My Husband Is A Big Shot Novels & Stories

"There are so many great guys here too, I've seen some really crazy stuff from other men here and I'm highly impressed." "That's true," she nodded. "But your husband is like on another level of big. My husband looks up to him and that's why we have both been trying to get to talk to you guys, honestly." I had no idea if I should've been flattered by her words or not, but I settled on just being cool.

He said with a smile. I nodded coyly. ' I don't know how to react to him. I've seen him mostly on the cover of business magazines, newspapers and news channels. I barely met him a few hours ago as a successful businessman. Now, I'm going to be his wife. I've agreed with him but I'm feeling adrift. It's the most difficult relationship for me. ' " In case you'll expect it in the future. I'll not take any right of you related to our kids. " He said.

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

“Sometimes, when you fall asleep on my chest, I stay awake just to feel you breathe. It reminds me you’re real.” I swallowed, a tiny ache blooming under my ribs. “You know, a normal husband's snoring. They don’t say things like that.” He grinned. “Normal husbands don’t get you.” I pressed my lips to the back of his hand. “Good, I never wanted normal, anyway.” ---

Douglas roared at Louie, even kicking him for good measure. Clenching his jaw, Louie threw caution to the wind and said, "You can't fire Damian, Mr. Hunter. H-He's Ms. Spencer's husband." What was that? As soon as he said that, both Harry and Douglas were gobsmacked.

From this, I can conclude that her husband is a drunken man who is irresponsible to his family. "How can I be patient? Every day I see you not making any money," Victoria snapped with an angry expression on her face. I winced again as I imagined how Victoria must have felt. Even I, who was a nobody here, felt very annoyed by the big man's behavior. "Goddes, I told you you should have waited! I promise I'll bring you a lot of money and we'll be filthy rich!" The big man said enthusiastically. In the midst of Victoria and her tall husband's conversation, Nicholas and I just sat and watched. Neither Nicholas nor I could figure out what was going to happen.

She sighed loudly and said “My husband will deal with you all I promise! Everyone looked at her as she mentioned the influential CEO as her husband. “Is she crazy?

I nodded rapidly, keeping my face turned slightly away from her, "I know. I appreciate everything you've done for me. You don't know how much it means to me. If not for you, I don't know what would have become of me." Just then, I heard the sound of footsteps drawing nearer and I turned excitedly to watch my husband's gorgeous figure walk into the kitchen. He paused at the entrance, blue eyes swinging between Cora and I. "What's going on here?" He asked. I trailed my eyes over him hungrily as the woman at my side replied him. At over six feet tall, my husband was the definition of a tall glass of water. A form fitting navy blue suit hugged his broad shoulders, wide chest and trim musculature

"Seriously, you have such a sweet husband." The compliment landed like glass in my chest. "Exactly." Sienna pointed at me dramatically. "Do you know how rare men like that are? He loves you like crazy and still gives you breathing space. My cousin got married two years ago and her life practically ended. She's either at work or in the kitchen. The woman can't even blink without asking permission first." A small laugh escaped me and I nodded, forcing a smile onto my face. "I guess I'm lucky." Lie.

His posture was slumped. When he saw me walk in looking radiant and polished, a flash of awe flickered in his eyes, followed by deep insecurity and remorse. “Yvonne, how are you?” he asked anxiously while rubbing his hands together. “I’m well,” I replied while stirring my coffee. “I got a promotion, a raise, and I’m seeing someone new. He’s a good man who knows how to respect people. He doesn’t have any messy female friendships either.” Charles’ face twitched as he lowered his head. “That’s good. That’s great.”