Sweet Wife In My Arms Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Of course. This way.” I walked them down the aisle, pretending my hands weren’t trembling as I moved hangers aside. The silk brushed against my fingers, cool and slippery, grounding me while my heart raced. I could feel his eyes on me, heavy and quiet. But his arm stayed wrapped around her waist. He even bent down once and pressed a kiss to her hairline, like he wanted me to see. Like he wanted to remind me he had moved on. Every smile, every touch between them felt like knives against my ribs.

I would not need him to protect me anymore. Richard kept his head lowered, and his voice was soft. "I just want to protect you." However, protection was not what I wanted from him at all. I returned to my room in a huff, and my mind raced with thoughts until I fell asleep without realizing it. While I was half asleep, I felt myself being held in someone's arms again. The embrace was warm, carrying a pleasant scent of cedar. The person's hands moved across my skin, leaving a burning sensation everywhere he touched.

I murmured as the pain increased on my wrists but finally making him stop and loosened his grip. He wrapped his arm around me and digged his face in my open hair, taking a deep breath. "Sorry, I didn't meant to hurt you." Alexander said in a soft tone. He was calm as he sniffed my fresh lavender scented hair. "A-lexander t-thank you for doing this m-much for m-me." I stuttered with a pain in my throat. I couldn't tell him how it meant so much to me. Nothing in my life could be compared to the happiness I was feeling right now. Alexander had bought me so much joy after this marriage, and I don't regret marrying him at all.

in a seductive whisper as she pressed her chest against my arm. I drank the remaining alcohol in my glass and signaled the bartender for another one. I felt a bit dizzy, but I still knew what was happening around me. The woman next to me didn't leave and instead placed her hand on my shoulder back and moved towards my broad chest. I caught her wandering hands and looked up at her. She was fair-skinned, almost revealing in her backless and sleeveless blouse. Her beautiful body shape was clearly visible due to her attire, while her lips were painted red with lipstick.

"You have a nice figure. Are you from the dance school?" "I am. A lot of my friends are here to earn some pocket change too. You're weird, sir. Why are you asking so many questions?" Hermione pressed her soft body closer to me. She wound her arms around my neck and leaned her face closer to my neck. As she spoke, her breath brushed against my ear intimately. "It's not easy getting money from you, is it, sir? Do you want me to be more proactive?" In truth, I hadn't touched any women since my wife eloped with another man.

Even I was shocked by my own actions, but I needed to stop him from inspecting my arm. “My grandma told me to give my boss a hug for her,” I blurted out, rushing the words so fast they barely made sense. I tried to pull away immediately, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he held me even closer, his lips hovering dangerously close to my ear. “Isn’t it wrong to fall for your boss?” he whispered. I froze. My heart pounded against my ribs, I was sure he could feel it. Okay, but who the hell said I was falling for him?!

he said, in a low tone. We headed to the backyard, stringing lights and arranging chairs. The sun beat down, sweat beading on his skin. I wore a sundress, short and flirty, no bra… my nipples perking in the breeze. As we worked, I brushed against him “accidentally,” my hand on his arm. “You're a lifesaver,” I said, tilting my head, my hair spilling. “Jake's been so distracted lately.” He raised an eyebrow. “Trouble in paradise?”

I couldn't stop myself "Hello sweetheart" She steps back and yells "What the hell?!" When she finally looks up at me, her eyes widen for a split second before a blank stare comes on her face. I couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. Yeah girl I know I'm sexy as fuck I can't help it. "I see you're new here sweetheart" She rolls her eyes and sarcastically says "No shit Sherlock. What gave you that idea?" Wow that sassy attitude and smart mouth just made my pants a little more tighter than it already was, shit I need to get this under control. Before she can fully walk around me I grab her arm and pull her back to me thinking I can sweet talk her a little only I don't take in account her fei

He looked at me and he squinted. I could see a bit of curiosity so I got up from the chair I sat in and flashed him a smile. "Instead of being filled with sorrows, why don't we dance and drink together." I blink waiting for his response. A smile spread through his face as he got up and looked at me with a glint in his eyes. "Natasha Wilbur, your heart is beautiful." He said softly and took the initiative to hold my hands, my heart became warm. This was the first time I felt warmth after four years. He pulled me to himself and he held my waist and I placed my hands on his shoulder. This was a romantic position, and I felt happy but was still sad since he only saw me at this moment as Natasha

When she was at clear, Mike’s back was before her and his fist raised above his head for another blow. Sarah wrung her hands in panic as she rushed to him, embracing him from behind with one hand grabbing his raised upper arm. That particular warmth at that particular height and that particular width, combined with the cunning pressure on his arm, digging nails gently into his skin– Mike would know who this is even in his sleep. She never had, neither will muster enough strength to defeat him at a game of arm wrestling that she always resorts to clawing or even biting him, just to get to the winning mark.