All Chapters of How to Seduce Your Husband: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Will this ever end?" Charlie sighed, looking exhausted, as she collapsed dramatically onto the sofa in his apartment. "Home moving are always exhausting." Morgan chuckled, sorting the last box at the entrance to the hallway. "Actually, we're lucky you brought so little stuff." Glancing at the small pile of boxes and backpacks filled with Charlie's belongings, Morgan smiled, going to sit next to Charlie on the couch, careful to avoid the spot where Sawyer was fully occupied with a box, which Charlie had emptied just so that he could play. "Do we really need to organize all this today?" Charlie whimpered, making him laugh again. “No, we can take a break for today and get something to eat. It's not like the boxes are going to run away after all." Watching Sawyer carve his claws into the box's cardboard and reduce most of it to a few strips, he ended up commenting "Although I can't guarantee they'll come out in one piece." “Oh, that's fine. A break for lunch and then I'll try to prev

“And then you showed up in just your bra and panties in front of him? On purpose?" Vivian asked, in the middle of a laugh. “And worst of all, he didn't even do anything. “ Charlie sighed, frustrated, as she finished filing the exams they had done on the animals, that long day of work. “Now, don't be so pessimistic. “ Vivian consoled her, still out of breath from laughing so much “You're getting married, after all. There will be many more opportunities for you to tease him. I'm sure that, in one of them, he'll end up giving in." Her friend promised, ducking her head to finish taking notes for the day. “Honestly, I'm starting to doubt if this is really going to happen. “ she sighed sadly, leaning over the table so she could put her chin between her arms “ Before, I thought that all I needed was for him to want me back, then everything would be resolved between us. It was so simple...! But now it is very clear that it is not. No matter how much I tease him and show off to him, he i

Not even on his worst days at work did Morgan remember feeling as angry as he had the day he'd witnessed Charlie talking about her desire to sleep with other men. Almost an entire day had passed since then, and still, he still hadn't been able to completely calm down. Whether it was packing, giving the attention Sawyer was increasingly demanding, or simply standing there, waiting for Charlie to finish getting dressed so they could drive to the airport, that fury he had felt at the thought of Charlie with another man still raged through him. Enough even to make him and Charlie end up exchanging few words in the last few hours, which was unheard of. They hadn't exactly fought, but he had to admit that the mood between them hadn't been the same since that had happened. And as much as a part of him wanted more than anything to make amends with Charlie and get things back to the way they were before, there was another part, more stubborn and primal, that didn't want to put up with it while

"Are you well? " was the first thing Morgan asked her, as he opened the taxi door for her, in front of the hotel "You seem nervous about something..." “No, no... I'm fine. “ she did her best to manage a natural smile, not wanting to draw his attention further to the tension she was feeling, as the two entered the bright, white marble covered lobby “ I'm just looking forward to seeing the hotel, I I think. I've never been to such a beautiful place." " Serious? “ Morgan's eyebrows rose, showing how confused he was “But you were so insistent that we go straight to the chapel when we arrived, instead of checking into the hotel first..." “Uh… Yeah…” Charlie smirked, furious with herself for having thought of that stupid excuse, which could end up making him more suspicious “You know, the wedding was more important than anything else. Besides, I've been a little disoriented lately. I think... It's just a natural reaction to everything that's been going on the last few days. You know, thin

“I left it freezing in the fridge. I'll get it for you." he advanced towards the fridge handing the bottle to her soon after, with a dismayed expression “But let's not exaggerate, okay? The few times I've seen you drink something, it's been pretty clear that you're not exactly resistant to alcohol..." “What did we already talk about you treating me like a child?" She raised an eyebrow, taking the bottle from his hands “ If I want it drunk, then it's my decision." “Okay, okay…” he raised his hands in surrender “Just don't forget that we have a plane to catch early afternoon tomorrow. And it's not exactly comfortable throwing up in a toilet 500 meters up." “I'll keep your advice in mind." she sneered , secretly enjoying the feeling that he was worried about her, even if he wasn't going to admit it aloud “Now, come here! Let's eat! “ she encouraged him, sitting in the chair right in front of him with her legs gathered, so that the hem of her shirt was even shorter, almost revealing her