My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Since Armand thought it would be too much work to carry her all the way out to the bed, he just held her waist and put her on the washbasin. Then he plugged in the hairdryer and passed it to Genevieve. Instead of taking the hairdryer from him, Genevieve lowered her head and smiled subtly. “Mr. Faulkner,” she said, “why not you go an extra mile since you already cleaned my hair? It’s not easy to blow-dry my own hair like this. Besides, my hair is so long.” Armand fell into silence for a while. With a sigh, he turned on the hair dryer and did as she requested. The sound of the hairdryer echoed in the bathroom. Because Genevieve’s hair was long and thick, it took Armand a good half an hour before her hair completely dried. Just as he wanted to turn off the hair dryer and leave, he realized Genevieve had circled her legs around him, locking his movement. Armand glanced down at her. Under the warm yellow lighting in the bathroom, Genevieve’s features appeared to be exceedingly lovely. She gazed up at Armand alluringly, but the man looked unfazed. “Let go,” he said emotionlessly yet gently. “My legs are tired. I need to rest them somewhere,” she replied innocently. “Well, you can still leave. I’m not stopping you.”

 

 

Despite what she said, she did not give Armand the chance to leave as she leaned against him. The design of the washbasin at the hotel was low. Since Armand was tall, Genevieve had to lift her head to look at him. She blinked and stared at the man. “Are you afraid of me, Mr. Faulkner?” “Why should I be? I just don’t like you being so close to me.” “But what if I want to?” Genevieve grabbed his shirt, forcing him nearer to her. They were so close her breathing was beating against his lips. Genevieve widened her eyes and stared at him as she waited for a response. When she could not help but blink, her lashes brushed against his lips. But still, Armand did not respond. Seeing that, Genevieve leaned forward and planted a short kiss on his lips. Her eyes smiled. The kiss was soft and tantalizing as if it embodied all the feelings she had for him. Armand swallowed dryly at her attempt. His arm was still supporting her from the side, but he did not move further. Genevieve wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheeks and his Adam’s apple. “Mando,” she murmured softly, “you still look so handsome after so many years.” Her fingers ran across his brows before sliding down his nose bridge. “Do you miss me?” Armand finally looked down at her. He cupped her head and kissed her hard. Genevieve’s limbs tightened around his waist and around his neck. She could feel his warm chest pushing against her body as he lifted and carried her outside. Genevieve was not sure if it was because of his movement or the intoxicating kiss that her vision of the ceiling light was blurry. It was as if she was drunk.

 

 

Engulfed by Armand’s warmth and the softness of the bed, Genevieve felt lethargy washing over her. She closed her eyes to rest with her arms still around him. “Mando…” she whined softly, “could you stay with me tonight?” She felt secure with him around. Her sleep would always be sweet and deep. When Genevieve woke up again, it was already morning. A whole night of physical closeness had left her body hot and sweaty. She opened her eyes and saw the beautiful green Genevieve Orsi tattooed on Armand’s firm chest with her initials and a series of numbers below it. A smile curved on her lips, and she kissed his chest. Little did she know Armand was already up and had been looking at her quietly all this while. “What?” she asked. “Can’t I kiss you?” She arched her brows, kissing him once more on his chin. The stubbles on his chin rubbed against her lips, putting a frown on her brows. Armand flashed a faint smile. He pushed Genevieve away and got out of bed from another side. Then he grabbed the bathrobe hanging on the chair before putting it on. “Hey, are you not carrying me to the bathroom after all you did to me last night? My whole body is sore now, thanks to you. Do you expect me to walk there?” she asked grumpily when she saw that he was going to the bathroom.

 

 

“You came on me,” Armand replied calmly. “You brought it on yourself, so you’ll have to suck it up.” “I seduced you, but you could well reject me, right?” Genevieve argued, lying back in bed. “I don’t care. You have to carry me over, or I’ll just stay here the whole day.” Armand was at a loss for words. He turned back and scooped her up from the bed. The blanket slipped off from her body, revealing the love bites all over her delicate skin. Armand grabbed another bathrobe and wrapped it around her before carrying her to the bathroom. Once they entered, he put her on the washbasin before he ripped the toothbrush package off, squeezed out some toothpaste, and stuffed the toothbrush in Genevieve’s mouth. While they were washing up, someone’s phone suddenly rang. Hearing that it was hers, Genevieve asked Armand to fetch her phone. Genevieve picked up immediately when she saw that it was the housekeeper who was in charge of taking care of the kids. “Anything?”