My Wives Are Too Overpowered



CRAAAASH!

In reflex, Alex had slammed his brakes and made a sharp turn, crashing into a barrier at the side of the road.

The hood of the car was severely damaged and the airbags were deployed.

However, the person the airbags were supposed to save wasn't inside.

Alex, before the crash, felt a strong pull and the next thing he knew, he was in the air, looking at his car getting rammed into the barrier.

'Huh?' 

With visible surprise, he looked around and saw a pair of red heels and black trousers.

A few seconds later, he felt himself go down and was then back on his feet.

"Don't use your phone while driving," a cold voice resonated in Alex's ears.

Turning around, he saw a lady, probably in her late 20s, staring at him with a serious expression on her face.

Her fashion statement was bold, yet reserved with the red blazer she wore over her black top. No skin was exposed and from the looks of it, she appeared someone cold.

Despite that, an air of elegant authority radiated from her, making Alex feel that she may probably be a big shot.

Not wanting to put himself in trouble, Alex put his palm on his chest and said calmly, "My apologies, but it was necessary."

The lady's already cold expression seemed to turn annoyed as she heard that. "There's nothing more important than life. You were lucky that I was passing by, otherwise God knows what would've happened to you."

Alex could guess that this lady in front was probably a Blessed with the way she instantly pulled him out of his car.

Though he was sure that nothing would've happened to him even if he was inside as the car's safety was top notch. Add to that, he wasn't speeding and the damage was limited to the hood of his car.

In any case, she had still saved him and he wasn't an asshole to argue with her on this and get angry over the comments she was making.

With calmness, Alex replied to her, "It is exactly because life is important, did I use my phone, Miss. I am a neurosurgeon, I get emergency calls."

The cold beauty's annoyed expression vanished instantly as she heard that. 

She didn't want to bicker more with Alex on this since he was a complete stranger, so she nodded her head and said, "very well. Just be careful in the future."

"I will." Alex said with his palm on his chest. 

He then hurriedly asked, lest the lady left since the conversation was over, "If you don't mind me asking, what's your name, miss?"

The lady, with a serious expression on her face again, asked, "why do you want to know?"

Alex responded, "you saved my life, the least I can do is remember and repay you in some form in future if we ever come across paths."

The lady stared at Alex for a few seconds, wondering if his words were sincere or whether he was just trying to hit on her.

Feeling no perversion and pure sincerity, she said, "Marcelle Blanc," and walked away.

Looking at her departing back, Alex thought, 'Marciel Blahnk… strange name…'

The spelling of the lady's name in Alex's mind was what he made out from the way she pronounced it.

The spelling made him find her name strange, but shrugging, he went about his way, not thinking much of the lady.

Since Alex had his phone intact, he called for a cab and went to Nicole's place.

On his way, he worked a bit on his phone, texting Samuel and asking for updates regarding the company he was supposed to open. 

Samuel didn't reply and Alex guessed he might be busy.

He then texted Carl and asked where he was and what he was doing. 

The reply came in an instant. He had sent a picture of him working on his laptop in a dimly lit room.

More than a hundred tabs were open on his browser, all belonging to various streaming services around the world.

He texted Alex stating he was working on the thing he had asked him to, and Alex just sent a thumbs up emoji in response and got left on seen by Carl.

He then texted his wife, no, wives, and asked if the two wanted something during his return home.

Melissa sent a picture of a limited edition milk chocolate bar that was available only in a gourmet shop downtown while Nix asked for tampons and sanitary pads.

Apparently, it was that time of the month for her.

Alex had never bought tampons for anybody in his two lives, and it was the first time he had gotten such a request. 

It wasn't something awkward or weird, just something that made Alex realize… he now had the responsibility of not just his parents, but his two wives as well.

With Melissa such a thought never crossed his mind as she didn't get periods and didn't need tampons. She was a Goddess and that was the reason why.

Smiling and shaking his head, he put his phone away as he reached Nicole's place.

Sitting on the bench outside her house's gate, Nicole frowned as she watched Alex come out of a cab.

As he walked close to her, she got up and said, "Why do you take cabs? You could've just asked me and I would've sent someone to get you."

Alex sighed. "Don't ask, long story. Let's get your stitches removed first."

"No, no. I have all the time on hand. Go on, tell me what's the story." Nicole said as the two walked inside the gate of her massive mansion.

"Do you have access to the security cameras of 4th street?" 

"I can see the footage from it." Nicole said with an air of authority around her. 

"Check the footage from an hour ago."

Nicole did as Alex asked and punched in a few things on her phone, getting the footage in just a second.

As she watched the footage, she said, "car crash and…"

Nicole saw a guy being pulled out by a person from the crashing car.

"…damn!"

She turned to Alex and asked hurriedly, "you met with an accident!?"

Alex nodded. "That's right."

"Tch. Why didn't you call me then?" Nicole was really annoyed by Alex's behavior.

Alex shrugged. "Why should I bother you again and again? Don't you have work? Aren't you busy?"

"I am but I can always make some arrangements for you." Nicole replied. "You saved my life from cancer, that's the least I can do to you."

Alex chuckled hearing that. "Aren't you a Blessed? Will cancer really affect you?"

"Well, duh." Nicole answered, as if it was something obvious. "I am a normal human with some superpowers due to the blessings of God. That's about it. I am not someone immune to normal diseases."

Alex smiled. "Right, right."

While talking and walking inside the luxurious mansion, the two reached the room Nicole had prepared to get her stitches removed.

It was a small, clean and empty place. There was a stretcher, table, and a couch present in the room.

"Alright, we'll talk about these things later. Get on the stretcher, let's remove your stitches first." 

Nicole nodded. "These clothes are fine or should I change into something else?"

Nicole was in her work outfit, wearing a white formal shirt and black pants.

"It's fine," said Alex. "You just need to show me the place where the stitches are and the rest of the clothes can stay."

Nicole clicked her tongue in response. She looked at Alex and asked, "I don't understand why you would miss the opportunity to see me nude. You could very well say that I need to strip fully for the treatment and I would gladly do so."

Alex was taken aback with this response and stared at Nicole with a stupefied gaze.

Nicole looked at him and shook her head. "Am I not hot enough, Alex?"

Women loved compliments and there were some who fancied the gazes of men on them.

Although Nicole wasn't such a lady, the lack of reactions on Alex's face really made her feel insecure and think whether she was hot enough or not.

She didn't have a boyfriend yet and was absorbed in work for the most parts.

She did have many men glance at her, but their gazes were full of lust and perversion, making her believe that she probably was glamorous.

However, when she stumbled across Alex and saw his lack of interest, this made her think otherwise.

Was she not glamorous enough? Were the men in the past gawking at her just because she was the Director of the Feds? 

It was for the first time Nicole had thought about such things and her insecurities were peaking the more Alex showed no interest.

Even though Alex had no idea what was going on inside Nicole's head, he maintained a calm demeanor and said, "we can talk about this after your stitches are removed, Nicole. Get on the stretcher."

Nicole sighed and said, "fine."

She took off her shirt and was just in her bra. She was a dignified woman and not a slut to strip in front of someone to fish for attention and compliments.

Alex approved of this behavior and sighed in relief knowing Nicole was indeed a mature woman and acted according to her age.

He walked towards the table beside the stretcher and finding the necessary tools, first applied a numbing spray at the region of stitches, and then took them off.

Alex had so skillfully removed the stitches that there was no blood. 

He applied a cream that would let the scars fade away and throwing away the surgical gloves in the trash bin, said, "it's done."

Alex then went to the couch and sitting on it said, "we can talk now."