A hot widower's wife || FreenBecky (G!p)

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 70

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as Rebecca stirred awake. She blinked sleepily, stretching her limbs before sitting up in bed. Today was the day she would start her new journey at ArtMellow Company, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling within her.

As she made her way to the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee greeted her, accompanied by the sound of sizzling bacon in the pan. Freen was already up, bustling about the kitchen with a sense of purpose as she prepared breakfast.

"Good morning," Rebecca greeted, her voice soft with sleep as she leaned against the counter, watching Freen with a fond smile.

Freen turned to face her, a little smile spreading across her lips and her eyebrows raised. "Good morning, my wife," she replied, crossing the room to wrap Rebecca in a gentle embrace. G-god. My heart. M-my wife?

Rebecca's cheeks flushed in shyness and that's when freen served the breakfast and chuckled seeing her. "What's wrong with the red cheeks huh?!" She tease her as rebecca groaned and turned to have a sit. "Have a sit, my lovely wife." Freen tease her again with a tint smirk, pulling the chair for rebecca making rebecca hit her arms.

"Stop it!"

"Auch! What??!! I was just being good!" Freen groaned and rolled her eyes before she take a sit in front of rebecca too. Rebecca stares to the foods that being served on the table, there is an omelette, a chicken salad, and also sandwiches. Wow. Rebecca raise her eyebrows and look at freen "What's with this sudden glowing breakfast?" She ask, making freen's lips smirking and she also wriggle her eyebrows.

"You'd give me reward last night, so here i am, being a good husband. By the way its not wrong okay! House chores and everythings is actually husband's work. Right?" Freen said with smiles as she then shove a spoon's of food inside her mouth, munching happily. God, this morning she couldn't tell how happy she is.

Rebecca scoffed, as she stares towards the happy freen and somehow, a tint smile curled slowly against her lips before she eat the foods too.

After breakfast, they got ready together, their movements synchronized as they went about their morning routine. Freen helped Rebecca choose her outfit for the day, selecting a chic yet professional ensemble that perfectly complemented her natural grace and elegance.

Once they were ready, Freen escorted Rebecca to the car, their eyes keep glancing yo each other as they made their way to ArtMellow Company. The drive was filled with light conversation and gentle reassurances, as Freen offered words of encouragement and support to ease Rebecca's nerves.

Arriving at the company, rebecca get out from the car and walk away, even though in her heart she really want to turn back and see freen for the last time. But nah, she's not doing that. But, freen's eyes stuck on her, how rebecca swaying her hips, walking towards the company lobby, making she lick her own lips lightly "Fuck, my wife is so hot." Freen groaned and smirk evily before she started the car and drovr away.

Alone in her office, which is freen's late office, Rebecca took a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenges and opportunities that lay ahead. Rebecca's eyes wandered around Freen's workplace, taking in every detail with a sense of admiration and awe. From the sleek, modern furnishings to the carefully curated decorations adorning the shelves, everything reflected Freen's impeccable taste and style.

Her fingers trailed along the smooth surface of the cupboards, lingering over each piece of décor with a gentle touch. She marveled at the way Freen had effortlessly blended sophistication with warmth, creating an inviting and comfortable atmosphere that felt uniquely her own.

Every item seemed to tell a story, a reflection of Freen's personality and experiences. The framed photographs capturing cherished memories, the elegant artwork adorning the walls, each piece held a special significance, adding layers of depth and character to the space.

As she continued to explore, Rebecca couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within her. This was Freen's domain, a place where she poured her heart and soul into her work, and seeing it all firsthand filled Rebecca with a profound sense of admiration and love.

With a soft smile playing on her lips, Rebecca took a moment to soak in the ambiance, grateful for the opportunity to glimpse into Freen's world. It was a privilege to be here, surrounded by the essence of the person she loved most, and she vowed to cherish every moment spent in this sacred space. Ops.

Then , As she traced her fingers along the smooth surface of a polished wooden desk, Rebecca couldn't help but marvel at the aura of success and power that permeated the room. And at the center of it all stood Freen, her presence commanding attention and respect, like a queen reigning over her domain.

"My husband is actually really a catch. No wonder," Rebecca mumbled to herself, her voice barely above a whisper amidst the quiet elegance of the space. Yet, her words carried a weight of admiration and pride, tinged with a hint of possessiveness that she couldn't quite shake.

A surge of conflicting emotions welled up inside her – pride in Freen's accomplishments, gratitude for their shared life together, but also a selfish desire to keep Freen all to herself. She wanted every part of Freen – her time, her attention, her love – to belong exclusively to her. Is it wrong?

For a moment, she forgot about their contract marriage.

Unbidden, a sense of selfishness crept into her thoughts, igniting a flicker of jealousy at the mere thought of anyone else laying claim to Freen's affections. She wanted to bask in the warmth of Freen's love, to revel in the comfort of their shared intimacy, and to shield Freen from the prying eyes of the world.

Lost in her reverie, Rebecca realized that her desire for Freen had transcended mere companionship; it had evolved into a consuming need to possess and protect what was rightfully hers. And as she gazed upon Freen, radiant and resplendent in her element, Rebecca knew that she would stop at nothing to safeguard their relationship and preserve their bond, no matter the cost.

Is she forget? That they're only genuinely bonded because of the contract. Nothing else.