As I spank her, Grace questions in a surprised tone, “What was that?”“That was for leaving your husband alone in the pool,” I respond in a teasing tone, seizing her waist and pulling her towards me, stealing her breath.“But, my dear husband, you’re pissing me off. Just move away.” She tries to break free from my grasp, which only intensifies my frustration.“Stop moving, Grace!” I order in a stern tone.“No, I won’t listen to you. You told me you don’t want me, so why are you here again?” She asks, irked by my previous behaviour.“I didn’t say that I don’t want you,” I whisper, closing the distance between us, my lips nearing my angry wife’s.“It means the same!” She rolls her eyes.“I want you so damn much, okay? And I’m ready to regret it again and again for doing this. Today, I’ll show you how much I desire you, my wife.” I confess, my fingers playing with her wet hair, and my hand still firmly gripping her waist.“So tell me. Who is stopping you, husband?” She whispers, looking

Steve’s P.O.V.As I prepare to lie down on the sofa to sleep at night, Grace suggests, “If we’ve been intimate, we can share the bed too. Right?”Surprisingly, I agree with her perspective for the first time.“Congratulations, Mrs Grey. You’re right for the first time.” I tease her, and she responds with an angry look, causing me to chuckle.After taking my pillow and blanket, I make my way to the bed and lie down beside her.“Good night, Mr. Grey.”“Good night, Mrs. Grey,” I reply, and she smiles before facing away from me.***The next morning,I wake up to find her peacefully sleeping in my arms, her head resting on my chest. It feels comforting to have her so close to me. A smile appears on my face as I watch her sleep. Her warm breath against my chest feels magical, and I automatically press my lips on her forehead.Unsure of why I did it, I brush it aside and continue holding her tightly as I drift back to sleep with a contented smile on my face.This morning has become the most

Steve’s P.O.V.In the evening, as I return from the office, I find Grace ready as if she just finished a photoshoot. She is dressed to perfection, and her aura radiates confidence.As I notice she has turned my room into her personal photoshoot studio, I shake my head.After dropping my coat on the sofa, as I make my way to the bathroom, she blocks my way, coming in front of me.“Steve, can we take some photos together? My fans have been requesting it, and it’ll be fun.” She asks with a hopeful glint in her eyes.“No.” As I deny, she frowns.“Steve, I want it for my fans. I don’t want to dishearten them.”I let out an exasperated sigh. “Grace, you know I don’t like putting myself out there like that.”“Please, Steve...” There’s a softness in her voice, and her eyes convey an unexpected honesty. It’s the first time she’s genuinely asked for something.I narrow my eyes, ready to refuse as usual. But something in her plea strikes a chord, and I give in. “Okay, fine. But just a few.”Her

The party venue looks so enchanting with the gentle glow of soft lights and the lively chatter of people.Grace and I put on a facade, pretending to be a couple deeply in love, as per the expectations of my clients. She plays her part well, her smiles and gestures seemingly genuine.Our act is convincing enough that even my clients, oblivious to the complexities of our relationship, buy into it.As we walk through the crowd, Grace’s hand fits seamlessly into mine, the touch sending unexpected shivers down my spine. This woman is the only one who makes me feel like this.I wish we would be a really happily married couple.Her acting skills surprise me as she effortlessly engages in conversations, laughs at the right moments, and even rests her hand on my arm when required. It’s an act, but to the onlookers, we appear to be the picture-perfect couple.We approach a group of clients, and one of them begins the conversation, “Steve, Grace, you two make such a stunning couple! How long hav

Steve’s P.O.V.Days pass by, and despite my attempts to deny any emotional attachment, I'm well aware that strong feelings for her have taken root deep within me.Now it’s only a week remaining of our contract marriage, and it kills me because I want to keep her forever in my life. However, I know our relationship is meant to end one day. Grace and I, we’ve different personalities, and we’ll always clash with each other, so it’s better for both of us to be part away after a week.In these months of our contract marriage, I have also come to know that Grace has a good heart which she hides from the world. I want to know everything about her but control myself because I don’t want to come close to her as it’ll hurt me more when she leaves.After dinner, we come to the terrace for a walk, but like always, we end fucking each other. I just can’t resist her. She’s the first woman who has such a powerful hold over me, making me lose control.I ram into her with vigour, her hands pinned on t