Novel & Cerita Mi Esposa

my wife-to-be. ........

“Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?” I shake my head, “To her, I’m Daddy, and she’s my little kitten.” Ellie smiles. With a sigh, I add, “I plan to take good care of my wife tonight. She will fall asleep with a satisfied smile on her face.” I pause for a moment, “The left side of her mouth twitches when we finish. That’s how I know she enjoyed it.”

"She's my wife." "What?!"

The chatty Inessa Simmons is afraid today, nope, not today, she is a McCoy, Inessa Brian McCoy, my wife. A breeze of satisfaction blows me inside. I stand in front of the window, sigh, and wait for my wife to come out from her hiding cave so we can carry our marital work tonight. I am looking forward to the night, after all.

“And for who? The woman who…” “Okay, the two of us are going to get one thing straight, mama, and I don’t want to keep repeating myself again.” I said, stopping her before she insulted her again. She looked at me for a moment, glaring at me before looking down at her feet, avoiding my eyes. “She is MY wife, MY woman, and the woman that I love. I fell in love with her as time went on, but not once did she turn me against this family. Despite all the hate that Maria showed her, despite the fact that she was called a traitor, that she was called the daughter of her enemy, she kept a smile on her face and took everything with patience. If she stopped her, if she put a limit, it is because she wa

she replied with a curt smile. “Oh, that's why she's not here, what's her name?” I asked. “Lisa, I named her after my mother,” “Seems your mom is really special to you?” I asked, cocking my eyebrow, I wanted to know her a bit. “Yes,” “What about your husband? Is he around too?” “No, he's Dead,” Mrs. Maria's tone was almost inaudible when she said ‘he’s Dead’. “What?! Your mom and your husband are dead? You must be really lonely,” my tone conveyed sympathy for her.

I ask. She nods. " Can you handle Maria while I'm running errands?" I laugh. "I can handle my wife, Madre...She just needs to sleep." "Mmm hum....I'm not a child....I can handle myself.". Maria said as she came in behind Madre, drying her hair with a towel. She sat down on the couch and grabbed her laptop. "I can entertain myself with fucking school work." Madre laughs. "Not a child." I give her a look, and she shakes her head. "I'll be back in an hour." She blows her kisses and leaves.

“She's —” “That reminds me. This your maid is disrespectful! You need to discipline her. She doesn't know the right way to speak to others!” The woman placed a hand on her waist. I raised a brow. “Who the hell are you calling a worker?” I narrowed my eyes at her. Miguel sighed. “Nikki, she's not a maid. She's my wife.” He came close to where I was. “Your wife? You've got to be kidding me!” “Why? Are you so shocked about that?” I folded my arms and pursed my lips.

Mia flashed her a smile. "I had no idea you know my husband." Mia's gaze darted to Martinez, observing him with a smirk, "Yes ma'am, we were just discussing business, right sir?" "Uh yeah," Martinez gruffly replied, shifting uncomfortably. "By the way, you have a pretty wife, Mr Martinez," Martinez could sense the sarcasm laced in her voice and his jaw clenched. "Oh, thank you dear," a blush formed on Mrs Martinez cheeks, and Mia almost cackled.

Satisfied? “Something like that”, I retorted. “So, you find me repulsive, now”, she asked again. I am getting worked up over all her questions. Couldn’t she just shut up? Man, we were stranded on an island nobody was on. Couldn’t she get hints? “Where are you heading at again, mi esposa?”, I said in my Spanish accent and she tugged in her head forward, looking into my eyes daringly. “That you now resent your wife because she didn’t notice your stupid years back!”, she said. She actually sounded and I wondered if her background made her this or she made herself this.