Married To A Porn Star Novels & Stories

C designs Ltd. "He's literally the hottest I've ever set my eyes on! And he needs a P.A, Oh my God.. I'm so qualified!" She rambled on and Frema tsked in anger. "Aren't you married?" She inquired as she looked down at her occupied ring finger. She scoffed, "My husband's a snail. He literally gets in there, you know? It's so damn exhilarating, I have to sex chat my boyfriend while fucking him to give the idiot the satisfaction of seeing me cum."

Marco asks, bewildered, "Who the fuck would want to marry you?" "A lot of people, actually," I roll my eyes and cross my arms, "You wish you were as desirable as I am." "Ah, so you're finally not a virgin anymore?" Isaim scoffs at me. "No, I'm sorry for leaving you all alone in the virgin club," I reply and then my eyes return to Theo, who is still confused. "You guys will laugh, but I married a whore. Like, a literal whore." "Oh God," Theo covers his face, "You went and got some omega pregnant, didn't you? Poor girl."

His hand hovered over his screen, ready to shove the evidence in Marcel’s face. “What? You find it difficult to believe that your wife married me? Sorry—ex-wife. She’s Mrs. Walker now.” I could literally hear the joy in Aiden's voice “I could even show you pictures of our honeymoon, but that might be extreme, no?” But Marcel gaze remained on me “Say it's a lie …please “ Marcel begged I opened my mouth again but no words came. Nothing could explain this mess.... “Get out of my way while I’m being nice,” Marcel warned, voice low and heavy.

Damian is married? My heart crumples and every single cell in my body reacts with shock as his words register in my ear. It takes all my resolve for my leg not to buckle. Tears coat my eyes but I hold it back. I had sex with a married man and have been fantasising about him, when this whole time belonged to someone else? He called me a whore just because I seduced him when I was drugged, and yet, he doesn't even tell me he was married?!

Back on the table Ava's mom pleaded with the guest saying “she's just a little nervous about this whole arrangement.” “I hope she'll be fine.” The old man's voice sounded. Ryan, who cared less, had a few bites from the meal and then announced his dismissal before he left the table. Walking out the door he smiled devilishly. He was marrying for his dad but then she looked too fragile for him. He was the devil himself and she was about to become his prawn. He drove home and rushed into the bathroom, throwing up everything he ate at Ava's place. *.........* At the park, Nicole is sighted with a tall guy with brown hair and neatly curved brows.

She nudged Tom at the dinner table. Tom had pretended not to care, but I caught the curve of his lips before he rolled the pasta into his mouth. She had left without a trace after Tom had an accident a few years ago. The diagnosis was that he wouldn't walk again. But he did. Tom was heartbroken; he claimed he would never love again. A rumour sufficed that he wasn’t interested in women. That wasn't a good reputation for his father's company. Our marriage was a form of damage control.

The courthouse wedding was over in seven minutes. No ring. No vows. No kiss. Just her new name stamped on a certificate: Nova Lawson Drăghici. He told her to call him "Damian," but it was not his real name. He had the kind of presence that whispered of a longer name, a bloodline that didn't trace back to the IRS. Damian offered her a glass of champagne, which she hadn't drunk. He then handed her a credit card she didn't want. He led her through his mansion like she was a guest, not a bride.

"Why are you fighting for this so much?! I get your attraction to the man, but how can you sit here and root for your best friend to date a sadist?!" He shook his head again while his brow furrowed in pure anger and annoyance. "Don't you get it, Lynn? I've seen you through the worst times of your life. You were married to a fucking monster who nearly fucking killed you. You let that bastard control everything about you and your life for years! And you did nothing but let him! Is it wrong that you just so happen to be happy with a porn star?! You may just have learned the truth, but don't you dare stand there and tell me you didn't know something was up with the guy. He's literally sex on a f

On the eve of my wedding, my friends threw a joint bachelor and bachelorette party for Natalie Cole and me at a bar. After a few rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. The bottle landed on me first. My younger brother, Kayden Wilson, grinned. "I dare you to take off your pants. Let's see what you've got." The whole table immediately erupted in cheers. I glanced at Natalie, but she kept her head down and continued scrolling through her phone without a word. Hence, I took off my pants and stood there in nothing but my underwear. In the second round, the bottle landed on me again. My sister, Hannah Wilson, raised her glass and asked half-jokingly, "Logan, I dare you