Falling for the Goddess

Don't Want My Wife to Work Too Hard

Sara Hart woke up to the soft buzzing of her phone.

Half-asleep, she groggily stretched her hand out from under the blanket, fumbling around the nightstand until her fingers brushed against her phone. Squinting at the screen, she opened the messages.

Unsurprisingly, it was Ella Duvall—bombarding her with texts as usual.

[Ella Duvall]:
Babe, your man is seriously something else. No wonder he's been so calm lately—turns out he's got everything under control!

And here you were, stressing yourself out taking on extra projects. I bet you had no idea, did you? Well, to be fair, Adrian doesn't seem like the type to brag about it.

A few minutes later, another message popped up.

[Ella Duvall]:
Wait a second... You still haven't replied? Either you haven't seen your phone yet... or last night was a bit too intense.

... Judging by the silence, I'm guessing Adrian's stamina is as impressive as his business skills. Rest up, girl. I won't disturb you anymore.

Another half-hour passed, and yet more messages followed.

[Ella Duvall]:
Still not awake? Damn. Adrian must be a beast. 🫢

Babe, do you need me to send you some supplements? Your petite frame might not be able to handle it. Also, I already ordered you some new lingerie—thank me later!

Sara groaned, her head still foggy with exhaustion. Her entire body ached, and it was no mystery why.

Her waist felt sore and tender—probably bruised, she blushed. Adrian had an inexplicable fascination with her waist, kissing and caressing it repeatedly until she could barely move. When they finally stopped, her legs, arms, and every inch of her body felt like jelly.

Last night's "exercise" had lasted until the early morning hours. Despite her soft pleas for mercy, Adrian Blake had coaxed her again and again to call him "husband," his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. Even after her voice had gone hoarse, he still hadn't let her go.

Sara glanced at the clock—it was nearly noon. She turned her head, only to find the bed beside her empty.

Adrian had already gotten up.

Sitting up slowly, she noticed faint marks on her shoulders and neck—remnants of the night before. But her body felt fresh and clean, a clear sign that Adrian had taken the time to bathe her before she fell asleep.

Reaching for the water glass on her nightstand, she smiled softly when she realized it was still warm. He always paid attention to the little things, ensuring her every need was taken care of.

Next to the glass was a sticky note. She peeled it off and recognized Adrian's bold, elegant handwriting:

"Stepped out for a bit. Back soon for lunch with you."

Sara couldn't help but smile as she picked up her phone to reply to Ella Duvall's texts.

[Sara Hart]:
Ella...

I just woke up. What news?

Ella Duvall's reply came in almost instantly.

[Ella Duvall]:
Girl, you slept that long?! You really did have a wild night, huh?

Anyway, check the finance news—there's something you need to see.

She sent a link, and Sara tapped on it.