My Husband Spoils Me Novels & Stories

my spouse prepared my favorite viands, dried adobo with boiled eggs and chicken pastel that we only eat once every three weeks. We managed it with our salaries. When I sat down, my spouse sat beside me while stirring the coffee in my favorite cup. She scooped a spoonful of viands and rice. “This is so delicious, my Love! I love you,” I said as she fed me. “No one can beat the cooking of my spouse,” I smiled and kissed her on the lips. Suddenly my teaspoon fell on my plate. I lost my appetite suddenly. I pushed the plates away from me and spat out the food in my mouth.

It wasn’t easy to impress Olivia—she’d spent most of our marriage hating my guts so thoroughly, I could’ve gifted her the moon and she’d still call it a rock. “I haven’t really gotten a chance to shop here before!” she mumbled on excitedly. “Now you can. I’ve taken care of everything—the whole place is yours today. All that’s left for you to do… is enjoy it.” “You’re doing all this?” She looked at me with playful suspicion. “Okay, what are you buttering me up for? What's the special occasion?” “Do I need an occasion to treat my favorite person like royalty? You’re my wife, Olivia. Spoiling you is part of the job.”

There were condolences from family and friends, a funny meme from Mindy, and a slew of trending news alerts. The photos on the trending feed showed Albert with a face full of despair. There was also a shot of him ruthlessly slapping Summer twice in the party hall. The term “devoted husband” became linked to his name. The messages from Albert kept coming. [I miss you.] [Please, tell me this is all a lie.] [I should have just taken you with me. This is all my fault.] I gave a sarcastic smile and swiped to the chat with Mindy. [Babe, we can move on to step two.]

I only realized my body was pressed to his chest to thighs a second later and I leaped away, blushing, "Anyone could have heard you, you need to be careful." "I agree," he nodded, "I'm not willing to ruin my reputation because of you and your love for a cliche holiday." If someone asked me to describe my husband in three words, I already knew what words I'd use; grouchy, asshole, and Grinch. I had never met anyone with as much animosity for Christmas as him. He turned and began to head for the plane. After a few steps he looked over his shoulder and frowned, "Is that the fastest setting on your leg?"

Now I know, I understand especially when I think of all the things my husband has done for me. He loves me, he's not ashamed to admit it. He went through a lot just to find me when I ran because he loves me so much, and he's the only one for me. He pays attention to my needs. He's so soft and gentle when he baths and strokes me. He loves and knows how to please me. He has never forced himself on me except for that one time I was begging him to take my pussy, but he took my ass instead. He feeds me with care, love, and so much gentleness and even asked Melody to adjust the meal plan to accommodate all my favorite meals.

he observed, amused. “I have a surprise for you,” I purred, letting my gaze drop to his lips. A slow smile spread across his face. “I like the sound of that.” I led him to the dining room with an exaggerated sway in my hips. Michael was already there, absorbed in his phone. He didn’t glance up. “Dinner smells wonderful,” my husband said. “I made your favorite. Just for you,” I cooed, pouring his wine. “You are a wonderful wife.”

Though he didn't respond to any of my texts and calls recently, I know my husband better than anyone. He may be the wealthiest man I have ever known and had the means to buy women, or at least cheat on me, but I am confident enough that he didn't do any of those. "Of course, I know you're coming home this morning so I cooked you your favorites, honey." I humbly reply and follow him to the dining area despite the cold treatment he bestows on me. Apart from my burning dream of performing in front of a crowd with my dance moves, cooking is also my specialty.

I felt like a kid, his love making me giddy, and love sick like a puppy as a plate was placed in front of me. "I can plate for myself husband," I said, blushing and avoiding everyone's eyes. "I read a book that said husbands should feed their wives, apparently it's romantic." He said, putting food in my plate. "Don't even dare," I stated, seeing his hand come to me with a spoon in hand. I watched him look at me, perplexed, lost only to bring that spoon down. "Throw away that book and burn it." I stated, not wanting to be fed by him especially in front of all these people.

It’s weird on my part because every time I look at him, it’s my husband that I can see and we all know that my husband is not sweet. “Say ahh” is he really like this? He’s spoiling me. What is really is his intention for switching Liro. “You don’t need to do that. I can eat by myself” I said and get the spoon that he’s holding on and help myself to eat. His smile faded and he became serious. He eats quietly while I’m beside him. I think he didn’t like what I did a while ago. He can’t blame me. It’s awkward on my part.

I pouted. "Well, Logan loves me being a brat. He loves me when I'm being a spoiled. He loves everything about me, even my flaws are included. He loves me being a nagger too, so it isn't really a problem." I crossed my arms and smiled. "And even though I can't cook, well at least, I can eat him whole, right? That's the most important thing for our marriage to stay healthy and happy." Their eyes widened as their jaw dropped.