My Husband's "Addiction"

Married to Caleb Vance, a billionaire from a top-tier New York family, for six months. Yet, he still refuses to be intimate with me. Gradually, my heart turned cold, and I thought about divorce. But by chance, I overheard a conversation between him and his bros. "Some people, clearly lusting to death, yet desperately restrain themselves because they are afraid of scaring their wives. Not naming names." "Women can't resist temptation. Caleb, if you keep this up, don't cry when your wife runs away with someone else." The subject of the mockery just sipped his whiskey calmly. "I gave her everything others can give. I just want her to come home when she's had enough fun." Hearing this, his bros all laughed. "Don't act so magnanimous. If you're so tough, don't ask sad questions on your alt account every day." My mind raced, and I quickly opened Caleb's account. I saw the pinned post. [Finally married my crush, but I have a sex addiction. How can I give her a good experience without scaring her?] 1 Late at night. Once again, I put on the sheer nightgown I had prepared and walked towards Caleb's room. After we got married, he was busy with work. To avoid disturbing me, he voluntarily moved to the guest room. Counting carefully, we haven't had any physical contact for two weeks. Caleb had just come out of the shower. Seeing me sitting on the bed, he paused while drying his hair. "Why are you here?" His tone wasn't exactly gentle. I looked him up and down. Caleb's body was fantastic; even the bathrobe couldn't hide his bulging pecs and the looming outline of his abs. With his high nose bridge and slender fingers, he shouldn't be lacking in any department. But in the six months of our marriage, I hadn't had a chance to explore deeply. I didn't believe it. I went straight to the point. "I'm here to sleep with you." No matter how he tries to evade. Tonight, I must return fully loaded! Caleb's expression faltered slightly. Seeing my outfit, he said "okay" faintly. So smooth? I was a bit suspicious. When Caleb walked over, he seemed a bit at a loss. Only a small night light was left on the bedside table. Caleb lay down, a cool mist enveloping him. My mind wandered, my hand resting on his waist. Caleb stiffened all over, lowering his eyes a beat too slow. His voice was obscure in the dark night. "Want me to help you?" Before I could answer, he quickly retreated and opened the drawer. "..." The throb in my heart dissipated with his practiced movements. No need to ask, I knew what he was going to do. Fulfilling his duty as a husband, but not with his body. I couldn't help but feel annoyed. It's like this every time. His pants seem locked. Even when hard, it's useless. Seeing the finger cot he took out, my face instantly darkened. I snatched it angrily and threw it at him. "Help, help, help. You're so old-fashioned it kills me. What flowers can you bloom with that?" Out of anger, my voice became sharp. The night light was hazy, obscuring Caleb's true expression. But I could feel his dark eyes falling on me. Burning. Perhaps mixed with a bit of confusion. The grievance in my heart surged like a spring. I continued to curse: "Caleb Vance, if you can't do it, just say so. It's not like you're the only man in the world. I'll really find someone else!" Since we are husband and wife, why does it always feel like he's giving me charity? Caleb's voice was dry: "That's not what I meant." But he didn't initiate the next step. Not even holding my face to kiss me. The third time. I was fully prepared to go further, but I was rejected again. Gradually disappointed. I grabbed the robe I just took off by the bed and stood up. Slamming the door with a thunderous bang. 2 At my best friend's house. My phone vibrated non-stop. "Not answering?" Zoey tilted her head to look at me. I downed a mouthful of wine, the strong liquor making my throat bitter. Turned off the phone. I complained to her: "What kind of crappy cigarettes did you buy? One stick and I can't even speak." Zoey played with the cigarette pack with a smile: "They look good." She waved it in front of my eyes and got the truth out of me in a few words. I didn't plan to hide it from her. The problem was I had doubts in my mind. "Why won't Caleb touch me?!" "Maybe he doesn't like women?" I shook my head. In high school, Caleb never dated women. Countless men and women threw themselves at him only to be rejected. An idea popped into my mind. I narrowed my eyes: "Maybe he's keeping himself pure for my sister who went to Europe." There were rumors long ago that Caleb liked the gentle and quiet eldest daughter of the Li family. Thinking about it now, it's probably true. I was the substitute in this marriage. The one who was supposed to marry Caleb was my sister. But for her soulmate, she abandoned everyone and ran off to Europe with that artist. Caleb was a gentleman. In the six months of marriage, he never refused my requests, except for that matter. But when he helped me, watching me fall into passion, he looked cold and restrained. His eyes were not stained with lust, like an outsider. Does he still think I'm disgusting? Thinking about it for a while, my brain exploded. The dissipated grievance surged again. I slammed the wine glass on the table. "I've decided!" Zoey was startled by me: "Decided what?" "Divorce!" A useless man, no matter how handsome, has to be kicked. Especially when he hides someone else in his heart. I, Chloe Li, am not short of him. "Okay, okay, stop drinking." Thinking I was drunk, Zoey hurriedly dragged me to shower. She just got her nails done and slept restlessly. When I woke up the next day, there were a few red scratches on my neck. Turned on my phone, countless messages popped up. All asking where I was. Returning to the villa, seeing him at home, I was surprised. The air was filled with smoke, the ashtray on the coffee table full of cigarette butts. He lifted his eyes. His sharp features had a strong impact. "You're back?" Voice hoarse. His gaze touched the marks on my neck, pupils shrinking violently. His eyes dimmed instantly. I didn't sleep well at my best friend's house, plus my throat hurt from smoking too much. I had no mind to deal with him. As he was about to speak, I waved my hand with a dry voice: "Exhausted last night, I'm going upstairs first." I wasn't joking. I really planned to divorce Caleb. A marriage without sexual happiness is an unhappy one. 3 But as luck would have it, I got a fever that night. Body heavy, head dizzy. The door was pushed open. Caleb had showered. The smell of mint filled my nose, almost drowning me. I frowned and pushed him away. "I don't need your help." He stiffened: "Then who will help?" Voice deep. Coaxing with extreme restraint. "Be good, take the medicine and you won't feel bad." Cool fingertips touched my lips. His fingertips resting on his side suddenly clenched. Staring at my red, parted lips, his breathing became heavier. Unaware, I felt uncomfortable being held and turned to lie on the bed. "Alright, get out." In a daze, I heard the bathroom water running. Caleb seemed to be showering. ... Waking up again. I was held in Caleb's arms. The anomaly on my thigh was obvious. Warm breath sprayed on my ear. Caleb just woke up too, touching my forehead groggily. "Still a bit hot. Looks like the fever hasn't completely gone down." I sobered up instantly. That was heated up by you! I bent my elbow trying to push him away, but my waist was accurately gripped. Rough fingertips rubbed, sending tingles. I couldn't help but groan. "Chloe." Caleb called me softly, his voice deep and astringent, with a captivating bewitchment. "Shall we try?" "..." Usually, I would have accepted happily, but after last night, I felt disgusted. In my opinion, his move was completely a slap followed by a sweet date. Charity to me. Just recovering from illness, my body was extremely tired. I refused with a cold face. "Can't take it." The person behind me instantly turned pale, breathing trembling. Caleb retreated a distance. Didn't speak. When I turned around, I saw him staring at me with deep eyes, a bitter smile on his lips. "It's my problem. I don't blame you." I snorted. At least he has some self-awareness. "But can you not go overboard next time? It's uncomfortable to have a fever." Caleb lowered his eyes to hide his true emotions. After speaking, without waiting for my reaction, he got up to help me prepare clothes from the closet. Usually accustomed to wearing silk bathrobes, he rarely wore only a towel. Thin muscles and mermaid lines were visible at a glance. Gaze sweeping over his lean waist and perky butt, my heart beat a little fast. But that was all. If any other handsome man stood in front of me, my heart would race too. Caleb gave me the clothes. I changed in front of him without scruples. As expected, he turned his head quickly, eyes not staying on me for half a second. Only I didn't know. As soon as I left the room, Caleb entered my bathroom again. 4 A few days later, I suddenly realized I had fewer clothes. At first, I didn't care because the price wasn't expensive, and I didn't lack those few clothes. But over time, I found that the lace set Zoey bought me last week also disappeared. I couldn't figure it out, and there was no surveillance at home. Couldn't find out who the pervert was. At a meal, I had to tell Caleb. "There's a thief in the house." He was sitting unhurriedly at the dining table, holding my slice of bread to spread butter. Hearing this, his movement paused. Didn't even lift his head, thin lips parted slightly. With the calmness of Mount Tai collapsing in front of him without changing color. "What's missing?" "Underwear." "..." I said it lightly, not expecting his movement to deviate. The butter knife rested lightly on the small mole on the webbing of his hand, smearing a blob. I narrowed my eyes at his abnormal behavior. "Why are you nervous? Did you steal it?" Caleb was quiet for a few seconds, laughed breathily, narrow eyes staring straight at me. "What do you think?" Before going to the company, Caleb would dress neatly. His myopia wasn't severe, but he would wear gold-rimmed glasses, making his features extraordinarily deep. At this moment, under those thin lenses, his black pupils were colder than the sunlight outside. I scoffed. Think what? Caleb is such an old-fashioned, boring, upright person. Besides, why would he take my underwear for no reason? Simply skipped the topic: "What time will you be back tonight? I have something for you." The divorce agreement has been drafted. Caleb handed the bread forward, replying quickly: "I'll be back as soon as you want." Spoke fast too. So fast I didn't even react to where the sentence broke. His phone rang. The assistant waiting outside the courtyard with a briefcase came to remind him time was up. Caleb left. I touched my heart that missed a beat, then touched my inexplicably red earlobes. A bit ashamed and angry. Can't he speak properly? Why flirt!