Novelas y relatos de A Summer Affair

"I don't like to eat fish," Cherryl said. "Why?" Rafael asked as he removed the bones from his grilled fish before he reached out to let Cheryl eat from his hand. The nights are getting colder. The air in the middle of autumn always managed to make the bones shiver, but the bonfire in front of her made the air feel warm. Because of that, Cheryl still had no intention of going into the tent even though Alfonso had been sleeping since earlier after he had an argument with Beatrice because she sprayed insect repellent into their tent.

I had completely forgotten about it until yesterday while I was making dinner and I promised myself to return the dishes to her today after work. I was about to ring the bell when the door flung open and my gaze met with hazel orbs and he looked really angry about something. *********************************************************************************** * FLASHBACK. Speaking to Diane over the phone, Charlotte retrieved her luggage from the baggage reclaim area. “Yeah, I'm still at the airport.” “The agency texted that his chauffeur is by the parking lot.” “Okay, I'll go there now.” “I'm sorry for putting you through this.” “I told you not to worry, I'm fine with it. You take care of the

But the bed was cold and empty, and she knew he was far away, at the Summerfield campus. D'Andre, Taylor, and Catalina were basking in the vibrant atmosphere of Summerfield University. They lounged on a bench, their eyes fixed on the spirited practice of the cheerleading squad. Taylor had his laptop open, attempting to multitask by reviewing a subject lesson for an upcoming quiz. As the cheerleaders performed gravity-defying stunts and executed synchronized routines, the three friends couldn't help but be drawn into the electrifying energy of the campus. The air was filled with cheers and laughter, a stark contrast to the heaviness that had hung between Maiari and D'Andre.

“Good evening. My wife and I are here to clear up some misinformation.” A reporter instantly shouted, “Mr. Davenport, is it true your wife had an affair with Adrian Blackwood.” Julian chuckled as if it was laughable. “Affair? Of course not. What you saw was a business relationship.” Another reporter jumped in. “So you deny she spent nights at Mr. Blackwood house?” “I don’t deny it,” Julian said coolly. “I knew about the meetings. Royce and I have a complicated history, but Clara was there to represent a joint project—nothing more.”

A fleeting surge of adrenaline and heat that shouldn’t have happened in the first place. This was the right thing to do. I had to pull myself together and avoid him from now on. And who even knew if Ivan really had feelings for me or if it was just some thrill for him? He could’ve just been playing around. He’s still young, too young. He’s impulsive, and people his age feel things so intensely one day and forget all about it the next. Besides, I’m not staying here forever. Less than two weeks from now, I’ll be back in Manila. Back to reality. There’s no point in complicating things. Ivan will move on, and all of this will just be a strange summer memory we both pretend never happened.

"He served time in prison after Fiona pressed fraud charges against him. Upon his release last month, he began seeing a wealthy woman. In a public attack, his ex-wife hurled acid at him, leaving half his face disfigured." Frank spoke calmly, as if reciting a routine financial report. "He's working at a nightclub now, catering to clients with particular tastes." I gazed quietly out the window, taking a sip of my champagne. Outside, the sunset over Munisberg bathed Frostspire Peak in a warm, golden light. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was a message from my wife. "So, what are you craving tonight? I'll take care of dinner." In the photo, she held a freshly caught trout, our villa by the Swervan

“And don’t give me that nonsense about worrying the child will live with a stain on his name forever. If you were really worried about staining his life, you wouldn’t have had an affair with Frank in the first place!” Summer said nothing. Dora was frighteningly clear-headed now. So clear-headed that no matter what Summer said, no matter how pitiful she tried to make herself seem, she could not dispel Dora’s suspicion. No. Dora was no longer suspicious. She was certain. Seeing Dora like this, Summer also knew there was no point in saying more. In the end, she covered her face and ran out in anger. Watching her run off with that wronged expression, Dora gave a cold snort.

Rosie said, turning to her. Now all eyes were on her. She stiffened slightly. For a moment, she wished the ground would just open up and swallow her. She cleared her throat. “Ehm… I…” she started, then steadied herself. “I think Sarah’s right. They weren’t supposed to have an affair in the first place. It was selfish on their part.” She paused briefly. “The father not thinking about his son… and Jordan not thinking about her boyfriend’s feelings.” When she finished, she felt it.

He tore my panties off and I released a slight moan feeling the cool breeze on my core from the AC, I waited in anticipation biting my lip, summer loved it when he fucked her rough like this, he was her first and only. I heard his pants drop as he kissed his mark on my neck then put his hand around my neck in a slight choke saying, "It looks good on you," and felt him enter me with one thrust, I moaned holding on to the desk for dear life as he thrust into me balls deep. He had his way with me and I enjoyed it, feeling his cum run out of me as my legs shake, catching my breath, coming down from my sexual high after my intense orgasm, it was confusing at times because Summer died the moment I

Keith had planned a confession scene that no woman would reject, but it definitely was ineffective on Summer. Summer rejected the confession without any hesitation. She said coldly, "No! Are you stupid? I already have a husband. How could I be your girlfriend?" Having said that, she shifted her gaze from the diamond ring in his hand to the cake, poking it slightly with her finger and then tasting it. "Delicious! This cake is not bad," Summer remarked. She just had spaghetti and now, she was indulging in this delicious dessert. Life felt incredibly good right then.