My Husband Spoils Me Novels & Stories

“Baby, you’re quiet. What’s wrong?” I didn't melt into his hold like I always did. “Nothing. Just thinking about my art exhibition.” “Don’t worry, it will be perfect.” He stroked my hair. His voice was velvet laced with poison. “It’s your night. I’ve even hired an elven soul-healer to make sure you’re at your absolute best tomorrow.” Tears burned behind my eyes. I refused to let them fall. Such a caring husband. Such a perfect lie. For five years, he had spoiled me like this.

He was smiling goofily now, his hand ending up in mine, holding and stroking the back with his thumb. "So, my wifey. What is the first thing you would like your husband to do?" he asked suggestively. "Umm, I'd like my hubby to surprise me a little," I replied with a giggle. But he put one arm around my back and the other under my legs and carried me to sit on his lap, making me squeal with delight. "Very well then! Get ready, because I'm going to spend these last six days spoiling my lovely wife," he said, kissing me.

Then he help me sit properly on the bed, placing pillows on my back so i can rest it on the head board. “ Thank you, I can't believe the famous Clyde Harlington will serve me food in bed.” I tried to lighten the mood but he still looked worried and guilty. When I was about to grab the spoon he took it and started to spoon feed me. I chuckle when I remember I did the same when he was sick. I feel like a spoiled wife right now. “ What? Are you a shy kitten?” He asked, smiling finally. “ Now I feel much better seeing the smile of my handsome husband. I think you're my medicine.” I cringe on the last part of the sentence because it sounds so cheesy.

“Roman thinks I’m whipped.” “Well, you are,” she teased, bumping her shoulder into mine. “Yeah, but I’m your whipped,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Her eyes softened, spoon pausing midair. “You're the best husband ever.” “And you,” I said, patting her baby bump, “are gonna be the most spoiled baby on the planet.” She beamed, resting her hand over mine. “With a dad like you? Definitely.”

You're turning into an early bird and it's making me look like the lazy, spoiled bride, I teased, grabbing a mug and sitting next to him at the counter. "Well, you are Raymond's wife, of course you should be spoiled and pampered, in fact you are free to wear a crown and give commands and I'd gladly be at your service, My lady.” “ Another reason is because someone’s pancakes have set the bar too high,” he smiled, taking a sip. “I don’t want to lose my breakfast throne.” I chuckled and took a sip of my coffee. It was hot and slightly bitter—just the way I prefer it. I watched as my man, a business mogul, acting like a child, I couldn't contain my laughter and started blushing.

"Sometimes I think you're too capable. You can handle everything on your own." His voice was filled with laughter, but there was a hint of seriousness. "I hope you won't keep a strong front when you're with me. Sometimes, you can be spoiled and willful. As my wife, you don't need to do or endure anything. All you have to do is wait for me to spoil you." She could be unreasonable, coquettish, and pretentious. He had long been her henpecked husband, crawling at her feet and ever ready to offer her everything.

Grabbing the spoon from Silas' hand, I started feeding him. He closed his eyes and sang as he was eating the oatmeal, "Mhmmm…" I thought he was going to praise his cooking skills but my husband didn't leave a stone unturned to praise me. "This is so amazing after I got a taste of you." He said in his throaty voice. Wow! My husband's flirting skills are top-notch. He said, stroking my lips with his thumb, "Always keep smiling like this, wifey. Let others get jealous of you."

My hands were shaking from the rage, and the humiliation of being cheated on crashed over me like a tidal wave. I frantically called Jenna to demand an explanation, but she never picked up. It wasn't until 8:00 pm that Ansel opened the front door with practiced ease and carried the drunken Jenna in. My expression was gloomy as I blocked his way. "You may leave now. I'll take care of my wife." I reached out to take her from his arms, but she shoved me away. "Go away! I only want Ansel to stay with me!" Ansel shot me a triumphant grin, his eyes gleaming with unwavering determination. "I'll do it, Mr. Crane. I'm used to taking care of her.

The haze that's been surrounding me lifts a little more. With a last sip of soup, I finish what's in the bowl and relish the feel of a full stomach. My husband, who is very stingy with smiles, offers me a weary one and moves the tray to the side table. In his shoes, I would be going crazy if he did this to me. The strain shows in his eyes and I want to take away all the pain and heartache he's suffered.

“She was jealous of us being together. Apparently, she ‘deserves' me not you. As if I’m some kind of catch.” “You are a catch,” I grin at my husband. “No. You’re the catch babe,” he says nuzzling the portion of my side with no bruising. “But that was seriously her reasoning?” “Yip.” “How did I manage to surround myself with so many crazies?” “Not only that…how did you date such an ugly fucker?” My eyes widen and I burst out laughing so hard, my side actually hurts. My husband grins at me and crawls up my body, careful not to put any weight on me as he gently kisses my lips. Xander’s arms are definitely my home.