederick is a sexy, hot, alpha male. Young. Attractive. Kind. Possessive. Many rich women in New York will kill to have him in their bed at least for a few minutes. He is quite a catch and gets in the glam every day. Can he ever be Kharis's savior? Read on..*

He viewed Connor as nothing more than a pathetic freeloading loser and couldn't understand what made the man any better than himself. I realized then that Freddie didn't know that I was actually Connor Simm. He still somehow managed to humiliate me perfectly, though. I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails pierced my skin. I eventually choked down my pride and said, "Connor Simm is the pathetic homewrecker, and Freddie Lester is Zara's actual husband. You've got what you wanted, right? Hurry up and let Dad out of the pool!" Freddie's face broke into a satisfied smile, and he said slyly, "I only said I would consider it. I've made up my mind now—you're both staying in there."

“Just relax, my darling. Your son will do what we want soon enough.” I snatched a magazine from the table to distract myself — and froze. The headline screamed at me: “Top Model Jessica Freeman Claims She Was Still in a Relationship with Billionaire Cade Callaghan — Says His Recent Marriage to Emily Wilburn Is Fake.” “I knew it!” I hissed, shoving the magazine at my husband. “I knew something was wrong. My son would never choose someone so low-class.” Blaze scanned the article. “They’re married.” “Didn’t you read it? She says they’re not married. Cade never married that girl.”

"T-Thank you. I'm … I'm sorry if I th–" "If you want to taste my lips again, just tell me, wife. I am more than willing to do it for you –" "WHO SAID I WANT YOU TO KISS ME AGAIN? OUR WEDDING KISS WAS LESS THAN FIVE SECONDS! I'M NOT ATTRACTED TO YOUR LIPS, MR. JACOB ANDERSON GRAY!" Freya shouted. She forgot that Jacob's car window was open. When she saw that most of the passersby were looking at them, she immediately closed the car window. She bowed down. "Shít! I forgot that we stopped here on the side of the road!" she whispered.