Married To A Playgirl

Chapter 1

Asteria Celeste Averix Levington POV

I'm currently in the living room, anticipating Kian's arrival. This is a recurring situation - I'm unsure if she truly wants to leave, and I find myself waiting for her, even when she's in the company of another girl. It feels like she's portraying more happiness with others, making it seem like she'd be happier without me.

"Honey, I desire you at this moment," the girl uttered seductively to my wife. I glanced at them. She may appear attractive, but it's undeniable that I still possess more beauty than her, especially when compared to those individuals who are unpleasant.

Ugh, why am I even comparing myself to her? I shouldn't be bothered by that. After all, I'm not one of Kian's casual partners.

"Fine, head to the guest room," Kian instructed and casually touched her companion's chest. Disgusting. Right in front of me? Life is so monotonous.

She proceeded to the guest room, leaving Kian in my company.

She turned towards me. Her face approached mine, and she planted a kiss on me. Despite my reluctance, I reciprocated because it seemed like she would insist. Despite her behavior, I couldn't resist responding to her kisses. She possesses captivating looks and is undeniably a skilled kisser.

"It tastes like cherry," she remarked, smirking at me.

She gestured for me to head to our room, which is conveniently adjacent to the guest room where they plan to be intimate.

I walked into our room and, upon entering, I stretched out on the bed. It's a recurring pattern every night, and at times, I question why I permit her to treat me this way. The option to leave exists, yet I find myself unable to do so.

"Ah, quicker, quicker, Honey, faster!" yelled the girl with Kian. I simply covered my ears. Those words echoed incessantly, never ceasing. I felt an urge to intervene, to silence her somehow.

I struggled, unable to sleep peacefully due to the audible flexing of their muscles. It's genuinely bothersome and irritating.

Upon their completion, I heard my wife speak.

"Leave now," she ordered the girl.

I heard footsteps, recognizing that she was heading towards our room. Swiftly, I shut my eyes and drifted into sleep.

I sensed her gaze upon me, intensifying as she approached. Even though I couldn't see it, her stare felt intense and fiery.

I was aware that she had positioned herself beside me, embracing me from behind. I kept my eyes closed and maintained the pretense, choosing not to open them.

"You look stunning, my dear wife. However, I refrain from touching you out of respect," she expressed, planting a kiss on my forehead. Her words had a calming effect on me, and my heart raced with a sense of contentment.

I gradually opened my eyes, simulating a just-awakened state. She appeared surprised.

"You're awake," she remarked, kissing me on the lips. I reciprocated, and it continued, again and again.

After our kiss, we locked eyes. She was positioned above me, and I lay beneath her. Our gaze was interrupted by the sudden ring of my cell phone.

"Excuse me," I said, reaching for my phone. It could be something important.

"Hello," I greeted the caller. Without checking the caller ID, I simply answered.

"Hi, Celeste!" Yes, that's what Yusei calls me.

"Oh? How can I help you?" I inquired.

"Tsk, you're unattractive again," she remarked. It's her way, and I always succumb to her teasing quickly.

I've upset her. Returning to my spot, I covered myself with a blanket. Glancing at the individual beside me, gazing at the ceiling, I decided not to disturb her further and drifted off to sleep. Perhaps she had other thoughts, and I didn't want to complicate things further.

The following day, I woke up and headed to the kitchen. Upon reaching the kitchen, I went directly to the fridge to assess my cooking options. Rice was available. I opted to prepare a dish involving hotdogs, eggs, bacon, and, naturally, frying would be involved.

I noticed Kian descending. Wow! Why does she look so attractive? She was clad in a sports bra and shorts, revealing her well-defined abs, tempting to touch. I quickly averted my gaze as she entered the kitchen. She took a seat, so I followed suit.

Silence prevailed, neither of us uttering a word, as usual. The quietude persisted until I heard her phone ring, breaking the silence like a lion's roar.

"Alright, darling, be prepared for tonight," I heard her tell her partner. Suddenly, my chest constricted, and it felt like I couldn't breathe properly. Overcome with irritation, I summoned the courage to confront what I had been suppressing.

"Have you planned to bring a girl home tonight?" I asked irritably. She shot me a displeased look.

"You're not concerned about what I want," she remarked. It prompts me to reconsider where my place truly is.

"Yes, we're just married on paper," I whispered to myself. I don't comprehend why my chest feels constricted. What triggered this reaction?

"Yeah, it's only a marriage on paper. You're indifferent to my desires. You lack the right to concern yourself with me," she declared.

She overheard my whisper, stood up, and headed upstairs. Perhaps she was getting dressed for work. Left alone once more, I decided to visit Cyra.

To my fantastic best friend, I'm currently with my closest companion. I gave their door a knock.

"Oh, Miss, you're unattractive," Yusei remarked, looking at me.

Yusei is the girlfriend of my bestfriend.

I simply arched an eyebrow in her direction.

"Where's Cyra?" I asked curiously.

"It's inside, Miss Grumpy," she assured, and I proceeded to enter. Upon entering, I discovered my best friend cooking in the kitchen. It seems like Yusei is the one doing the cooking.

"Cyra, I've encountered an issue," I mentioned, taking a seat on one of the kitchen chairs.

"What's the matter?" She inquired, busily frying as she spoke.

"I'm envious," yes, you heard correctly, I am jealous.

"Envious? To whom? Are you jealous of the women your wife associates with?" She inquired with astonishment.

"Yusei and yourself," I remarked, catching her off guard, leaving her momentarily unable to respond.

"Don't tell me.."

"Yeah. I'm Envious" I tell her.

"No, this is impossible!" She exclaimed, as if she couldn't believe what I had just disclosed. What is it that she finds unbelievable?

"It is possible," I replied to her.

"No, no, no. I love Yusei, so this cannot be," she uttered as if on the verge of tears. It can be. I'm consumed by jealousy.

"Yes, I understand your love for her, but..."

"I'm envious," I repeated. She appeared melancholy and seemed skeptical of my words.