Taking A Perfect Husband Home Novels & Stories

I laughed self-deprecatingly and confirmed with Evan once more, "You want me to take the train?" Evan did not seem to understand my issue. "What's the problem?" I laughed instead of getting angry. I questioned him calmly, "Have you forgotten who your wife is? The person whose name is written on your marriage certificate?" Evan slammed the table angrily and glared at me. "Sadie Bradford, what are you trying to get at? All I'm asking is for you to take the train home. Do you think you're some sort of rich heiress or wealthy wife? Would it kill you to take the train? Why can't you take the train when it's fine with any other person?"

Five years ago, after my family disowned me, I had trudged through a downpour, drenched to the bone. Then Simon appeared. The moment I saw him, my wounded wolf stirred with hope. I could feel that he was my predestined mate. He brought me home, gave me clean clothes, a steaming cup of coffee, and sat beside me as I poured out my heartbreak. He pitied me, swearing he'd treat me well for the rest of my life. Back then, he had loathed Laila. He never met her, but he despised anyone who hurt me.

Knowing her, that so could only mean one thing, she wanted to disturb my peace of mind. “Tell me about your husband," She declared, her tone steady. My cheeks burnt with shyness at the mare thought of my husband. “He's perfect," I confessed thoughtlessly, my soft, and tender. “He is kind, generous, sexy, perfect body statute. He is like the Mafia bosses you see on television except nicer." “Oh! my type of man. Handsome and dangerous," She said and we both burst into laughter. “Tell me does he use that line ‘Money isn't the problem'"

There was nothing I wanted more than to show the whole world that she was the woman I had chosen to spend the rest of my life with. “Soph, I’m not a perfect man. I’ve never claimed to be. But for you, I’ll strive to make sure that every day you spend with me is perfect. I want to wake up next to you and kiss you... I want to rush back home for the same kiss, knowing how special it is to have a home to return to. In you, Sophia Adams, I found my home. Please marry me... I love you with everything in me.” The place was still quiet as everyone awaited Sophia’s response.

Some guests turned to themselves with weird faces. The woman seating before the woman in black hat looked back. Her eyes were only able to view her deep red lips. It had the exact colour of a bull's blood. "Sapphire Blac... I, take you to be my beloved wife. I will love you unconditionally and without hesitation, for it is your heart that moves me, your spirit that inspires me, your humor that delights me, and your hand, I want to hold for all of our days. I Promise to be your perfect husband. I Promise to be your perfect husband. I Promise to be your perfect husband. I will be your perfect husband. I will be your perfect husband.

I muttered. “It will be a marriage for only three months. Your standards shouldn't be that high,” Kelvin responded wittingly. “That's the more reason why it has to be a perfect woman!” I exclaimed. “I have kept a perfect image so far, my marriage won't be the opposite. When the marriage ends, I want the public to say that not even a perfect woman like whoever I pick could end up satisfying me.” Kelvin turned towards me with his arms folded, “And what do you think makes up a perfect woman?”

I said showing her the ring with a perfect view this time. "Wow! This looks so beautiful and expensive, it really fits you so perfectly... my dear baby". She cup my chin with her perfect delegate hand lovingly. "Sis, this is just too good. That Aryan of a guy- is just too perfect and romantic". Zee said proudly. "Yeah, I know right?". "How would it feel to get a perfect guy like Aryan too" "Don't ask for a guy like Aryan, Zainab. Ask for the perfect husband- who would always make you happy, respect and cherish you for who you are". I advised.

Golden light everywhere. Perfect timing. Perfect moment. Perfect day. At the house, we'd set up a small reception. String lights. Food. Music. Simple. Beautiful. Ours. I looked at Em. At my wife. And felt complete. For the first time in my life. Complete. Not running. Not hiding. Just me. Axel Cruz. Married to the love of my life. Building a future. Whatever New York brought. Whatever Vincent demanded. We'd face it together. As husband and wife.

“ You mean you are married? He ask. “ Yeah” she says. “ oh, I see the woman I am still admiring is been taken” he says and she smiles. “ Wait” she says. She goes into her car and picks a pen and write on a sheet of paper and she comes out and shakes him and gives the paper to her and she bids him Bye and she returns into her car and she drives home smiling to herself. She felt happy that she found her ideal man that would always fuck her whenever her husband is not home.

“You’re perfect. A fantasy comes true.” Her chest, neck, and cheeks flushed red from her husband’s compliment. “Way way better in real. So fucking perfect.” Given his sexual nature, it took everything for Tripp not to get up and grab his wife, throw her to his bed, and take her however he pleased.