Cheating Gf Novels & Stories

“N…no. And Leila was calm the whole time. Why?” “Because when a mate cheats, the one being cheated on feels debilitating pain in the stomach, and heart. Along with that the wolf of the one being cheated on becomes very restless, and upset. A simple brush of a hand or something won’t cause that, but anything intimate beyond a hug can, and does harm the other party, badly.” “Oh.” “You, and Leila experienced none of that so that should tell you something.” “Yeah, but who’s to say he didn’t consider it.”

Gaby confessed, holding Thalia’s hands. “No. I was taking care of some Teca business, but now I’m here to spend the evening with you.” “Teca. Honestly. Teca is the worst mistress you will ever have, but when you return back home to me, I forget you cheated on me with her,” Gaby flirted, attempting to steal a kiss. “And I hate that I have to cheat on you with something you’ve always encouraged me to build,” Thalia said, growing closer with a sexy smirk.

Gwendolyn gasped, staring at me. I didn't show any emotion of remorse or guilt at cheating on her, she should be used to this already. "You are cheating on me with her? This...This Ugly duckling?" Gwendolyn yelled, staring hatefully at my new secretary. "Now it's no more beautiful women but old plus Ugly hags!'' Gwendolyn yelled, her face filled with disbelief. But I simply pocketed my hands giving her an expressionless look. "Tito, don't you have anything to say?'' she asked.

She practically lunged across the room, grabbing my arm and yanking me toward her. "Who the hell is she?" she spat. I turned to her with a frosty expression. "It's none of your business, Quinn." "None of my business? Are you serious? You're my boyfriend! Do you even realize this is cheating?" Cheating? I couldn't help but laugh. Layla immediately stepped in front of me, and her wary gaze locked on Quinn. "Quinn, we broke up a long time ago. And if anyone here knows what cheating looks like, it's you."

] My hand froze. Even breathing hurt. I kept scrolling. Next was a private group chat with his coworkers. Coworker: [Tyler, is that crazy-loyal backup girlfriend from your hometown still waiting for you to marry her? When are you gonna tell her?] Tyler sent a helpless sticker. [Soon. I'm waiting for her to put the down payment on the condo we're buying and add me to the deed. I'm not in a rush. She is.] Everyone knew. His friends. His coworkers.

When Abigail noticed that Joshua was glowering at her because of me, she pouted and tried to explain, "That's not how I truly feel, darling. I just couldn't help myself because I love you too much." Joshua threw the diary at Abigail before roaring, "You couldn't help yourself, huh? That's why you purposely showed her this? This must be your fault. You must've said something to her to stir things up. That's why she lost faith in me. You're the one who resorted to deceitful tricks to chase her away!" Abigail was so frightened that her knees gave way. She slumped onto the floor, but she pretended to remain calm and unshaken.

His precum dropped from the tip and Jessica slurped it up into her mouth. Mark watched as he rubbed her vigorously. He was feeling a bit of jealousy in him. He tapped Charlie to take his place They both swopped positions and now Charlie was looking at her aroused womanhood. He knew he was already in it, he now didn't care. " Eating cake is technically not cheating", he thought, " it's not like I'm screwing another woman"

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.

My Cheating Mate Connor pov The cooking show was still playing—some contestant having a meltdown about timing—but I wasn't paying attention anymore. Grace's hands had started wandering. It began innocently. Her fingers tracing patterns on my chest through my shirt while we watched TV. Then sliding under the fabric. Then exploring with the kind of deliberate curiosity that made my breath catch. "Grace—" I started. She kissed me. Soft at first, then deeper. Her body shifting to press against mine more fully.

When I discover yet another tube of lipstick on the front passenger seat of my Porsche for the 99th time, I decide to send a reminder in my company's group chat. "Everyone, please make sure to take all of your personal belongings with you the next time you decide to hitch a ride. Otherwise, it'll be difficult for the owner to remove the stains from the leather seats." The newly-hired intern, Sasha Lane, is quick to shoot me down. "Me hitching a ride has nothing to do with you! A washed-up old hag like you should focus on keeping your man in line! "Are you already triggered by the fact that he decides to pick me up from my home and bring me breakfast?" I'm stunned, to say the least. The