Affair Book Novels & Stories

Sofie squealed as she looked at her daughter with one of the most rich and qualified bachelor. She had wished for her daughter to continue the extravagant life she lived ever since she entered the world and she had been lucky to hit the jackpot. Outside Keith paid no attention to Fiona who sat across him as he went through his phone trying to bring down the news of his upcoming engagement before it reached her. “Babe, what are you doing?” Fiona called in a manner that made him want to puke so badly but he kept quiet. When Fiona saw she wasn't getting any response from him she leaned over the table in a manner that her cleavage was revealed to him.

My eyes widened, “Jeremy! You know I’m not on birth control! You were supposed to pull out!” “You really expect me to believe that it makes you sick? Come on, get real Marley. A real woman lets her man nut in her. You better get some plan b then. I don’t want you knocked up just yet,” he pulled out of me and pushed me down onto the bed. “Lick me clean, slut,” he shoved his member in my face, and I tentatively licked his semen along with my juices off his dick. Jeremy smiled in pleasure and patted my cheek, “good girl.”

He promised that someday, he would give her the grand, magnificent wedding she deserved—one where she'd receive the world's blessings and never regret their years together. But seven years into their marriage, as they went from startup to IPO, instead of the wedding he promised, she got his infidelity. Fine then. These divorce papers would be her gift to commemorate his affair. She opened her eyes, once beautiful and clear, now containing nothing but ice. She took out her phone, photographed the signed divorce agreement, and sent it to her mother-in-law, Hazel Gray. Three days ago, she had already negotiated terms with Hazel, armed with evidence of George's affair.

I asked getting angry "You can call it so ma'am" he said smiling. "Am fine so there's no need to check on me" I shoot at him harshly. I slammed the door in his face before he could say another word and head up to my room very angry. Carlos is being very insecure since that accident, I got in bed with Cassie and covered her up. didn't bother to take her to her room since she's already sleeping and I need the company. I kissed her forehead and didn't realized when I fell asleep.

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.

Hardy was devoted to her, so certain of their future together, that the idea of her hesitating would be unthinkable to him. But the truth was, she didn’t feel the same certainty. Because her heart belonged to someone else. And that someone else was Hardy’s father, Will. The thought of Will stirred a forbidden thrill within her, mingling with a deep, aching guilt. Their affair had begun as something reckless and impulsive, a spark that had ignited and consumed her before she even knew what was happening. Will was everything Hardy wasn’t—charismatic, worldly, and thrillingly unpredictable. With him, she felt alive in ways she hadn’t known were possible. But the reality was dangerous and messy,

It was almost as if he was deeply in love with me. He changed my entire wardrobe and took me to a salon for a total makeover. Rather than my messy bun that I had always kept my hair in, my hair was now let down and had wavy curls. I looked totally different. I looked like a Vanderbilt now. Any lady who could be opportune to my current life would be so happy, but I wasn’t. For the past one week, all I could think about was my passionate night with Daniel, the stranger from the bar. As I sat in the living room, reading this romance book, all I could think about was Daniel and I being the main characters.

he says softly, "you’re shaking. Whatever it is, you don’t have to force it. I don’t mind you not telling me." My hands tremble more. His blind trust in me is just too strong. It’s the more reason why I can’t continue to keep I’m in the dark. I take a deep breath, the scent of toasted bread and coffee suddenly making me lightheaded. "I had an affair with him, Elias. Years ago, when I was just a junior assistant at Gray Stone Luxury Real Estate and Hospitality." Elias doesn't blink, he brows just furrows a bit. He just leans in, his focus entirely on me.

My jaw tightened further. “How do they trade someone like that… for them?” I muttered. Aaron didn’t answer. “There’s another problem,” he added instead. I dragged my gaze back to him. By now, irritation simmered beneath my skin. “What now?” “They’ve already entered her into the lottery.” Everything in me stilled. “Were they selected?” I asked sharply. Aaron shook his head. “No… not exactly.” I frowned. “Then what?” He hesitated briefly before continuing. “Apparently, her sister has been having an affair with the ex-fiancé for over three years.”

"Is that okay with you?" She was stunned into stillness. I saw it in the parting of her lips, the dilation of her pupils, the way her hand found my face as if drawn by magnetic force. She was remembering too. Paris. The consent that had been its own aphrodisiac. The way I had trembled against her, not from fear but from the overwhelming rightness of being chosen, being wanted, being seen.