Wife In Training 소설 & 이야기

“I’ll meet you at the jet in thirty minutes.” Or maybe an hour. Because thirty minutes was nowhere near enough time for what I wanted to do to the sexy woman before me who was looking at me like she wanted to rip into me. She was still sexy though. Even when shooting daggers my way. In fact, I found it more attractive for some reason. “You can’t just get angry at your men for training with me,” Evelina exclaimed hotly. “I told you, where I come from…women train with the men. Gabe, you said—”

She was my contract wife. The moment she stepped into the training grounds that morning, I struggled to take my eyes off her. Those leggings clung to her body, outlining the shape of her cunt, and I remembered just how wet it had been the other night. Her breasts threatened to spill out of the V-neckline of her top. As she struck her wooden sword against mine, her breasts bounced—moving with reckless abandon. Neither of us was fully concentrating, but I blamed her and took the opportunity to end the training.

"Yes, I have a whole team of men and women to make sure that the women we train are well-rounded. I have women that are skilled in etiquette and those that teach self-defense. It's all part of the package." "I like what I'm hearing." "However, it doesn't come cheap." "Don't insult me by finishing that sentence." I warned. "Pardon me, Alpha. In my line of work, I have to say everything clearly." "I understand." I knew what he meant. Some rich people could be cheap when it comes to paying for a service. "Alright, I..." Rita knocked on my door at that moment to announce the arrival of my wife. I stood up to welcome her when she flew in and into my arms. The impact of her almost made me stagger,

“It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?” “Krystal wears the pants in the house. She built the business from scratch and grew the empire to what it is today. What’s wrong with having a couple of flings on the side? Instead of keeping the issue behind closed doors, he rocked up here and confronted her over the issue.” Amid the scuffle, I was kicked to the ground. Then came a bottle of wine, emptied onto me. “It’s only right to chill him out a bit.” Bottle after bottle of red wine was poured over my head, and I was utterly drenched and humiliated.

"Felix! I’m sorry! Please forgive me! It was all Kyle’s fault! That bastard deceived me! He sweet-talked and seduced me! I didn’t know what came over me! For the sake of our 10 years of marriage, can you forgive me this once? Please don’t divorce me. We can go back to the way we were." As she cried and shouted, she had banged her head against the cold entrance door, producing dull thuds. She had indeed looked like a pitiful woman abandoned by the whole world. If I hadn't seen with my own eyes how brightly she had smiled in Kyle's arms, I might have believed her. I had not gone downstairs. I had simply calmly dialed the security guard’s office. "Hello, someone is causing a disturbance downsta

If your friend's institution could really turn regular people into elites, you wouldn't still be a useless nobody. She shook her head in disdain. "Someone who isn't an elite has no business trying to train one. When my husband was still last in his class, I trained him myself and sent him straight into Dalvea University. That year, the entire school was shaken. Even the principal came to me asking for my methods." As she spoke of the past, Cassandra grew animated, her eyes bright with pride. Xavier was more than happy to stall for time. Swallowing his pride, he played along and echoed her praise. "That's incredible. As expected of you, Cassie. Only someone like you could do that."

“I want my sister's treatment to continue even if this marriage ends early.” Damien nodded. “Agreed.” “I want my own room.” “Agreed.” “I don't want you touching me without my permission.” His expression remained calm. “Agreed.” “I don't want Fiona anywhere near me.” Damien's face hardened slightly. “That shouldn't be a problem.” “It better not be.” “There is one thing.” Sophia looked up. “What?” “If we're married, you'll have to attend certain events with me.” “I already read that.”

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

“Don’t be a dick to her.” I slowly turned my eyes toward the window again. “Wow…” My voice came out flat. “How about you try not being a dick to me?” He sighed, but I didn’t look at him. “Just don’t take it out on her. You’ve worked too hard to push her away...” “Shut the fuck up.” I turned my head sharply and looked at him. My jaw was so tight that the muscles in my neck strained. My eyes widened, and just looking at his goddamn face made the adrenaline pump through every inch of my body all over again. “Don’t tell me how to treat my wife.”

Like she hadn't just taken down four armed men with nothing but blades and her bare hands. I couldn't stop replaying it in my head. The way she'd moved. The precision. The absolute lack of hesitation. She'd killed before. Many times, if I had to guess. My wife was a trained killer. And I'd had no fucking clue. I glanced at her. She was staring out the window, her expression unreadable. "How long?" I asked. She didn't look at me. "How long what?" "How long have you been trained to do... that?"