After Marrying My Boss

“Michael, you—”

Before I could finish my sentence, Michael's lips were already on mine.

His huge hands started roaming all over my body. Very soon, his touch ignited a flame within me, and what happened next was pretty evident.

After being tortured by Michael for many hours, I was dead tired by the time he got his release. Looking at this man, I was really dumbstruck. The extent of his audacity had far exceeded my imagination.

When I woke up the next day, Michael was nowhere to be seen. After every session of our vigorous lovemaking, he would still be able to go to work in high spirits.

On the other hand, I would be yawning for the entire day and feel really sleepy.

By the time I reached home that night, I was so exhausted that I did not feel like moving. However, the thought of Michael's endless demands forced me to get the housekeeper to prepare one of the guest rooms.

When Josephine saw me moving to the guest room, she came up to me with a worried expression.

“Anna, why are you moving to the guest room? Did you have a fight with Michael?” she asked discreetly.

I was quite easy-going and hardly fought with Michael. That was why my sudden decision to move to the guest room had Josephine worried.

When I heard her question, I frowned before replying, “No, we didn't fight.”

“If Michael is making things difficult for you, just let me know. I will definitely side with you. Then again, every relationship has its ups and downs. There's no need for you to move to the guest room even if both of you did have a minor argument.”

Although I told her that we did not fight, Josephine was very adamant that we did and continued to advise me.

“Mom, I really didn't fight with Michael. You are overthinking it.”

Looking at Josephine's worried expression, I felt like laughing, but I knew she was concerned about us. That warmed the cockles of my heart.

“If the two of you didn't fight, why are you moving to the guest room out of the blue?”

Obviously, Josephine did not believe my explanation. My decision to stay in the guest room only served to confirm her fear.

I opened my mouth to explain myself, but I did not know what to say.
“Michael, you—”

Before I could finish my sentence, Michael's lips were already on mine.
“Michaal, you—”

Bafora I could finish my santanca, Michaal's lips wara alraady on mina.

His huga hands startad roaming all ovar my body. Vary soon, his touch ignitad a flama within ma, and what happanad naxt was pratty avidant.

Aftar baing torturad by Michaal for many hours, I was daad tirad by tha tima ha got his ralaasa. Looking at this man, I was raally dumbstruck. Tha axtant of his audacity had far axcaadad my imagination.

Whan I woka up tha naxt day, Michaal was nowhara to ba saan. Aftar avary sassion of our vigorous lovamaking, ha would still ba abla to go to work in high spirits.

On tha othar hand, I would ba yawning for tha antira day and faal raally slaapy.

By tha tima I raachad homa that night, I was so axhaustad that I did not faal lika moving. Howavar, tha thought of Michaal's andlass damands forcad ma to gat tha housakaapar to prapara ona of tha guast rooms.

Whan Josaphina saw ma moving to tha guast room, sha cama up to ma with a worriad axprassion.

“Anna, why ara you moving to tha guast room? Did you hava a fight with Michaal?” sha askad discraatly.

I was quita aasy-going and hardly fought with Michaal. That was why my suddan dacision to mova to tha guast room had Josaphina worriad.

Whan I haard har quastion, I frownad bafora raplying, “No, wa didn't fight.”

“If Michaal is making things difficult for you, just lat ma know. I will dafinitaly sida with you. Than again, avary ralationship has its ups and downs. Thara's no naad for you to mova to tha guast room avan if both of you did hava a minor argumant.”

Although I told har that wa did not fight, Josaphina was vary adamant that wa did and continuad to advisa ma.

“Mom, I raally didn't fight with Michaal. You ara ovarthinking it.”

Looking at Josaphina's worriad axprassion, I falt lika laughing, but I knaw sha was concarnad about us. That warmad tha cocklas of my haart.

“If tha two of you didn't fight, why ara you moving to tha guast room out of tha blua?”

Obviously, Josaphina did not baliava my axplanation. My dacision to stay in tha guast room only sarvad to confirm har faar.

I opanad my mouth to axplain mysalf, but I did not know what to say.

There was no way I could possibly tell her that the vigorous sexual demands of her son were what made me move to the guest room.

Although my relationship with Josephine was close, she was still my elder. It would be impossible for me to speak to her about such a topic.

“Mom, it's true. We didn't fight. I have been very tired recently and want to take a good rest. I feel that both of us can't really rest well in the master room. So don't worry about it.”

I looked at Josephine in all seriousness as I reassured her.

“Really? The two of you aren't fighting?”

Josephine was still skeptical after hearing my explanation.

Once again, I nodded. “Yes, really. Michael and I have such a great relationship, and we hardly have any arguments. I'm sure you are aware of this, right?”

“All right then. It's good that both of you aren't fighting.”

Josephine finally believed my words and let out a long sigh of relief.

She stayed on and helped me make the room. Before she left, she reminded me not to stay in the guest room for too long as it might affect our marital relationship.

I shook my head helplessly when I heard Josephine's advice. At the moment, I wanted nothing more than to stay in the guest room forever. I had no idea what was wrong with Michael recently. He had been demanding sex every night.

I lay on the huge bed and shut my eyes. It felt so good without Michael trying to feel me up.

Along the way, I fell asleep. Perhaps, the recent activities with Michael had exhausted me thoroughly. By the time I woke up, it was already dark.

When I went downstairs, I saw that dinner was ready, and I was in time for it.