Letter To My Workaholic Husband Novels & Stories

"It's not that I don't want him to be like that, it's just that it makes me worried sometimes. I'm worried that it might affect his work. You know how much of a workaholic Leon is before. I don't want him to be as workaholic as before, but I don't want him to make his world rotate around me only." Prestine nodded his head. "I understand you. Maybe you can just tell him about your concern. Just don't make it sound like you don't want to be with him all the time. Say it in a way that he would understand much easier." "Okay. How about you and your husband? How are you guys doing?" "Huh? We're just fine. We love each other so much, although sometimes I get so mad at him because I think he's stil

“You make me sick you fucking whore, you have nothing better to do than to spill your juices out on my bed” A pan of guilt hit me, I didn’t know he’d be back from his business trip today. Ashamed, I hurried out of the bed, my thighs sticking together from my dried up juices. I hear Steve mutter something under his breath as I helped myself to the bathroom. Tears streamed down my face as the warm water from the shower hit my skin in multiple drops. This wasn’t how we used to be, we used to be in love, inseparable, obsessed with each other. Now I had to resort to a rose toy to satisfy my sexual longing. I hated it. I hated that he was so busy, he didn’t kiss me in the mornings before he went t

I go to his desk and slam my hands down on the desk making him look at me. "What do you think your doing" "I'm working" "Obviously, but where supposed to be going in a family beach trip." "I can't I have to work" "So your work is more important then you daughter and your wif-me" I almost said wife and we where never even married just about to be engaged. "It's not, I just need to do this." "You've barley even seen us since we've been here." "I know and I'm sorry." "Then come, be with us"

They are rarely free. “No. I convinced your father that we should take a short break from work. Good thing he agreed.” I couldn’t help but chuckle. Of the two, when it came to being a workaholic, Dad definitely took the crown. “That’s nice.” “How are you and your wife?” she asked all of a sudden, diverting the topic. I puffed out a breath and rolled my eyes. My mood instantly soured. There she was, flirting and enjoying herself with someone else.

I told him glaring at him "My first wife and love is my work! I was talking about it only. You have to share me with my work. Because I always give priority to my work first. I am a workaholic man you see." He said and I I scratched his hand with my nails I sighed in relief as he was only talking about his work. I would have slapped him seriously if he had hid about his first wife for real. "whoa! Easy there tigress! Why will you scratch your future husband? Do not you know that is highly inappropriate?" he asked trying to be intimidating

"Okk I will be at home, bye and take care of yourself wifey - he said kissing my forehead and I hummed. He pecked my lips and left waving at me closing the door. This man I say, My husband is workoholic - I thought. After he went, I started doing some work in my laptop. So that I didn't get bored. I don't know when time passed and it was 12 pm, I put my laptop on table and went to balcony, I loved this balcony part in this penthouse, it is full of plants and I love it. I was waiting for ahad as it's been 2 hours already. * * * Ahad's pov.

It was a glorious relief, just like a soothing cool shower on a hot day. He continued; "I'll give her some medications to aid. Besides, she needs lots of rest," his voice soft, although with authority. He beheld Jenny with almost piteous-looking attention, like someone observing a fragile flower. "Sir, my wife is a workaholic," I told him, feeling guilty, almost like a ball and chain around my legs. "She works from morning till night and does not stop for rest anyway."

“Spend time working and making money, but also spend time enjoying yourself and relaxing. Does your husband not take you out?” “That's what I've always wanted to do,” I murmured. “Throughout my teens and my early twenties, I always wanted to have fun. But my family always forbade me. The expectations on me get so overwhelming sometimes. And my husband Bruce…” I sighed. “He's a workaholic too. So we don't really spend much time together.”

Mrs Linda suddenly exclaimed causing me to snap out of my thoughts. "What is it ma?" "My husband. I just remembered I forgot to give him this particular file"She replied holding a spiral bounded file. "I can help you give him if you tell me where he is"I suggested. I was literally looking for work to do. Turns out being overworked by Lydia had turned me into a workaholic. She faced me with a worried look. "Are you sure you can give him?" I nodded my head at her and gave her a bright smile. "Ok dearie follow me"

Charles reacted. "But I'm sure you realized I cannot be your husband. I am married to Adora my beautiful wife, and I cannot see you will be patient enough to push my wheelchair wherever I want to go?" His words tore Nicole's heart . While Adora's subtle smile of satisfaction did not escape Charles. "I do realized that, with so many things I have to fulfill for my husband's sake, I don't have the energy to push wheelchair. But if he is here I will be doted by my handsome and perfect husband." She said.