All Chapters of My Foreign Husband : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Is enough" my mother rushes to support Berenice, pulling her without the slightest delicacy. "Today is not the day for this, Berenice! If you can't behave together, we'd better wait at home.”Penelope seeks lost calm, sighing, but does not make any movement to get away from Hunter. Maybe you're afraid of your own state of mind and don't want to risk another demonstration of anger.We just watch as my mother and aunt crawl out, followed closely by my sister. Nobody talks for a long time. Even Glenda's baby is silent, limiting himself to small grumblings of a child who has just been in tears."What happened to your brother? “Hunter questions, hoarse.Still trembling, I realize that your game is to discover through someone else what I don't allow myself to say, and my nostrils dilate by anger."You shouldn't even be in here, Hunt!”"Past is past," softens Glenda, swinging to lullaby her son. "Nothing that Suzy's family says is true, Hunter. Don't worry.”"It's been a long time," answers

My room is cold and quiet, unlike the uninterrupted activity downstairs, and I lurking through the shadows before entering completely. I turn on the light, but I stumble on my own heels and collapse on the ground. The flash of the lamp makes me blind and stunned, and I'm laughing wildly at the fall when an aroma of perfume makes me look at the window.Sitting in my chair and with arms crossed over his wide chest, Hunter watches me with a small suggestion of laughter in his eyes. The face is illuminated, youthful, beautiful. Even if the beard is skirting your chin firmly, keeping it trimmed intensifies the natural charm of your features, and shaves your pink lips below your mustache."What are you doing here? “I ask.Hunter drags a lock of hair behind his ear and sighs, sounding tired."I wasn't having fun at that party, I decided to come to another one, but the door was closed, so I had to climb the window "he plays lightly on the side of the bandaged leg under his pants. “I think it

My inner chaos multiplies into small flashes of pure energy, and as Hunter's tongue and fingers decide to end my judgment, I allow myself to receive the promised relief. I allow my body to weaken and my lips to open so that another moan escapes, while my spine is driven back in front of a delicious spasm. I sail over the wave of pleasure that should bring me down, and experience the intensity of an instant orgasm, although so desired by my body.I don't know for how long I stop listening to the sounds or recognizing the figures of colors beyond my closed eyelids, but when I open my eyes again, I have a very presumptuous Hunter between my softened legs."I should pay to marry you tomorrow, dear," he slides a finger into the moisture of his beard and takes the liquid to his mouth, sucking loudly. My legs tremble, but I can't close them. The most I can do is try to breathe normally and not let Hunter realize how right he is in what he says. "Think about how many times a day I will have t

Following the front, I can mislead my two companions and let them advance through the large glass door that separates the external area from the internal one, while I pass by a table equally full of people and find a lonely and comfortable place near one of the four pilasters that rise from the ground on deck to support the glass roof of the balcony.I go to the parapet, pass both legs out and sit in the narrow concrete space that serves as a balustrade. If I were wearing a slipper, it would fly from my feet before the first night breeze sighed through me, simply by the time I am. However, the cold wind can barely pass through the heavy leather of my boots, let alone my jeans. This is the first night when I have no reason to complain that my clothes do not fit the weather.In the distance, basically at my feet, the city lives and calls for its tourists, shining lust in its glaring colors. I observe how easily people can forget about their problems with a night of fun; drinking or danc

Hunter and I managed to escape from the guests a little later, and we left for another endless photo shoot. Inside the white limousine "led by the same driver who has been with us since we arrived in the city", our ceremonialist instructs what we should do at the magnificent reception she prepared.Hunter holds my hand all the time, but he can't talk to me at any time. All the moment someone puts himself in our way and distracts us. We can only say what we can't through glances, because it's the only method of communication that no one can stop us from having.Our party takes place in a two-story concert hall, and I am surprised to see all the guests present, applauding our entrance with the same euphoria as before. We pose for more photos, dance, talk, but we never have a second of intimacy. Not even during our long-awaited waltz, because we avoid talking so that one does not step on the other's foot. All I have left is to drool over his beauty with excessive admiration.My husband d