Novel & Cerita My Husband Is A Big Shot

I quickly took out my phone and typed it in the G****e search bar and I almost collapsed when I saw their net worth. Wait, so Owen, my contract husband, was the owner of the biggest networking industry in Michigan? This is the man I'm getting married to? A man that could buy the whole United States and still have lots of cash left. No wonder he's a workaholic, who'd have time to rest when managing something this huge? He snapped his fingers in front of me and I realized I had been staring at him for a while. “You have something you wanna say before you go in?” He asked and I pointed at him shakily.

It wasn’t fair that he always got away with everything just because he acted like a clown. "Right, you are. Well, I know the type of wife you are—the one who goes to bed early and doesn’t question her husband, who works all day to give you everything you need." "Of course! You do whatever you want, and I have to sit here and take it in silence." "Exactly, my love. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get up early tomorrow." "But you don’t work tomorrow." "Still, I have an important outing."

“And this time I want you to thank your husband for sharing you.” “Thank you, Jimmy,” I moaned loudly between each hard thrust. My voice broke with pleasure. “Thank you for letting this biker ruin your wife’s holes.” Jimmy was standing nearby now, stroking himself again as he watched his wife get completely destroyed by another man. His eyes were wide with lust and love mixed together. Seeing him like that only made me wetter. Jax’s thrusts became faster and more erratic. His muscles tensed, and his breathing grew rough. “Gonna fill you up again, slut.”

Joy nearly gagged. This guy is unbelievably slick. She picked up her teacup, expression unchanged, voice low, a touch apologetic. "My husband's not a fan of me staying in close contact with old male classmates. Sorry about that." Borrowing Nathaniel's "husband" title for this one shouldn't be an issue, right? You'll never know either way. Ha. Henry's brow creased. "You're married?" His voice climbed, uncontrolled. The whole table turned to look.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m just anybody. I’m your boss *and* your husband.” “Temporary husband,” I reminded him. “‘Til death do us part.” He smirked, dripping with sarcasm. “Is it so hard to keep the rest of the vows? Why are you always fixated on death and dark stuff?” “Life made me this way.” “Life’s kicked me down plenty, yet here I am… standing in front of the CEO of Clifford, one of the richest, most powerful men in the world… and my husband.” When I was near this man, all I wanted was for him to take me, his body holding such power over mine.

The other villagers joined in, laughing harder. "Exactly! The person we're welcoming is a world-renowned archeologist expert, and she's also the wife of the billionaire, Mr. Rupert Kingston!" one exclaimed. "Mr. Kingston is a model husband who's even been interviewed by The Daily Newspaper before," someone else added. "He would always cook for his wife, no matter how busy he is, and he's still very sweet and intimate with his wife even after five years of marriage!" "You? Seriously?" another villager scoffed. "Do you think your life is a fairy tale? You're not even worthy to dust the shoes on his feet!"

She had to rush back to the office to finish up a dress for a client's wedding next week. I wanted to tag along and go watch her work, but she wouldn't have it. She instead reminded me of the no strings rule. Like I hadn’t heard it the first dozen times. Like she didn’t already have every string in my chest wrapped around her fingers. “He said something that struck me, though.” Sharon pauses and pours another glass before she continues. “He said his wife is glowing..like..happier and sex-sated glow. He also said he asked to meet her partner.”

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”

Bree’s POV I'm married to a billionaire businessman, hot, tall, fucking dirty. His company is the most talked about and most needed, and you’d think it's because he sells the best materials or offers the best rates… Maybe he indeed sells the best material; my pussy. Yes. Fucking sick, right? It's safe to say my husband is a pussy tycoon, a pussy dealer.

“We’re at a party... and my husband...” “Husband?” he echoed, his eyes dancing with dark amusement. “Last I checked, you said it was an open relationship. Or did you just lie so I’d fuck you?” He smirked, leaning in closer. She barely heard his words; she was too busy inhaling the scent of expensive bourbon and musk on his skin. It was intoxicating. Her body was a traitor, leaning into him, begging for the very thing she knew she shouldn't have. “We are...” she started to protest, but he didn't let her finish.