Mr Grouchy Wife Novels & Stories

"OK mother. See you downstairs. I'm going to find Margret." "Yes Cory! "Right there, baby!" Chrissy shouted as Cory thrust into her from behind. The she-wolf screamed in ecstasy as her husband made love to her. It had been awhile, but he was coming around as he began to accept the fact that his ex-mate was dead. "Come on Cory. Tear this pussy up!" She thrashed around on the floor. Her knees were bloodied to how hard Cory was fucking her. He was getting annoyed with her dirty talk, so he grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face down on the carpet, muffling her voice.

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.

Louie was married to a man from a good family, and she was doing much better than Lisa. When Louie said Terry's name, the employees who had joined within the past five years all looked surprised. Was Lisa the ex of Terry White, the CEO of White Maple Group? Lisa and Terry looked like they were part of two different worlds. Lisa did not seem like someone who would ever cross paths with Terry.

I replied smirking at them. "Aaron Malhotra open your fucking mouth right now before I punch you so hard," I nudged glaring at him which made him come out of his dream land. "Everyone meet my mysterious wife, who is mysterious to world. Mrs. Shraddha Aaron Malhotra. The love of my life," he replied grinning. Monkey monster. Jerk. Idiot. Moron. "For how long you both married? How long is your baby?" The same reporter asked who smirked at me.

I said with amusement. "Yeah, I know I'm married to a shameless guy" she exclaimed, grumpily. "Oh, Grumpy much kitten. Need more kisses?" I asked smugly. "I'm not at all grumpy. You see from past few days my husband dwelled in his unending meetings and work stuff that he didn't even had time to spend with his wife and I'm beyond happy about his behavior. I'm not acknowledging your last inappropriate comment though" she said ironically. My kitten became angry.

man, I saw a beautiful lady at the lobby. yh, she is my wife I declared. wife... he shouted with his eye bulging out. when, how? I mean I thought she is one of ur steam off or your new staff probably. Grayson we will discuss that later. "what their reason?I knew my parents comes into my house for a reason "really asking me that you should know already. man we really need to discuss this.one thing about Grayson is his instructive nature always questioning me. "hmmmm ....so what the chase with the deal?

“My husband is Grey Addison. Let me in this minute, or you will regret making a mockery out of your boss's wife.” “Is this some new method in—” Angrily, I pushed my way inside, cutting off his words. “You want proof, huh?” I roared, tired and weak with each word. “Here!” I said, pushing a little frame I had always carried with me towards him. It's a wedding picture of Grey and I. They stopped laughing, each shocked and surprised. “How is this even possible?” “You will know how possible it is after I get in and get you fired for your insolence,” I said, snatching the frame from his hands and marching angrily into the mansion.

I’m such a bad wife. . A. Gupta

Gray senior instructed. “Huh? Are you saying that women are bags of trouble?” Mrs. Gray queried immediately, feigning anger. “Come on honey, you can't pretend like your gender isn’t the reason for all the drama in marriage.” Mr. Gray replied with a smirk. “Oh, so we are trouble, huh? It is fine, just know that you are sleeping in the Dog house today,” Mrs. Gray fired.

"Mr. Chris, Ms. Clark. Mr. and Mrs. Turner Senior are looking for you." Chris yelled toward the doorway, "It's Mrs. Turner! How many times do I have to say it? Carol is my future wife." "Yes, Mr. Chris!" Wesley replied robotically, "You and Ms. Clark should come downstairs promptly to avoid keeping them waiting." Chris was about to lose his temper again, but Carol held him back, saying, "Chris, don't be like this. Wesley is getting older, and you shouldn't argue with him." Chris responded, "Carol, you're just too lenient. That's why they act like they're superior!"