My Skin Needs Touch, Their Stomachs Turn novel Chapter 18

Chapter 10

The day Easton and I got our marriage license, Seraphina dropped out of school.

Word was, the bald man’s wife had shown up at the school and kicked up a huge fuss, exposing Seraphina as his mistress.

She couldn’t face anyone at school anymore and left with her tail between her legs.

As for me, I became the envy of every girl on campus.

A handsome, rich, and loyal husband-I was living the dream.

Easton did have his little quirks that drove me crazy, though.

The man was insanely possessive!

If I so much as glanced at another good-looking guy, he’d get jealous on the spot, and I’d end up

with his “punishment” when we got home.

And he was absolutely obsessed with role-play.

“Babe, what’re we playing today? Domineering CEO and his secretary? Or wealthy heir and his gold-digging girl?”

I sighed in helpless amusement at his eager face.

Fine. He’s the one footing the bill, after all.

The husband I chose? Gotta spoil him right—even if it means playing along.

But deep down, I knew no matter what silly games we played, our feelings for each other were real.

Because with him, I don’t have to pretend. I get to be the real Anya-greedy, scheming, a little

chaotic, but completely, utterly in love with him.

As for those comments that used to flash before my eyes?

They’d vanished completely the day we got married.

Maybe our story had strayed far from the original script and found a brand new ending, one that belonged only to us.

But so what?

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As long as the ending was happy, it didn’t matter how wild the journey was.

Because in this wild, unpredictable world, finding someone crazy enough to be crazy with you? That’s the real jackpot.

The End.

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Chapter 1

On our wedding night, Adrian Sterling proposed an open marriage.

“Sienna Blake is pregnant,” he said. “From now on, I’ll be with her Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, I’ll be here.”

I held myself upright through the trembling and looked up at him. “When did this start?”

“The day you introduced us.” He lit a cigarette. “It was love at first sight for both of us.”

“The second I met her, I finally understood what it felt like to fall head over heels. What I felt for you… that was just habit. Years of it.”

Back then, the marriage alliance between the Sterling and Winslow families had already been made

public.

“I figured I could live with it. Marry you and let things stay the way they were.” He looked at me through the haze. “But then she got pregnant.”

His voice stayed cool, almost detached. “If you stay, your place as Mrs. Sterling won’t change. But Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I’ll be with her.”

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