Novel & Cerita My Husband Spoils Me

"That's right! I'm a beast, and you're being eaten by the beast." Roger wasn't angry about Aretha's cursing, but rather excited. Just being able to make love to Aretha, no matter how much Aretha scolds him, he will accept it. Roger did not understand himself. He is a man who holds all the power in his hands, Roger can have as many women as he wants, but why should he spoil a fiendish little elf-like Aretha? And he couldn't help but be mesmerized by her sharpness? Even making love to Aretha gave Roger satisfaction.

– before he stood abruptly. "Excuse me," he muttered, already walking away from the table. But I wasn't watching him. I was watching my wife. The way her eyes followed him out, that flash of... something in her expression. The same look I'd caught glimpses of at the banquet. "See something interesting?" I asked her, my voice cold. She startled, quickly looking down at her plate. "I was just—" "Just what? Admiring the view?" The words came out as a snarl. "Is that what you do, watch other men when your husband's sitting right here?"

"I want you, Arabella. Not as Ethan's wife. Not as a woman I rescued, and certainly not as some helpless victim who needs my wealth." He paused, letting the raw sincerity of his words settle into my chest. "I want you simply because you are you." I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. My thoughts were a chaotic mess. "You heard what your own son said about me, didn't you?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly as the humiliation from earlier resurfaced. “We've been married for over three years... I've known him even longer than that. Yet he thinks I am worthless, boring, and incapable of evoking any real feelings in him. How am I supposed to believe you see me any differently after

"No, dummy. I was thinking about us—not as husband and wife, but as two people sneaking around to do this everywhere." "Is that so?" He caressed her cheek and slid his hand between her legs again. She tried to push him away, but he insisted. "Hmm!" She covered her mouth. "That's why I love you so much." He kissed her and spread her legs further. "I might be obsessed with you, but you know I will only ever love and spoil you, my wife." He whispered seductively, "Having this kind of interaction is amazing, isn't it?" He kissed her deeply as she reached another orgasm.

As I was a light sleeper by nature, he searched the entire world for bedding, personally testing everything just to find what helped me fall asleep fastest. When he learned that my stomach was sensitive, he trained with the family chef for two months and woke up two hours early every day to make me a special meal that wouldn’t upset my digestion. When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession.

As my husband, should he not be worried instead about where I was first? He only cared about my money. I never realized how much he loved money. I did not waste my breath. I simply hung up. I found a chain hotel and checked in. As soon as I lay down, Trevor called again. I simply tossed my phone aside until the battery ran out. I reminisced about all the things he had said to me. He had said that he would take me on a trip around the country. Yet, he never planned even a single trip. He had said that he would buy me a big villa.

He looked worn out. Lisa couldn't help but sigh to see him. She sat down beside him and said, "You should freshen up first and then you sleep." He looked at her and said, "Help me to freshen up." "What?" Lisa stood up instantly and looked down at him in shock. He just told her to help him to freshen up. How could she do that? She never saw a man taking a bath. Though he was her legally wedded husband, she still felt shy, OK?

God I do love his laugh. “I don’t even know how to thank you,”I tell him, hugging him, “That is the best news ever. Even better than the jacuzzis.” “If we had time, I could suggest a few ways you could thank me,” he teases, kissing me lightly. “Raincheck then,” I tell him softly, “Whenever you wish.” *** “Well, I have to say, if we have to be pursued by madmen, at least we’re doing it in style, ”I tell my husband, “This place is something else!”

he smiled, sounding very proud of himself. "Are you sure? The last time you brought me breakfast in bed, Fiona made it," I chuckled. "Not this time around, she didn't," he sat up and looked at me. I looked at him and fell in love again. He had always been thoughtful even when we were married, and he couldn't say he loved me. Even though he kept me away from the people I knew, he took care of me and made me feel like I was loved. I had everything I needed and wanted. He spoiled me rotten and didn't hold back his money from me.

My husband exclaimed, his voice echoing into thin air. “Of course! I’ve made her an aunt. It's now her turn to return the Favour, hahaha!” I laughed briefly. “I miss having you curled up in my arms and passing me the baby face, with your eyes almost popping out of their sockets while you shoot me those puppy looks,” he said, reminding me of my very usual behavior whenever I wanted to be babied. I was always going to be my husband's baby whether he liked it or not. Whether he was in the mood for some pampering duties or he was in beast mode and ready to crush his work goals. It was that bad.