Obsessed With My Husband Novels & Stories

“For how long will you continue staring at me like that?” Devyn sat upright purposely. He chuckled. “As long as I'm able to picture out the answers in your eyes. How was your date with Greta?” “I know you're going to ask about that. It was quite exhilarating. She's just obsessed.” He said with a pout. “But you're married. Didn't she know?” Richard cocked his head as he looked intently into his eyes. “Does it matter? When you desperately want something, other things don't matter.”

"No, i already ate my supper out!" How selfish. I thought. That he would have his own dinner out and not take me along or bring me anything. Like I never existed. I longed for a relationship where my husband loved me. Where he took me to eat out and gave me warm kisses and hugs. I was starting to wish of a new lover. If only I would be blessed enough to be granted a young lover who was still willing to love me even after finding out I had an old obsessive and abusive husband wouldn't have been a bad idea. I spent my day during the trip fantasizing about him. What he would look like. I dreamt of him. I had seen him in my dreams, fantasies.

I lean back in my chair as memories of the previous night slowly trickle to the surface. My entire body is still deliciously sore from being folded like a pretzel all that night long. Silvan has always had quite the stamina, and I honestly do not mind because I crave him as much as he does me. I release a long breath, playing with the wedding band on my finger. My husband makes marriage feel so easy. I love the way he yearns for me. The way he can never, ever seem to get enough. Silvan Rourke is obsessed with me, extremely, crazily obsessed.

“Exactly! He’s too good. If I ever meet him, I’m proposing on the spot. My husband will understand.” I smirked despite myself. That was Seirra: a hurricane in lipstick, brutally honest, obsessed with whoever her current muse was, and somehow balancing a whole marriage while creating chart-topping BL. Meanwhile, I was here in Pittman Mansion, eating leftover noodles and convincing myself that the world would someday love my angsty drawings.

He stood alone in his office, city lights flickering beyond the glass, chest tight with something that felt dangerously like panic. Who did I marry? The thought landed heavy. Slowly, he turned to his assistant. “Get me everything,” he said. “Sir?” “Every record. Every job. Every skill. Every information you can get your hands on.” His eyes darkened, “I want to know exactly who my wife was.”

And I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Her excitement was making me equally excited. If my husband thought suggesting an open marriage was a good idea, he was about to learn just how wrong he was.

"It was with my father's wife." Silence. Sarah blinked but kept her gaze steady. "Go on." "She was... intoxicating," he admitted, eyes now lost in the memory. "Beautiful. Sharp. She knew exactly how to manipulate everyone around her-and I was too young, too arrogant to care." He took a sip of his untouched whiskey now, as if the burn in his throat helped him stay grounded. "I thought I was in control. But I wasn't. She wanted me, and I let myself be wanted. Obsession crept in from both sides, until we were meeting in secret rooms, locked away from the world like criminals."

At this point, he was beginning to get on my nerves seriously and to be honest, everything felt like he was doing it on purpose, I could not just pinpoint why Stephen would want to annoy me on purpose, unless he was trying to get back at me for something and honestly, it could be anything. "And you are acting like a nonchalant husband who only follows whatever his grandfather says. I mean, I am right here, talking about the wellbeing of our child and all you can say is that I am acting like the first pregnant woman to ever exist? This is the future of our child that I am talking about here, why should I be the one to be worried about the future of our child when you are the man here?" I rubb

Either this is just mutual physical attraction we feel. It's impossible not to feel attraction when two people are staying in the same bed! Especially when both of us have been single all twenty-five years of our lives. Suddenly, I don't feel happy anymore. Reality is harsh! "What's wrong with you suddenly?" Cooper asks. I pass him a small smile. "Nothing" "Are you lost in your so-in-love-with-you obsessive husband?" he cackles. It freaks me out now. "He's not obsessive and definitely not so in love with me", I pause right after I realise I shouldn't let him know that we're in a marriage of dispute!

He took a deep breath, searching for the right words to describe the horrors she had endured. “Sir, I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but your wife Jenny has been suffering a lot of maltreatment at the hands of her family. They’ve been pressuring her to marry someone they believe would mistreat her and turn her life into a living hell. They thought that you—with your cruel and harsh reputation—would be the perfect candidate for that role. Unfortunately, their plan seems to have worked. You’ve started showing your true nature toward her by coming home late, which caused her to catch a cold.”