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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.”

Both Cheryl and Carlos were always faithful to every promise they made together, that whatever the reason, they would never forgive the affair. It's not about Carlos' loyalty, it's about Cheryl's loyalty. It's true that Carlos has never had an affair, but last night Cheryl slept with a stranger. She held Rafael in her arms all night even though nothing else happened between them but sleep. So, does Carlos deserve to stick with a woman like Cheryl? "Tell me you're not having an affair, Cheryl!" Carlos walked closer. He reached out to grip Cheryl's chin tightly. “Carlos… it’s hurt.” She said with great difficulty, she tried to free Carlos' hand, but his grip was too strong.

I had cared for her without hesitation and faced every hardship alongside her. Even after I learned of her affair and that she was pregnant with another man's child, I foolishly held onto the hope that she'd come back to me. It wasn't until she had me imprisoned because of that college student and caused my parents' deaths that I truly woke up. I realized even the purest love could turn into bitter hatred. After all, feelings were never set in stone. As I touched the folds of my resignation letter, my eyes remained steady and composed. This time, I vowed not to repeat the same mistakes.

"What a strange guy! She didn't want to touch her stomach again, for fear, that she might just begin to get too emotional. She has been doing that since she woke up from her unconscious state. She wanted to do something different, so she went online, and could see the comment online. Netizens always have a way of giving opinions that no one asked for. They would always act as the high and low judge in cases like this, and there will always be someone to blame. They were calling her all sort of names. Her affair had gone viral. When she was living her life, as lowly prostitute, no one saw her, no one thought she was suffering too much, but just when she hit the jackpot by dating a really weal

She knew it was going to be a long night. THE END Thank you so much for reading Forced Affairs. Please feel free to check out my other stories. Thank you.

"Wow! He must be loaded. so where does he stay? Is it a big house?" "You can't even imagine. Its a 5 bedroom penthouse!!" "This guy's a catch. Marry him!" Swati said. I laughed " I haven't thought of marriage yet. I am still too young for it. We are taking it slow." "How serious are you Aarya?" Swati asked. "I love him Swati. I do. I hope it lasts. I want it to last forever." "Awww how romantic." Swati cooed. I threw a pillow at her.

What just happened? I leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes. My body was on fire, arousal coiled low in my belly. I knew lines shouldn’t be crossed. I knew office affairs were dangerous, especially with someone like Damien Cross. But the way he looked at me… The way his voice dipped when he said my name… The way my skin tingled just from his touch… I didn’t just want more—I craved it. Later That Night I was curled on my couch in sweatpants, trying to watch a rom-com on N*****x when my phone buzzed. I grabbed it lazily, assuming it was my friend Cara. But the name that lit up the screen made me sit up straighter.

I hissed, my voice low and controlled, yet splintering beneath the surface. Clara blinked dramatically, “Wait… you know her?” She teased, cocking her head with a fake gasp. Laughter would have erupted from me if I hadn’t been the main character here.. This girl had no limit to her madness. Anna and I had hooked up last summer in New Jersey. It was fun until she started talking about wedding dresses and baby names. I ghosted the hell out of that situation and blocked her on everything. Judge me later.

I fell back against the wall. ‘These two are a pair of chuckle heads! This foppish man and this blasted girl!’ ‘Brian, think,’ I begged him. ‘Calm down and think. How do you feel about Hyacinth’s wolf, Dolly?’ ‘She is a fine young thing,’ he said tremulously. ‘But these lies cannot be true!’ ‘I cheated on Rhiannon,’ I pointed out, sliding my back down the wall and curling in on myself. ‘And she cheated on me. What mates have you ever known to do that?’

His affections, it turned out, had wandered far from the confines of his home. Maite, Aaron’s ex-girlfriend, a woman with a fiery spirit and a penchant for luxury, had become the object of his clandestine affections. Their meetings were a carefully orchestrated ballet of deception, a series of stolen moments in quiet cafes and secluded hotels, carefully masked by a veneer of respectability.