Letter To My Workaholic Husband Novels & Stories

I want to see how he lives if I took away his phone and laptop from him; I am sure he will die in an hour, two maximum. This man is even working after coming back from our honeymoon. I saw him in the morning during breakfast, and then he evaporated himself in his work. He was in the lounge working, making calls while I was in my room the entire day. He could have come for lunch or at least have the courtesy to send a text or call to know if I ate or not. But no, he was too busy enjoying his work to do that. I don’t give him much attention when I find out he is on the phone talking to someone about his work again. God, I have married a workaholic; I don’t think I will ever forgive myself for

I was at my workplace while focusing on work and, at the same time, talking to my husband on my cell phone. “I can do both if you want,” Jason suggested after chuckling. “Ugh, I was supposed to pick just one,” I grumbled, and he chuckled. “It’s not your fault, you just can’t resist my food, so it’s hard to decide. You know I'm excellent at everything I do,” he boasted, as he always did. “Hm, so since you're insisting so much, I want both then,” I said to him, affronted. “Oh my God, I know you love to punish me, don’t you, you reckless woman? But I'm only going to do this because I love you, and I can't say no to you, my sweetie,” he said, making me giggle.

I just know one thing that I am enjoying the new world that he has shown to me. And I have decided to live in the present without thinking about what will happen after a year. My thoughts again hopped to Aldrich. This is true that he is a very workaholic. He loves only one thing and that is his work. Today no book is helping me out as I want to go out, I have got bored sitting in the same room all day long. But I can't ask this from my husband as he has asked me not to disturb him today in stern words and I haven't seen anything in this city to go alone!

He said apologetically. "It's fine, Aless. I know the work pressure is high and I won't blame you. This is the side effect of long vacations. All the aroma therapies and massage will be useless now."I said trying to hide my rotten mood. He had a life, his work other than dealing with my personal shit. "But I have a good news to share. I can't wait to come back home and kiss the hell out of you."He said with playfulness. "Aless, concentrate on your work. I don't want my husband to loose his money. I am an extravagant person, you know and I don't want an expired card."I tried to joke.

"Go to hell, Lorenzo. You can't control me. You don't have that right. I've got work to do." "It's a Saturday, who works on a Saturday?" The truth was, I wasn't going to work. I just wanted to be away from him. I needed a break, especially since he was starting to get on my nerves. "You have a lot of nerve talking to me like that," I said, my tone low and deadly. "Who the hell are you? My husband?"

"I'm sometimes... busy." "You remind me of my dad," I said, letting out a soft, dramatic sigh. I looked away for a moment, as if remembering something both fond and frustrating. "He was a busy old man. His mind was always in his office, even when he was home. And even till now, he still is. My brother joined him in the same regard, and now, we have two workaholics in the family." I brought my gaze back to his, a playful accusation in my eyes. "And now, you've joined the number. I don't know how to feel about that. My world is getting filled with men who are married to their work."

He made me even more convinced that he was a workaholic. I understand that maybe he has priorities at work that he can't leave, but not now when he and I spend time together. It's the day we're enjoying our honeymoon, and he's sitting there working after he's put me to sleep. There's no way I don't feel like I'm being taken advantage of by him, I don't want to selfishly compare myself to his work and ask if his work is more important than mine, but I wish he could be more tactful in his situation.

I haven’t seen Devon too much, just having the chance to talk to him and seeing his handsome face will really make my day tomorrow. “Hey.” Jasper comes down from the stairs, his eyes jumping to the invitation letter. “What’s that?” “I thought you said you wanted to work in your office.” My husband, Jasper, is a complete workaholic. Even though it’s ten in the night, he is still always busy somewhere with his computer.

I said calmly, “I wanted to see what would happen if I were gone. If my husband notices. Maybe that was childish of me, but you see, my husband is a workaholic, and sometimes he would sleep at the office. I wanted him to see the error of his ways and start balancing his work with our marriage.” Ryan shifted uncomfortably beside me, but remained silent. The officer’s gaze flicked between us. “And Ms. Ariana? Can you explain her involvement?”

"But if my husband wants to spend more time with me then I can take a few days off. We have the money to at least take a thirty-day vacation." "I'm sorry I can't be under you all day. I'm sorry that I'm trying to keep a roof over our heads." I rolled my eyes and took the bags downstairs with him following behind. "I don't want you to be under me all day I'm just asking that when you are with me you don't find something to argue about. Like now, we could've been cuddling and watching a movie together or something if you hadn't brought your work issues home." "Athena, I have to work in order to provide. Do you not understand that?"