Novel & Cerita Peanut Butter Gamer Wife

He asked as he raised his eyebrows. "I'm allergic to peanuts," She replied to him as she dropped the chocolate on the desk, and he bit his bottom lip embarrassingly. He should've tried to find out what she wanted, right? It was a shame that he didn't even know her allergies all the time that they were married. "Uhm... Sorry, I didn't know that..." "No, it's fine. Tate loves peanuts. I will give it to him later. Thanks for this," She said to him politely, and he raised his eyebrows. He immediately felt his blood pressure rise at the sound of that. What the fuck!

I might have imagined it, because in the next moment, he nods sheepishly to my words. “Cheers to that, partner. Lacto-intolerant Gabe, and peanut allergy Sera; just perfect.” I smile hesitantly. “So, who do you hate the most in Raven Wood?” Rather than respond, Gabe’s texting on his phone, barely registering my words over the loud notification sounds he’s getting. “Mine’s Artemis, thanks for responding.” I mutter under my breath, feeling annoyed but deciding to let it go. “I guess the game’s over.”

Jack Lewis was CEO of one of the most successful enterprises in Las Vegas, William Groups and Industries. One year ago, he married Serena Williams. She was the only daughter of Mathew Williams, the Chairman of Williams Industries. Jack and Serena met at a party organized by a common friend. Serena was influenced by Jack's charm only at first sight. Serena was a rich heiress while Jack came from average family background. Seeing Serena showing interest in him, Jack deliberately tried to get closer to her with the hope of getting into a rich family. He invited her to the dance floor to which she happily agreed.

Jack poked Wayne and asked, "Don’t you think Gary has been acting weird lately?" Wayne, who was playing game, was caught off guard by Jack’s words. He put away the game console and said, "You noticed it too?" When he saw Jack nodding, his expression turned serious as he said, "Actually, I have long suspected that Gary is in his menopause!" He thought, ‘Otherwise, there is no way to explain his moodiness during this time.’ “Pfft.” Bradley sitting in the front row could not help laughing.

I looked at the scattered cards on the table and sneered in secret. These card games were nothing to me. I was only refamiliarizing myself earlier. It was my turn to shine. As expected, I got the upper hand in the next round. I held my cards as I swept my gaze across all participants. Then, my gaze landed on Liam. I smiled and immediately instructed him. “Liam, you should feed Harry a cherry tomato with your mouth. You can’t drop it.” Harry Smith was a famous pervert. He was not married despite being in his 30s. He always stared at everyone with a perverted gaze. He had been staring at Liam.

Even blew on it like she was kissing a boo-boo. I saw red. "Rachel! You're touching him? Right in front of me?" She didn't even flinch. "Aaron actually knows how to treat a woman. Unlike you—you're just an animal. You pound away until I feel torn apart. Aaron is gentle. He's rich. What do you have that he doesn't?" Each word hit me like a knife to the chest. This was my wife. The woman I married. We'd been so happy once. I'd done everything for her.

But I was already inside that crack, pushing, spreading it wider with every roll of my hips, and every filthy word I fed him. And thirty thousand feet above the earth, with his sweet, innocent wife waiting at home sending desperate texts, Leon’s control has already started slipping, one dangerous, delicious inch at a time.

Sweat gathered on their foreheads. I walked closer and signaled Gabriel to pick up the phone one of them had dropped in shock. I needed to see the woman they claimed to have seen with me. Gabriel picked it up and held it up for me to see. It was a trending news video. The headline made me freeze: “Wife of Stanmore Global CEO Pushes her Husband's Mistress Down The Stairs " Gabriel tapped play. The video showed a woman lying helplessly on the floor in a pool of blood. Then the angle shifted—

And slowly, I walked into Jake’s bedroom without conscious thought. His room still smelled like him. Baby lotion. Baby oil. I could still spot a couple of toys on the floor. My fingers brushed against the tiny clothes hanging neatly in his wardrobe, and the softness of the fabric sent a fresh wave of pain through me. This was all that was left of him. Clothes that would never be worn again. Toys that would never be played with. A bed that would never be slept in. Asher, my husband, has been through hell, too. I know that. I see it in the way his jaw tightens whenever Jake’s name is mentioned. But unlike me, he keeps his emotions locked away.

I was eating like a pig, shovelling food down my throat as if I could force the change through sheer stubbornness, but Red stayed hidden. In a sudden burst of frustration, I slapped an enormous, absurd amount of peanut butter onto a sandwich. The thick paste oozed from the sides as I bit into it aggressively. I didn’t care. In the past month, I had gone through ten whole boxes of peanut butter. Ten! I had read online that peanut butter could help with weight gain, so it became my closest companion. My entire day revolved around two things: meals that would help me gain weight, and exercises that would build my muscle strength.