My Friend Husband Novels & Stories

Mason says to her and Bella has to fight the urge not to bury her face in the man’s neck and breath in his scent. He smells so good and so—just so good. “Why are you here?” She managed to say and she feels stupid for sounding so weak and so affected by the man “Gabriel’s my friend.” No shit, Sherlock...Bella says in her head. “So, you knew he’s my husband but—but you still gave me what I wanted?” “What was it that you wanted, what did I give you?” God—that voice, that jawline, Bella is getting turned on but she stands strong.

He doesn’t move away, and somehow, that makes it harder to breathe. “Jordan is my husband’s best friend.” The words land heavy between us. His gaze sharpens, and for a moment, something fear, maybe recognition flashes in his eyes before he exhales and looks away. A wave of guilt crashes through me. I hate that I’m dragging this man, this beautiful, gentle soul who’s done nothing but make me feel wanted again into the chaos I call my life. He’s given me something to look forward to, even if I can’t admit that out loud.

Im such a sweet faithful husband because her friend tried seducing me and I didn’t fall for it, I deserve husband of the year award. Yeah either that or it’s because I’m gay.

If he spoke like that again, then I could be sure, her smooth cheeks would turn bright red from the hard smack of my hand. "Oh, not really. My best friend is actually a busy man, so he doesn't have time to look for his own woman. So are you ready to dance with him? At least you should see my best friend's face first. If you don't like him, then you can leave him." If it wasn't for my dear husband, I would never have done this. Really not my style at all. "Hmm, interesting. All right, I'll give it a try. Now where is your friend?”

"His my best friend Maru. And the mere fact that he called me and told me he wants to see me means that he already moved on." "How can you be so sure?" "I know him well." I just said. He smirked. "Its good that you know your BEST FRIEND well. What about your husband?” I pursed my lips. I didn’t like what he just said and the tone of his voice. "Yes Maru, I don't know you well. Except for the fact that your family is rich and your my husband! Happy now?!" I hissed. I saw pain in his eyes. But I just brush it off.

"Why is this so difficult for you to understand he is my husband and you are my friend those are two totally different things... Our relationship can simply not just be the same as it was before in the past and I hope that you can understand this...." I wish that a little bit of realisation would seep into his eyes but rather he was just giving me wide-eyed stares as if everything I was saying to him was some kind of bombshell that was dropping one after the other mercilessly when they were just things that you were supposed to know at this point without anyone even needing to tell him especially me if he was going to end our friendship because I couldn't be the same person I was before when

But I was ready for whatever they were about to bring. “I can assure you that whatever you heard is the wrong thing..your husband and I are good friends. If there is ever anything wrong we can sort it out. If we can't though, we won't involve you. We're men.” Did he think I was stupid or had you lost every sense of being?. “How stupid do you think I am? Stay away from my husband, I won't seek you out to tell you again. At that point, you'll be the one running after me and begging for mercy. But I won't show you any mercy. Mark my words.”

He grinned. "No, no. What I mean by a friend—I mean a real friend." He leaned forward like he was revealing some grand secret. "I want us to be close. Like, I want to be able to pop up where you live, hang out, talk. A real friend. You know? I’ve never had a real friend before. And when I saw you, I knew one thing—you were either going to be my wife or my best friend. Since I already shot my shot at the whole husband thing, and that failed… spectacularly…" I stared at him.

"My friend" "Hi, you are her friend. I am Cameron Lewis, her husband," he said, sensing something about them. He did not want to care about what her past looked like; all he knew was that he was married to her and there was no way he would let some small fry rattle him now.

“I’m your boyfriend, and I can’t stand you visiting your ex every week. I’ve had enough of this situation—you’ll have to make a choice: him or me.” “Jack.” She looked at him with weariness. “You’re a good man, and I’ve really enjoyed your company, but as I told you before, I won’t let you meddle in my son’s matters or his relationship with his father. I have every right to visit Pablo because, besides being my son’s father, he’s my friend.