Boss,I'm Not Your Stand-in Gilrfriend

She didn't know what happened to Gavin today? Ever since she got home, she had been pestered by him.

Even though there were only two of us at home, I needed a private space. I still wanted to find some time to find out the recruit information. But this guy would not let me go. He circled me, left to right, back to front, afraid I would not see him for a second.

Finally, I got anxious and yelled at him, "What are you doing! Why do you keep chasing me?"

Gavin said very obsequiously, "You are my wife. If I like you, of course I will pester you."

I couldn't stand it anymore and moved a little further away. "Then can you stop loving me so much, so that I can have some space to breathe?"

"No, I can't."

"Then you'd better love someone else." I said coldly.

Gavin quickly caught up with him. I was confused. What's wrong with him today? I looked into his eyes. He looked at me and kissed me. Before I could react, he began to breathe heavily.

I understood at once, and I was also annoyed about my carelessness. We were an old couple with sex experience. So it was impossible for me to not understand this thing. But the problem was that he was injured now, so I couldn't exert strength.

I quickly pushed him away. "No, your wound hasn't yet healed. If you use strength, you will be afraid of bleeding."

Gavin smirked, "Then let's change a position. You're on top."

Blushing, I gave Gavin a hard push and scolded, "Get out!"

I pushed it too hard, Gavin covered his arm and leaned against the wall with a bitter look. I was worried and rushed to his wound. "What's wrong? Does it hurt? Is the wound split open? It's all my fault..."

But before I could finish my sentence, Gavin kissed me and grabbed the back of my head with his sound hand. Although he only used one hand, I wasn't as strong as he was. After a while, I felt that the temperature in the room had risen a lot.

Gavin looked up at me and asked, "Is that okay what I just said it."

I had no other choice. In fact, I missed him a lot, since I had not seen him in a long time, so I had to nod. Gavin understood my answer and pulled me into the bedroom. I felt like it was like our first time when I followed him.

Since it was uncomfortable for Gavin to turn on the light, he asked me to help him take off his clothes. "My face is on fire. Fortunately, I did not turn on the light, and I felt somewhat at ease. If we were facing each other with the lights on, I definitely would not be able to keep my eyes open."

Then Gavin lay down carefully on the bed, and put a hand round my waist, so that I lay on the bed. I dared not open my eyes, so Gavin said, "Look at me."

His voice seemed full of magical power and was deep and sexy. I opened my eyes and looked him straight in the eye. In the darkness, all I could see were his black and bright eyes, like two precious pearls, pulling me into an unfathomable vortex...

However, there were always consequences to indulging my sexual desire. For two days I was too weak to support myself. Gavin could not stop smiling when he saw me. I kept kicking him and said, "Why are you laughing? This is all because of you!"

Gavin was even more proud, "Of course it's because of me, only because of me!"

I rolled my eyes and ignored him, but I finally had peace for a while. I could find a job quietly.

Gavin was about to go to work. His wounds had started to heal, but I was still a little scared. I asked him if he could postpone for another two days.

Gavin said no, "If I am not here, I think Jeff is complacent. I must go back now. Besides, the Cox family is against me because I broke my promise last time. If I do not go back now, we will have to live on air." I understood his difficulty, "Then go ahead, just remember to be careful."

Gavin left after he agreed, I cleaned up the house alone, feeling quiet.

During this time, I received several job interviews and scheduled the interview. After hanging up, I felt relieved.

But I touched the ring on my hand again. Thinking of the last time, I still had a lingering fear. I must be careful in the future.

In the evening Gavin called to say he would be back for dinner. I asked him if he was very busy because he was working overtime. He did not tell me why, but just asked me to cook at home and wait for him.

He might come back and dine with me, I have no objection to that, of course. But I fear he shall be tired after dinner and going back and forth to the company.

Actually, Gavin could not eat anything. His wound had just begun to heal. He couldn't eat beef, mutton, seafood, or even eggs.

I was a little worried about what to cook tonight. I thought it was early and went to the supermarket.

After a walk through the living area, I found nothing. Then I went to the tableware area. I looked at the plate for the fish and thought it was pretty. So I picked it up to look at it.

At that moment a boy ran past me and bumped against my body. I was so startled that I clutched the plate in my hand tightly. I let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, it had not broken. I was about to put the plate back in its original place when the boy ran back to me and even nudged me, smiling. Before I could react, I

smashed a soup pot.

I looked at the shards on the ground and was speechless. When I heard the noise, the waiter came over to see what had happened here. Luckily, I was able to catch the little boy who was trying to run away quickly.

The waiter looked at the pieces on the ground in surprise and asked, "Is this your child?"

I quickly denied, "No, no, no, it's not mine!"

At this point the children's parents also heard the noise and rushed over. When they saw me grabbing the child's wrist, they immediately rushed over and said, "Why are you grabbing our child? You're using too much force, you will hurt our child!"

I quickly explained, "Your kid ran into me, and I broke a soup pot!"

The parent immediately became unreasonable: "Hey, you! Make it clear! Why did we hit you? You accidentally broke it and are trying to pin it on us!"

The waiter did not know who to believe. I was really angry. "He really hit me, and on purpose. Not only did he hit me for the first time, but he pushed me twice from backwards. That knocked the soup pot over!" The waiter grabbed my clothes and said, "Forget it. A pot of soup is not expensive."

"The waiter's words really surprised

me. What does he mean? Does he want me to compensate? I was originally going to pay for it, but now everyone targets at me. I certainly will not give in. I went forward and stopped that kid from leaving.

II

The woman screamed again, "What are you doing? You want to grab my child! Somebody! Help! Catch a human trafficker!"

After the disturbance, more and more people gathered. I said, unyeildingly, "It was he who beat me. Why should I alone pay for it?"