My Flirtatious Substitute Husband Novelas e Histórias

"As young as my wife and just as pretty." "And does she know that you flirt with other women?" said the gorgeous housewife. "Are you going to tell her?" I asked with a conspiratorial playfulness to my tone. "My lips are sealed," she said, using her left hand to run an imaginary zipper across her mouth. Her wedding ring flashed. "Just don't tell my husband I sometimes flirt with other men." "That is a deal," I said, nodding. She stared at the case. Then she gasped. "Tart Sluts? Oh, my, just what are you selling, Mister...?"

I beg not to because I don't have anyone to bully anymore. I sit in front of him, then put my hands on both sides, trapping him in my grasp. I'll slowly move my face towards him. "Why? You can't replace me. I'm your husband, as long you divorce me. I'll agree with you replacing me. If and only if I agree." I jokingly said. "Ha ha ha, not funny. Don't claim yourself as my husband." He sarcastically replies to me as he pushes me back, and I lose balance. I fall on the floor and have my butt hurt.

She didn't bother offering me one because I already made it clear to her with my looks that I would reject it if she does it. "I'll go take a seat over there." I said to Hayden when I couldn't bear getting more pissed and irritated by the sight of her. I turned and walked away, heading towards the table I had pointed out earlier. As I took my seat, I tried not to steal glances at Hayden and Natasha, but I just couldn't help it It was more like Natasha knew that Hayden wasn't my real husband, else why would she be flirting with him in this manner. Still sitting and doing nothing, a young handsome man with grey big eyeballs, light brown hair and a sweet smile walked up to me.

With each phrase he spoke, my chest clenched a little more. "When you saw me on Television, did the only thing you really see in me was Liliana, your wife and not Zaniyah Moore who was your childhood friend?" If I had believed that nothing could be more painful than what he had spoken before, I would not have imagined that his refusal to give me my expected answer would have driven a knife further into my chest. "It's always been Liliana, Zaniyah. I only take you here because I want you to be her substitute. I want you to be my substitute wife."

So he wasn’t married, anyone would easily guess he had a woman because of how matured he looked. “Exactly,” Another woman spoke, and I realized that this was the first time I was seeing her. “Look at Carter, he currently has a beautiful wife by his side.” She said, pointing at Fiona. I scoffed, no one corrected her, and even my husband couldn’t be bothered, his eyes were on me, while he shook his head. I knew what he was trying to say, but I focused on filling my stomach. “Aunty Carole, you made a mistake…”

Whatever hope I had left of him, realizing what I felt for him, was gone the instant he proposed to Kathrine. "You know, all these years, I've waited patiently, hoping that one day you'll wake up and realize how I feel, but as it turns out, I'll be waiting forever because you're marrying my sister in two days." Xavier's thumb reaches out, brushing away a stray tear. I didn't even realize I was crying. "Olivia..." he begins to say, but I cut him off. "Don't." I tell him, "I get it, I do; you'd be bored with someone like me, anyway." I say. Kathrin was the fun, talented one, while I was just me. Plain.

I waited for Felix to meet me, and just before we left, I heard my name. “Tessa,” Sophia smirked. She walked up to me. “ How is your husband in a coma, to be an ex-husband?” people began to mutter and laugh. They whispered saying I wanted to divorce him? I blinked. Almost losing my composure. So I did the first thing that came to mind. “How are your dear husbands? Is Chamberlain warming the bed enough?” The whole room was engulfed in a gasp. They stared at a shy Chamberlain as he evaded their eyes.

“How am I making this a big deal when you face-fucking me and now calling me ugly compared to your brother’s wife?!” He gave me a stern look before he walked past me, went to the bathroom, and closed the door behind him. And just like that, five years of our marriage were in vain. All those moments with him were nothing but what could have been if he were with Anastasia. All the compliments that I was as beautiful as her, it was because he wished that I was her. He never loved me. How could he? I was just his substitute wife.

I held his gaze, waiting to see what he was going to do. He inhaled loudly and grabbed the sweater, making me smile widely. “That’s my pretty boy.” I clapped my hands excitedly and kissed his cheek, and he chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Can’t say no to you, baby,” he said, then he kissed my lips. “Plus, there’s nothing for you to worry about, handsome. You rock anything you wear,” I told him when we pulled apart. “If you keep flirting with me like that, there’s a high chance we might end up naked in bed.” Although his tone was playful, I knew my husband wasn’t entirely joking, so I quickly moved away, causing him to laugh.

Who give me the rough intense passionate sex I've been craving since I was a teenager. So judge me if you want. Call me a cheater. Call me a whore. Say I'm destroying my marriage. But I know the truth. My marriage was destroyed the moment I saw my husband on his knees with another man's cock down his throat. I'm just making the best of the situation I was forced into. And honestly? I've never been more satisfied in my life. The mechanic. The neighbor's brother. Both of them give me what I need in different ways. Both of them make me feel alive and desired and completely satisfied.