"GOOD morning, wife," Boss said —uh, I mean, Rustan? Husband? Daddy? Oh well, I don't know.

I blushed again. I really wasn't used to hearing that from him. It still made me feel awkward. Last night, my eyes practically popped out from the shock. He didn't even give me a warning, just blurted out things that could really shake your sense of self.

"Why?" Boss had no pretenses on his face. He was smiling. His face radiated joy. My heart suddenly raced as I looked at him.

Then, he turned away again. This time, he was in front of the stove. He was cooking, wearing only an apron and boxer briefs. It was annoying to think that he might greet me like this every morning. I might not go hungry because of his cooking; but I might be hungry for him.-- Wait, Lara!

"I-I'm just not used to it, boss—"

"I said, don't call me boss." He turned to look at me. At that point, he furrowed his brow. "If you are going to treat me as your superior, then why are we here? What's the reason I brought you home with me?" He turned away again.

I bit my lip. "Sorry, I really don't know what to call you—"

He looked back at me. Mysteriously, his ears suddenly turned red. "Hubby," he suggested, avoiding my gaze. "Call me hubby."

In my thoughts, I bit my lips. Shamelessly, it looked like if I said that, I'd die from happiness...

I just nodded. I mustered up a lot of courage before I said, "Good morning, hubby."

My heart raced. It felt like there were horses racing inside my chest. It was irritating how I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

"Good," he said with a scowl. But when he returned his gaze to what he was cooking, I caught his smile. He sure knows how to smile handsomely, it’s so annoying!

I just sat at the table and watched him cook. My eyes eventually fixated on the tattoo on his back.

Why is it so big? It practically covers his entire back. But it's alright, the design is pretty nice.

And why a dragon? Is it because he's, well, "dragon-like" down there? If that's the case, then it should be an anaconda instead... I wanted to smack myself for even thinking that. My goodness, is this what it's like when you're pregnant?

After a little while, he served everything he'd cooked in front of me. There were moments I wanted to ask him if it was a feast or something because he seemed so enthusiastic about cooking. With the amount he cooked, I'd bet it would last for a week for Beatrice and me.

"What?" he asked as he handed me some rice and what looked like menudo—maybe. It's annoying how rich people's food all seems to look the same.

I shook my head. "Nothing, boss— I mean hubby."

I saw him smile again. Those butterflies in my stomach fluttered once more. Damn it, the last time I felt this was when Enrique and I were teenagers!

I was just surprised when he suddenly stood up. He ran his fingers through my hair as he turned away. Then, he kissed me on the forehead. "Let's eat, wife."

LAST NIGHT, Rustan and I laid down together in bed. As expected, our passion blazed once more throughout the night.

"F*ck... are we a couple now?" He said while looking up at me. I was currently bouncing above him. "Answer me... uhh... sh*t..."

I couldn't respond. Each time I pressed my body against his, I lost myself in pleasure. It went beyond my G-spot. The pleasure I felt from that was indescribable. It melted me in the heat of the moment.

I just nodded. And isn't it obvious yet? He's already claimed me. He calls me his wife. And what we're doing, he should've known when I agreed to live in the same house with him.

"Ahh... Good." He didn't let up on my chest. He licked their peaks. "I can't waste my time pursuing you. All I want right now is to f*ck you all day..." I moaned when he circled his tongue, "...All night, ahhh... forever."

With what he was doing, I got motivated to ride him even more. My hips moved rapidly up and down. Both of us were moaning loudly. I couldn't handle the pleasure anymore when suddenly I reached my climax.

"Ohh... Hubby! Ahh! So good!" I released my essence while he was still inside me. Afterward, I felt weak from the pleasure. I sat on his chest.

But I moaned again quickly. He started moving. Now he's moving in and out of me while lying down. Occasionally, he squeezes my ass, adding more heat to my already burning sensation.

"Ahh, wife... you are f*cking wet for me... I love this," the sound of our moans harmonizing with the creaking bed, "I love you..."

Until both of us lost ourselves. I climaxed again. Rustan followed suit, releasing everything inside. Now, I was panting heavily from pleasure.

I felt him embrace me. He planted a kiss on my face. "I love you, Lara..." he said between gasps. "I f*cking love you."

This was real now...

I bit my lip.

I had my eyes closed when I said the first words I would ever say to him, words I never thought I'd say to him.

"I love you..." I whispered softly amidst catching my breath.

THE NEXT DAY day, as I usually do, I went to the restaurant to bring lunch for my husband – damn, I never really got used to it...

"Move aside! The first lady is passing through!" Badette shouted dramatically. I winced at the loudness of her voice.

"Yeah, move aside! Here comes the jackpot winner of the year!" Shobe chimed in.

I just chuckled. "You guys are crazy."

They were always like this whenever I visited the restaurant. Sometimes, it made me feel uncomfortable. Other times, I just found it amusing.

Since there were many customers, I didn't bother to engage in conversation with them. I let them focus on their work. I headed to Rustan while carrying the lunch I cooked for him.

I knocked on the door. And as expected, he wouldn't answer, so I just opened it.

Inside, he was facing his laptop, eyebrows furrowed. The rascal was busy again. Busy and annoyed. He’s probably arguing with his business partners again.

"Lunchtime, hubby," I sweetly smiled at him.

When his eyes met mine, his furrowed brows naturally relaxed. His face brightened, and he returned my smile sweetly.

"At last, come here," he gestured with his fingers to bring me closer, "lock the door first."

I blinked and followed his lead. As I approached him, I was taken aback. He stood up and pushed his swivel chair away, placing his laptop on it. Then, he cleared the papers from his table. Now, it was all empty.

"I am f*cking stressed out, wife," he pulled me closer, and he kissed me as if he were famished, "I need you to distract me."

I just smiled and playfully restrained him. "You’re really enjoying me every day, huh? I'm already sore."

He kissed me again. "Please," his eyes pleaded as his kiss grew deeper. He pressed the hardness in his trousers against me.

I had no choice but to comply. I responded to his kiss and playfully pulled on his hair while exchanging passionate kisses.

But he abruptly stopped our kiss, pressing our foreheads together, and looked at me with a simmering intensity.

"Kneel," he ordered, and I immediately obeyed.

I pressed my chest against his desk and positioned myself before him. I gasped as I felt his hands gripping my hips, lifting my skirt, and pulling down my panties.

He entered me forcefully, with urgency and need, and that's what I felt as he began to thrust into me.

At first, his movements were slow and deliberate. It seemed like he was waiting for me to get even wetter before he pushed himself inside me to the hilt.

With the way he pulled my hair, I heated up even more. My body naturally produced more lubrication, making it easier for him. Then, I felt his rhythm gradually quicken.

"Ohh... hubby... just like that... ahh! Right there..." I moaned as he thrust deeper, "uhh... ahhh!"

"Wife... I'm coming," he said in unison with me, "I'm so f*cking close... ahhh... f*ck..."

His movements became faster and faster. I lost myself in the pleasure, moaning uncontrollably. Fortunately, Badette played loud music in the restaurant, drowning out our sounds.

"Hubby... here it comes... Oh! It feels so good..."

I suddenly climaxed, just as Rustan pushed himself all the way inside me. He emptied all of himself inside me.

"I'm really lucky to have you, wife," he jokingly remarked as he pulled out. I felt his release dripping out of me. He quickly wiped it away with his handkerchief.

"You’re not just good at cooking, but also for other things," he continued with a laugh, and I playfully slapped him.

After we both calmed down, he started eating the lunch I had brought. It was annoying, really. He had only eaten half of it because he started feeding me. That's how he was, even at home. It was as if he was intentionally trying to fatten me up.

"Take care, okay?" he said in front of the restaurant, insisting on escorting me. But I knew he was a busy man. I made up an excuse, saying I needed to stop by the grocery store. "Text me once you're home," He reminded me.

"Yes, master," I joked.

"I love you," he said with a sweet smile as he took my hand. He kissed me on the forehead.

"I love you," I replied, trying to hold back a smile that felt foolish because of those darn butterflies in my stomach.

He allowed me to walk towards the nearest grocery store. He didn't enter the restaurant until I was out of sight.

I just shook my head.

My husband was really head over heels for me.

I smiled broadly as I continued walking, making my way to the jeepney terminal.

But suddenly, I stopped when someone grabbed my arm. I quickly turned around and was taken aback by what I saw.

It was Fino...

"You deserve to know everything," he said, with a pleading look in his eyes. It was as if... he was worried?