Business Of Loving Cheats Novels & Stories

"I am not in the mood, now get off of me." He used to love it when I was aggressive, so I began to kiss his neck making him slowly begin to moan. "I will do all the work." he complied, it didn't take him long to attach his lips to mine. I held back the vomit, as it made me sick to my stomach. Sleeping with the devil was beneath me, but I had to do what I had to do. I manage to slip his phone under the bed after silencing it. I am no longer going to be a victim of his game. I will end the sex trafficking that he started if it was the last thing I do! Even if it's the death of me.

Our waitress comes to our table in a short amount of time, placing two glasses of water on our table and handing us two menus. We order cheese sticks for appetizers, and I order Chateau Lafite 1787 for drinks which is vintage Red wine, one of my favorites, and we also order Lasagna and chicken marsala for our main course and chocolate covered cheesecake for dessert, at least she did. We eat and talk about the simplest of things. I tell her that I'm the owner of the St. Black Worldwide Steel Industry and a few small businesses like clubs, restaurants, and more, which essentially made me a millionaire. We talk about my younger sister, Marsha, who just like Lesha is taking a year break from sc

Undisturbed. It’s not like I’ve never been in a relationship. I was in a decade-long relationship with my high school first love. We broke up three years ago because he cheated. I was so furious I beat him within an inch of his life. Word got out, and suddenly no one wanted to date me or form a marriage alliance with my family. I swore off relationships in return. I couldn’t promise there wouldn’t be a repeat if another scumbag crossed me. So imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning to my phone ringing incessantly.

“You drank like you wanted to disappear. And when I tried to leave you there, you followed me.” I gasped, shaking my head. “You’re lying!” He walked over to the table and pulled something from his wallet. A black card. He tossed it onto the bed beside me. "There's money in it. Take it. Treat yourself to something nice. Tell it's a gift for the night." The tears I'd held back finally fell. "What kind of man are you?" I demanded in amazement. "I don't want your money. I'm not that type of woman!"

William growled at me. I retorted mockingly, "I'm nowhere near as pathetic as you. Despite knowing that Marissa and I are about to get married, you shamelessly stick to her anyway. You didn't even mind having sex with her in the bathroom of a clubhouse. I feel ashamed on your behalf. Aren't you afraid you might catch some kind of disease from doing it in a public space?" William flew into a rage and punched me. Before I could retaliate, he dumped the steaming bowl of soup all over himself and screamed in pain.

I had been completely played! Why? Why would she do this to me? Reflecting on our year of marriage, I had done everything I could to care for Donna, fearing that I'd ever let her down. Yet, she still chose to cheat on me with another guy! Or rather, two! My chest heaved with rage, and it felt like I was about to explode. "Shameless Donna!" I muttered under my breath, hailing a taxi to follow that car. As the scenery outside changed, my expression darkened even more.

"It was all my fault. I know I've messed up. Please give me another chance." He went on desperately, "Rachel was just a moment of weakness. She seduced me! You know I only love you. Please believe me." "Oh." I nodded faintly. Cheating was cheating. What difference did it make, whether it was a moment of passion or something more? He even had the nerve to blame someone else for his mistakes? At that moment, my mind had never felt clearer. Honestly, I should be grateful. At least I had seen his true colors before getting trapped in the quagmire of marriage.

“There’s three hundred million dollars in this account. This is the money you gave me in the past. Take it and rebuild your business again, Noah. You have to know that I’ve always loved you from the bottom of my heart!” “Well, I don’t feel the same way!” he said, intending to sever her ties with him. Staring at her, he enunciated his words. “There’s only sex between us. If anything, our love fizzled out as soon as it started! I’ve never truly loved any woman I conducted business with.” She roared, “That’s a lie!” Underneath the dim light, he said coldly, “If I ever loved you from the bottom of my heart, then why would I have stood by and done nothing when clients took advantage of you and ca

She sat on her couch in her tiny apartment, mindlessly eating a pint of ice cream that she stole from his fridge, and cried. The worst part was that she didn’t even feel like she had the right to cry. It was in the contract that they could see other people. Their relationship was never meant to be about love. They were a business relationship. It was always supposed to be a way to keep the bad boy’s business happy. She was only ever supposed to be the good girl image. Yet, it still hurt. It hurt more than she ever thought possible. He had cheated on her. Just because she had suspected this day might come didn’t make it easier. When they had first started this arrangement, she thought she cou

"Nothing. We stick to the facts. The investment is legitimate. Properly documented. Legal. Let them make false claims. We'll prove them wrong in court." After the call, Grace checked social media. It was worse than she thought. "She's literally being paid by her boyfriend. What a gold digger." "This proves she's been cheating all along." "Mason was right. She's a liar." "$5 million for what? We all know what." But there were defenders too. "It's a business investment. She's being smart." "Her accounts are frozen. She needed funding. This is legitimate." "Why is everyone slut-shaming her for making a business deal?"