Novel & Cerita My Handsome Husband

Desmond asked before stretching his hand to me. "This is Melissa, my wife." "And that's exactly what I said isn't it?" Adele asked with a cocked brow. "Adele," Dylan warned, shaking his head and squeezing her wrist softly. "Melissa, this is Mr Dylan Harrison - Isab– my late wife's father." "It's so nice to meet you Mr Dylan," I reached for his outstretched hand and shook as politely as I could. His hand was soft yet his grip tight. "You're such a sweet sounding lady. It's almost like I knew you before," His eyes dug into my face and I chuckled nervously.

I really don’t want to leave Ashley alone, but I have to deal with Kane. I will humiliate him so badly that he won’t know what else to do with his life. “Welcome Don.” “Thank you Santiago, let’s get to business. I need to get back to my wife.” I miss her already. “You would make me marry my girlfriend.” “Oh please do.” “She’s in anger management bro.” “Then leave her.” “I can’t. She gives the best, mind-blowing blowjob, don't get me started on the doggy style, ooo.”

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

By the time I looked, there were two words: Room 306. He is photogenic, but his pictures do not do him justice enough. I drummed my red acrylic nails on the champagne flute that I was clutching with so much force that I feared it would break. It’s the least I can do to still and steel the nerves dancing around my body. Frank, my husband, is fucking handsome - a head-turner with sharp cheekbones, lush facial hair, and biceps that stick out of his t-shirt. But the man in front of me is something else.

I peeped on his hairy chest which had some salted drops of sweats rolling off his chest and dripping on my breasts . I took in his masculine features as we continue our happy moments . My fingers find shelter in his messy hairs as my mouth parted . I kissed him on his shoulders feeling his warm chest . He reacted happily as he sensed my open mouth kisses . My fingers moved down on his broad back depositing my nails on his flesh . He was very broad and masculine . I was touching me to my heart contented . He wasn't lean like some young guys . He was near his thirties . A full grown mature man who knows well to please his wife . The man who was devouring me and making me breathless by his act

She also complimented him, "You look handsome too." "So you're saying I was not handsome before?" Cedrick pursed his lips and joked. The atmosphere was less tense than before. Catelyn raised her brow. "Handsome. My husband has to look handsome every day. You just look remarkably handsome today. Not even our cute sons are as handsome as you are." Suddenly, Cedrick squeezed her hand. It was not too hard or soft, yet it struck her heart. For a moment there, she could not help and wanted to hug him.

It made us realize how hungry we are. "I'm just seeing that my husband is so handsome," I responded to his question with a shy smile. It's anyway right, my sight looking at his charming face and admiring it all the time. He is the most handsome man in the world, for me. He is the one who had my heart, my life, and my soul in his hand. He chuckled happily to my response and it made my heart flutter. His smile made me feel that many butterflies were flying in my stomach at the same time.

Sarah said, holding Lily's hand. Sarah was right. The man was indeed incredibly handsome. Handsome enough to knock the air out of her. His head tilted in her direction, those dark, indifferent eyes holding emotions as they found her. A slow, half-smile lifted his lips. She smiled back at him, but inside, she was melting like ice cream on a hot summer day. "That's... that's my husband." Sarah's eyes cracked open wide, her mouth becoming a big O. "Girl, now I know why you were hiding him from us all this time! He's a handsome devil!"

I shuddered on the impact and momently looked at him and then again casted my eyes down. I had noticed how he had clean shaven his beard today. His hair were styled to perfection. He was wearing the tuxedo she had chose for him. He is a handsome man. Too handsome to believe he will be my husband..... My forced husband….. My contracted husband….. Man like him; with those callous hands and tall height. Broad shoulders and perfect body. Neatly shaped eyebrows and with specks of playboy traits. Bundles of dollars and looks of model don't go after girls for offering marriage contract!

The trees swayed gently with the wind, the grass looked freshly trimmed, and even the birds seemed happier than me. In fairness, Dad actually had good taste. Before I could continue admiring the surroundings, I heard someone call my name. “Ma’am Aria!” I turned and found Ansel washing the black Mercedes we had used yesterday. “Oh, Ansel. Want some milk?” I asked while watching him struggle against a bucket of soapy water. “No po. Tapos na po,” he smiled. I nodded before immediately getting to the point. “Anyway, Ansel. Have you heard anything about my fiancé?”