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I can't help but to ask seeing the irritation on his face. But then he shake his head and step closer to me snaking his left arm around my waist possessively hugging me from behind. "No" he later on said "I just don't want you to mention a fucking man's name when we're talking" he utter lowly as his hand left hand finds it's way to my stomach doing a circular motion. I blink my eyes unconsciously eyeing him in disbelief. Why do he sounds possessive in my ears? I mentally shake my head. No, of course it's rude to mention a man's name when we're talking because we're married. He's my husband and I am his wife after all.

I feel like I have been talking for hours, I am surprised he is still listening with full concentration. "People love in different ways, maybe that's his way of loving you." He should do this professionally when he stops playing basketball. "I know my husband loves me, it's not even used for debate but he is so passive at showing it." Right from the beginning, I get it he is shy but how long is he going to be shy? We are fucking married. I stretched my legs sitting down comfortably on the elevator's floor with Wilder beside me. "Can you believe my husband has never gotten possessive over me, gotten jealous or ever had to fight for me?" Like seriously dude, I am a fucking hottie.

"Why?" "You know she's too possessive and innocent. She won't be happy to know that her husband is out here doing something he shouldn't." "Oh is it, then same pinch. My husband is also possessive and too sly but you know how smart I am to outright him under his eyes." "Ofcource how can I miss the brain with beauty." He sassied making her flip her hair proudly. "Bu-" "Now Shhh." He said coming close back in a second which automatically shut her mouth making her gasp.

He whispered. Then, I remembered the reason I needed to talk to him. I sat up and looked into his eyes. "I need your help...please..." I whispered, barely audible. His expression changed. From gentle loving husband to fierce alpha. The difference between the two was subtle at first, but they both radiated strength, dominance, and protectiveness toward me. "Anything for you." I smiled at him but it soon fell when I remembered what I needed his help with. My hand quickly went to the necklace that hung around my neck. Slowly it unraveled until it revealed the pendant underneath.

he says snuggling into me tighter. "I'm sorry... When you get to the office do not forget what we spoke about last night" I remind my husband He pulls a face "What did we speak about last night?" he looked genuinely confused. His hair in his eyes. I sweep his hair out of his face… "You telling people you married. You do not have to say to who, but I want to be possessive" I pout childishly He smiles kissing my forehead… “My beautiful wife is allowed to be as possessive as she wants...” he turns serious. “Do not worry love. I promise to make the headlines today..." he promises

If there's one thing I know it's the fact that my husband might be a mafia but he's not evil and I'm holding onto that till my very last breath, Looking at him, I could sense the impatient in his eyes, he could wait to have me in his arms, with our baby were going to start a new home, a new life…free from the enemies, just us our child against the world Our love story might not be perfect, heck…it has many ups and downs, but at least I have those memories to hold onto. I won't forget my husband who made me what I am today, Lucus I hope you look at me from the beyond and be proud of me, you taught me to follow my heart and that is what I did I and Nicklaus are finally back and I hope you prot

Even after they enter the office, I am still standing there. The only thought in my mind is 'his wife.' I never knew he was married, there are no pictures, or even a paragraph about such a thing. I don't know how I get back to my office, much less to sit around my desk, but all I know now is that I lost my appetite, and I feel sick to my stomach. Mr Cross is married. He has a wife, who was a dog that wears a yellow onesie and is being pushed around in a stroller like a child.

He no longer sounded like the calm and reserved gentleman he portrayed earlier. "Alright, I believe you are aware that your wife still has an interest in my boyfriend." "It appeared more like your supposed boyfriend showing interest in my wife," he countered. "Listen, I won't argue with you. You are the man here, so try to keep your wife in check." I said sternly. "Now, you listen. You have no right to speak about Susan that way! She's my wife, and I won't tolerate any disrespect towards her in my presence," he defended Susan.

At first, he was firm in his decision about me and our son being homeschooled and said that we couldn't change his mind, but Nathan and I firmly disagreed with it, and he had no choice but to give in or we won't talk to him. Zachary's possessiveness went to the highest level since we married. Every time we were outside together, he will stick beside me, or his arm always wrapped around my waist, and when he saw a man flirting with me, he would go caveman to a particular guy. There's an incident when we went to a bar to celebrate our first marriage anniversary. He got into a fight because he saw a guy talking to me when he returned from the comfort room. He confronted the guy, and that guy ha

I asked, still no sign of any guards near the fence. He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "I could've taken care of that. And I needed privacy with my girlfriend." "Back to girlfriend, huh?" I asked, raising my brows. He looked at me and shrugged as if it didn't bother him. "I could call you my wife. But sadly that would need some documents to be signed first." I looked at him not believing what he actually said. I opened my mouth then shut it close. In the end, I put my hands in the air, irritatedly, and turned away only hearing him laugh from behind me.