Angst Cheating Romance Books Novels & Stories

❞ he said it with a laugh, but it was still obvious that he was hurt by his situation. ❝Did you dream? We're not in an erotic romance that you're reading, that you sleep with a stranger and wake up and don't remember anything happened.❞ he said firmly, as if he were pissed off at her. Wait! What? Erotic romance—how did he know I read erotic romance novels? Angel secretly buys erotic romance novels, and she also secretly reads them; she only reads them when she has nothing to do and every night to help her sleep. Angel was reading it inside the room, and even her dead twin didn't know it either.

She used to do make-up , prepare herself, wear sexy night gowns but everything was total rubbish to me . I tried to bear up with her for a while but when l saw Harriet the receptionist all my moods towards her changed . Everytime Harriet walked in my office in her tight short skirt , she could make it clear that she wants me . Everytime she walks in my office , she goes under the table and pulls my dick out . With her currently pleasuring me , l know it that l should feel awful for what I'm doing to Alexa but l don't . I was now obsessed with cheating and l caredless .

“He has someone now and I like you too much to come between you two. Also, I was trained not to date married men.” I didn’t know if I could believe her or not, but she sounded genuine. This was the first time someone that was Anthony’s fling was kind to me. The others who knew me always resented me for being his friend, so it was weird to see someone like her being this way. “And don’t worry. Anthony and I never fucked. We only kissed back then. Looking back now… ew, he was one ugly kid.” Angela shuddered. I could not stop myself from chuckling at her words and the expression that came with it. Angela seemed to be a chill person and maybe she was not so bad after all, only condescending.

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

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My body tensed each time she seductively brushed his hands with her bloody red fingertips, and I felt my blood simmer and boil over when she leaned towards him to whisper words into his ear. I tried to make out the words as her lips moved but could not. The little minx was trying hard to make it clear that they were a thing. Or were they? I shook my head vehemently to zero that thought. It was none of my business if Angel chose to get back together with his cheating ex. “Are you okay?” Salvatore's voice rang in my ear but I was far from okay. Angel looked up from his meal, our eyes locking briefly before he tore his gaze away to return Zeta's whispers.

“You’ve been ignoring my calls, ignoring my messages, posting pictures of yourself living it up while I’ve been sitting at home waiting like an idiot. And the entire time you’ve been here doing this?” “You’re overreacting,” he snapped. I stared at him, stunned by the audacity. “Overreacting? You’re cheating on me in your office in the middle of the day and you’re telling me I’m overreacting?” “It didn’t mean anything,” he said coldly. “It’s just sex.” The words hit me harder than I expected. I shook my head, laughing bitterly as tears of pure rage burned my eyes. “Just sex,” I repeated. “Do you hear yourself? We’ve been married for years, Mark. Years. And this is how you treat me?”

I slipped out carefully so I wouldn’t wake her. * I went to the kitchen and prepare breakfast for us.... Toast bread and tea.... I carried the tray back into the bedroom and set it carefully on the nightstand. Then I sat on the edge of the mattress and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Yasmeen.” Her lashes fluttered. For a second she looked soft, almost peaceful. Then she shifted. Her eyes flew wide. She sat up so fast the sheet slipped, exposing her bare breasts. “What the fuck did you do to me last night?” she whispered, her voice hoarse. Before I could answer she grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at my chest. You made me cheat.... You Bastard...... she screamed.

Quite big for an average educated girl like myself. As I approached her, I walked in a most dejected posture, my eyes bent to the floor, as I crossed my hands over my exposed breast. When I looked at her, from the way she frowned her face, I know she wasn't buying my fake facial expression. 'Fuck who cares.' I glared back at her. For a moment there I forgot again what I had come to do, not until I heard her answered the phone. "Yes Sir, the applicants are waiting Sir."

Almost gritting his teeth, he started speaking, “Matthew, this whole thing is hard for me too! I’m not as shameless as you said!” “Really? I think you are! I think you’re the most shameless man on Earth!” Matthew was not polite at all when speaking. “I’ve seen men who cheated in their marriage, but you’re the first one to cheat with your wife’s most despised person!” “You said that you loved and protected her, and yet you hooked up with the daughter of her father’s mistress. If you had some sense of shame in you, you wouldn’t have forced Christina to be your lover after getting engaged with the mistress’ daughter. All you do is hurt her, and you’ve never considered her feelings!”