My Flirtatious Substitute Husband Novels & Stories

You don't care who's with me last night. "You're in my house woman, you don't have the right to leave this house without letting me know. Don't let it be known right away, you're flirting, you have the courage to bring a man into my house!" I didn't like his hurtful words, my hand immediately hit his face " You don't care if I flirt because you're just my husband on paper! "I went back to what he had told me before He angrily grabbed his jaw and faced me with reddened eyes, he grinned like a demon that scared me.

“Hmm… yeah, keep going… a bit lower.” His hand guided hers further down, past his abdomen, until it hovered over his crotch. “Ah! It’s mostly hurting here… just, uh, slip your hand inside my… pants…” he mumbled, barely holding back a smirk. Before he could finish, Siena yanked her hand away, her eyes widening in shock and shyness. She realized instantly he wasn’t serious, that he was teasing her. For a brief second, surprise overtook her. Her usually cold, distant husband—who barely spoke and always kept his emotions in check—was being playful, even flirtatious. What on earth was going on? Did he swap souls with someone else?

His warm palm was now arresting a fresh sports bra, bringing me to an abrupt stop. “This too is impregnated,” he declared stubbornly whilst I spat, “do not flirt!” “Loosen your tantrum,” my husband blurted, carelessly brushing me off. Shut your mouth, because if I say keep your eyes peeled, so help me God, no more reel will structure my mouth. I threatened. “Sorry.” Step aside, sweetheart. I laughed when I noticed how much my husband was enjoying my dinner after politely sitting down, feet wide apart at a dining table.

"What?! Are you insane? Why would that woman live with us in one house? Do you want to humiliate me?" He responded with total indifference, his words stinging like a whip: "Don’t overreact. Remember well that I am just a substitute husband in a temporary contract on paper, not a real marriage built on love. Irish has lived in my house for years; this is a natural situation and it won't change now for your sake."

she snapped, pushing his hand away. Axel stilled. “…Pervert?” he repeated quietly. “Yes,” she shot back. “You’re not my husband. You’re not my boyfriend. You’re nothing to me.” Her eyes burned into his. “You’re just my co-CEO… or my stepbrother. So don’t act like you know me.” Axel didn’t move didn’t speak. But something inside him Broke His heart..it shattered to pieces She really thinks I hurt her… "You're my wife ain't you?"

"Don't get cocky with me. You seduced him. I saw the way he looked at you this morning. It’s pathetic. Using your body because you have nothing else to offer him." I leaned back in my chair, clicking my pen. "Desmond is my husband. In case you forgot, we’ve been married for three years. It’s not seduction." "He’s mine!" she hissed, her voice cracking. "He was always supposed to be mine. You’re just the substitute. The girl who stepped in because I wasn't around to take the crown. You’re a placeholder, a warm body to keep his bed busy until I was ready to take my spot back."

Chapter 6 Looking at the woman’s awkward face, Vince smirked. His heart felt happy for some unknown reason every time he teased her. Hugging her forcefully, he whispered in her ear, “Now, you can feel that I am your husband, right?” His warm breath sent a shiver down Emmy’s spike but his words made her scoff in contempt. Husband! Who the heck told you that I wanted to feel you as my husband? Emmy gave it her all and struggled to free herself but the man was not giving her any chance. After what seemed like an eternity, and after she felt like all the energy in her body had been depleted, Emmy finally gave up.

"I need you to marry Caleb. You can ask for anything in return." Steven, who said this, was as condescending as ever. Sophia stood next to him and frowned, but she said nothing. I refused instantly. "Your son can deal with the trouble he's caused. I don't have time for this game of substitution." Upon hearing my rejection, Steven didn't pester me any further. He only left his contact information. "Give me a call if you change your mind." He seemed confident that I would eventually agree to his request.

“Bu...t… B… I stammered, unable to find the right words. I don't even know this man and he wants me to marry him. Isn't that crazy? “Relax, I'm not attracted to you, it's just a contract marriage. I need a wife to avoid an arranged marriage with someone I do not love and you wanna get back at them, yeah? I will let you make use of my resources to have your revenge and we can get divorced after then. So it's a win-win.” He explained. “You are so calculative, who do you think you are?” I scoffed, regaining some of my composure. “I'm Brandon Ford.” He replied.

When I turn around, he's staring at me in shock. "Today's your birthday? Is your husband here to celebrate with you?" I narrow my eyes at him. "I don't have a husband; it's just Dakota and me. Why?" He looks away and then smiles slightly. "Two beautiful ladies like you shouldn't be celebrating alone," he says as he comes to my side. Oh, he's flirting. That's a nice change. Most men just insult me because they get tired of me busting their balls. I guess a little harmless flirting is okay.