Mr Grouchy Wife Novels & Stories

I opened the door. Jane stood before my bedroom with her arms crossed. Anna and Liam stood behind her while angrily glaring at me. I had to turn away from them to hold my laughter in. Liam was wearing a fitting white cashmere, and his chest was already a little bigger than yesterday. Apparently, the wish that I had made to the ring was already working. When Jane saw me remaining indifferent after I opened the door, she grew even more furious. “Look at you! You’re a total mess! Why did you fight with Anna and lock yourself up in the room? Is this how a husband should act? You’re not a gentleman!”

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

Miss Roy will think otherwise. When Bea realized Griffon was not going to stand by her side, her eyes widened in shock. "A few days ago, Griffon, we had sex in your office. Then, this entire issue was something we—“ Griffon’s expression darkened suddenly as Bea was about to say something inappropriate. Then he hurried forward and gave her a forceful slap. "Stop talking nonsense! Have you gone insane? I adore my wife dearly. How am I going to have sex with you? In addition, you're a really unclean and arrogant woman. How could someone like you pique my interest?”

Victoria crossed her arms, her tone turning vicious. "Ethan, I have had enough of you. You can't get your act together, fine, you drag me down—fine. But now your whole family's pulling the same crap? Showing up in rags to crash my IPO, then trying to pin it on my employees to squeeze money out of us?" "Jason works for me, and I will not let you defame him! And now you want money? You're out of your mind!" I looked at her—polished face, perfect makeup, dripping in jewelry, completely indifferent to the fact that her own father was lying out there bleeding out. Whatever was left of what I'd felt for her finally died.

“I need you to answer a few questions. Do it well and there will be more waiting for you later.” She smiled vaguely, already softening under the influence. “Okay.” I started slow. “Tell me your name.” She frowned, searching through the fog in her mind. “Mariah.” “Mariah what?” Another pause. “Mariah Vaughn.” “Good. And who are you married to?” “Nathaniel,” she said after a moment. “Nathaniel Vaughn.” I nodded encouragingly. “Very good. Now tell me, has your husband treated you well?”

But he couldn't help it. He switched on his new TV set at the far corner of the room. As expected, news about the arrival was everywhere. The headline read-Mr Mike Verrrati and his unusually beautiful and lovely wife back. There were visuals of the couple walking down the flight stairs down to a sea of reporters and bodyguards. "What sorta headline is that?" He asked rhetorically. "What makes her beauty unusual?" He was angry and he knew it wasn't actually the headline that annoyed him. He took the remote to switch the channel but something stopped him. The TV visuals had switched to a crime scene. Police blockade were seen as an ambulance was parked at a corner. Different police men moved a

She was my wife after all. I tapped my foot in frustration. Why was she taking so damn long to get ready? Suddenly, when I looked up at the stairs Gia was coming down. Fuck was she a sight. She wore a tiny black dress and heels. Her lips were painted in red, and her hair was straightened, swaying with every step she took. She looked...beautiful. "Took you long enough," I grumbled as she stood in front of me. She pouted, but said nothing. We drove to my favorite restaurant in town, a low key place that wasn't even that fancy or expensive. My mother used to take me there when I was younger.

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

Meryl even mentioned that she wanted Gary to use my money to give her a grand wedding. Gary's response in the video was to reach down and lightly pinch Meryl on the cheek. He spoke to her in a whipped manner, "Don't worry. Merry will live to be a hundred years old!" The people who watched the video on my phone looked like they were about to puke. They looked at me with pity in their eyes. "That woman had indeed been a cougar! She's revolting!"

Another message popped up, "Tell no one if you want to live." "Nothing!" Adriana retorted sharply," I just need to...." "Nathan!" Someone yelled from afar and Adriana twisted in the direction the voice came from. Rodriguez and his wife. He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt that showed his bubbly nature and grey shorts that exposed a little more than his tanned thighs. His wife, on the other hand, was dressed in a long summer gown that had printed hibiscus all round and fitted well with her fashion sense and comfort.