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My Girlfriend Is A Nutcase!
img img My Girlfriend Is A Nutcase! img Chapter 2 Expectations
2 Chapters
Chapter 6 The tournament img
Chapter 7 A Phone call img
Chapter 8 The Teasing img
Chapter 9 The Teasing 2 img
Chapter 10 The Teasing 3 img
Chapter 11 How About Us img
Chapter 12 Leila Backs up img
Chapter 13 Angela Ditched Me img
Chapter 14 We Meet! img
Chapter 15 A Love Romance img
Chapter 16 One More Chance img
Chapter 17 The Worst Days img
Chapter 18 When Is The Wedding img
Chapter 19 Three Months Later img
Chapter 20 She Dumped Him img
Chapter 21 Depressed Matt img
Chapter 22 Out of the situation img
Chapter 23 Out of the situation 2 img
Chapter 24 The Healing Phase img
Chapter 25 One Year Later img
Chapter 26 The Last Chapter img
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Chapter 2 Expectations

Matt POV....

"Hi Steve, I needed my salary for the past three months. I am almost running out of my savings because of you. Could you please make the payments more regular? I have several bills lined up." I said to my boss.

"I am trying my best to make the payments for my employees. You do know that we are just starting with the business, and we have also lost several clients in the past. I am working on stabilizing the company now, rest assured, your salary will be in your account by next month." Steve Replied.

"This would get difficult, and I may have to start looking for other options. Anyways, please let me know once you process the payments. Thank you very much." I spoke.

"Sure Matt. Thank you for your understanding as always." He hung up the call and this was the end of the conversation with my boss.

I had a date lined up and I am broke. I would have to cancel the date or call her woman to chill. Maybe I will prepare a meal for her if that makes her feel romantic enough to begin a connection. Generally, girls are not homie and that always turned me off. She seemed great and funny while I was talking to her on the phone. Let's see if we can end up doing something for a long time and eventually, turn out to be my type.

I want to be with someone .... She called me already.

"Hey girl, how are you?" I asked sweetly.

"I am fine. What is the plan for today?" She asked me. I liked her voice.

"You wanna come home tonight? I will make you dinner. I cook awesome." I complimented myself. Whoever had eaten my food, they could not resist but compliment. My friends say that I should turn into a chef or start a restaurant of my own.

"I think I would like that. Hope there will be no visitors as such." She asked in a very sweet voice. I knew what she meant already.

"It will be us, alone." I replied. They hung up the call after saying each other goodbye.

I got to start preparing the meals, but I need to order some groceries. I saw her through a video call, and we have done it over the phone. I am excited to do it for real on my bed. I am sure it would be awesome. I can't wait already, and I am horny just by the thought of having her by my side.

I have decided to cook some Indian cuisine as she mentioned me earlier. I think she would feel good having all the spices being added to the food. While the grocery gets delivered, I will set the stage for the dinner. I have a few lights at home that the girl who stayed with me for six months bought. I still have the lights preserved. Just like a memory you know.

I have rearranged the furniture in the living room making it look cozier. I need to get the dishes done too in the next thirty minutes.

I rushed to the kitchen and it was a whole mess. I need to clean the entire house.

Oh God!

I should had called her tomorrow.

Come on Matt..Rush....Take this as a challenge

I tried to finish the errands soon which I did. The grocery was here already by the time I finished doing the dishes. I quickly took a shower and already had the dinner ready on the dining table. I dressed up casually and gelled up my hair that makes me look ten times hotter.

As I was staring at my preparation, the doorbell rang and I jumped out of excitement. Without wasting a second, I rushed to open the door.

I like what I see. She is pretty and she has come wearing my favorite color. No doubt I had the vibes so strong that she could be the one. She wore a short purple dress that is hugging her body. She is in good shape, and I think I can date her for long. I may not know she may turn out to be my future wife.

She is very romantic is what I could guess by the way she is talking but I am not. I am not a fan of romantic fools but yes, opposites attract. I am a strong believer of that.

We enjoyed the whole time together and I liked her presence in my house. It was nice to catch up with her at home and I feel better than the other girls who dropped by in my place.

Our evening dinner passed quickly, and we already started getting more and more comfortable with each other.

"I like the way you touch me." She spoke. The compliment made me want her more. I got closer to her and she got closer to me. The next thing that happened blew my mind. She took the lead but wait, I am an alpha male and I am the one supposed to lead the whole scene. This is a red flag to me for sure.

I am dominant but she is riding me. I like the way she is doing it but I am alpha. There we were immersed with each other's body until we got tired and stopped. She was tired too but equally horny as me. We were heat and we were enjoying the fact that we are so comfortable with each other. It seemed like we were meant to be together.

We did it whole night and slept only by morning. She was still naked at breakfast, and she was enjoying teasing me. I did not realize that she got her office clothes. She went for a shower after breakfast and some more cozy moments. She came back all dressed in a formal attire. She looks even more sexier but she is already dressed.

Oh God!

I cannot believe that I am still horny at this moment after doing it the whole night and post breakfast. I want her so bad but what happened the next moment caught me off guard. I saw her dialer ID and it said, 'husband'.

"Husband is calling you. Are you married?" I interrogated.

"Yes I am. He would probably come to pick me up from the target store nearby." She said confidently.

"Wait, you have a husband and you spend the night with me. Won't he mind?" I was shocked.

Here I am looking for a wife and here she goes cheating her husband. She would cheat me too like she did last night. We did have phone sex and she never told me she was married.

What is going on here?

"Let me explain you. My husband is not that great on the bed. I never get satisfied. Hence, I hook up with other men that I meet on dating site for some pleasure. He does not know anything about it. I tell him that I am going for a sleepover in my friend's place. Besides, he is a businessman who is always busy with his meetings. He hardly has time for me and I have my needs." She clarified.

"Isn't this cheating?" I asked with a state of shock and confusion.

"I don't care if my needs are satisfied. He never took the lead and I was tired of being dominant while I used to have sex with him. I really wanted him to take lead at times and I love to become submissive too."

"This is still cheating. I don't sleep with married women." I said, although I was really feeling bad for myself, and she hid the truth.

"I don't tell anybody as nobody will sleep with me then. I have my needs to satisfy. No toys or my husband is enough for me. I liked how we balanced our dominance when we did it. We both are alpha." She giggled.

"You are a cheating wife. Get out of my house."

"I am satisfied. I don't need you anyway. I just came for fun and I had fun with your body. Goodbye." She winked at me and left me startled.

"I have my principles. Please leave cheater." I was angry and thank God she was out the next moment.

I would have blurted out at her the next moment if she stood in front of me for another minute.

I slept with a cheating wife. I feel bad for her husband. I wish I don't get a wife like this one who would cheat on me. I am traumatized. I better just go and play off badminton today.

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