Cheating Mc Romance Books Novels & Stories

she asked, her tone dripping with false innocence. “Yes,” I said with a wicked smile. “He’s my lover. What did you expect me to say? ‘Oh, Maleficent, I have no one’? Please. I have class.” I rose to my feet, still clinging to the moment. “If I’m going to cheat, I cheat up. I don’t downgrade. That trash you brought to pretend as my boyfriend? He wasn’t even good enough to play the part. This man—he’s the real deal.” “I’ve been cheating on Mark,” I declared, eyes locked on Maleficent. “Mark was just my side piece. I only stayed with him because I needed my mother’s inheritance.”

“And what are you then? Her savior? Oh please, don’t make me laugh. Everyone knows your secret. You are not better than me. You don’t keep women. You use them and toss them aside like trash.” Gasps erupted from the pack wolves in the distance. No one spoke to the Chairman that way. But Damian didn’t falter. Instead, he stepped closer, closing the space between him and Ethan until dominance poured off him in waves. My knees threatened to give way under the sheer force of it. “You’re right,” Damian said calmly. “I never keep women.” His eyes cut to me, dark and burning. “Until I met her.” The world stopped. My chest constricted so tightly I could barely breathe.

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And not just any random stranger, a stranger that turned out to be my student. The one that was currently sauntering towards me now, an arrogant smirk on his face. This was all Dylan’s fault. Apparently, the universe decided that him cheating on me, after five years of being in a relationship, with his twenty-two year old ‘sister’ wasn’t punishment enough. I had to make an even worse mistake. A reckless, whiskey-fueled mistake. The lecture hall slowly emptied around me. Students chatted amongst themselves as they packed laptops into bags and filtered toward the exit.

“Do not touch me. Explain. Right now.” He sighed and stood up, grabbing his pants from the floor and pulling them on. His shoulders slumped a little. “It is not what it looks like.” “Oh that is original,” I shot back, sarcasm dripping out before I could stop it. I clutched the sheet harder, my knuckles turning white. Inside my head everything spun. How did I let this happen? I knew better than to get involved with players. The girls and I had rules about this exact shit. No dating the talent. No messing around with complicated men. And here I was, naked under a sheet in his hotel room after the best and worst sex of my life.

Before she could touch me, I stepped back and avoided her. "Jeremy, I know you're angry, but I can explain. Gerald lied to me. I'm innocent too. But don't worry. From now on, I'll only trust you! Let's get married. I'll be the best wife to you." She rambled on, trying to win my forgiveness. I finally lost my patience. I pulled Skye into my arms, leaned down, and kissed her softly on the cheek. She stiffened for a moment, her face quickly flushing red.

The screams and shouts were interspersed with the sounds of people slamming their hands on the table and glasses shattering. It all came together in a deafening roar. My wife, Whitney Stuart, shoved Zach Green, her assistant, away hard. Her face turned deathly pale for a split second before turning red with fury. She pointed at me, her finger trembling. "Simon Lockwood! What the hell do you think you're doing? How dare you cheat on me right to my face? Let go of her! Let her go right now!" Zach looked just as shocked and infuriated. Yet, deep within his eyes, there was a flicker of annoyance at the fact that I'd ruined his fun, along with smug delight.

Instead, he froze, staring at me with a mixture of confusion and something darker flickering in those intense eyes. “What… what are you doing?” he asked, voice low and rough, like he was trying to process the sudden shift in the air. His hand came down to gently cover mine, stopping its progress, but he didn’t remove it. Not yet. I didn’t flinch. I leaned in closer, letting my breasts brush against his bare arm through my thin cocktail dress. My nipples were already hard, pressing against the fabric, and I knew he could feel it. “I’m doing what my sister should have done on her wedding night,” I whispered, my lips inches from his ear. “I saw her, Roman. Downstairs. On her knees in her weddin

The kiss tastes of copper and desperation, Damien’s tongue invading Aiden’s mouth with a rhythm that mimics the act to come. Before Aiden can recover his bearings, Damien spins him around with a rough, practiced ease. Aiden’s chest hits the mattress, his breath hitching as he finds himself bent over, exposed and vulnerable. He hear the metallic clink harsh in the quiet room, followed by the rustle of fabric hitting the floor. Then, the heat of Damien’s body presses against his back. There is no warning, no teasing preparation. Damien grips Aiden’s hips, fingers digging hard into the flesh, and slams his cock deep into Aiden’s hole in one ruthless thrust.

Iris walked over and sat down across from Mike. "What's the matter?" she asked, going straight to the point. Mike was three years younger than Yvonne. Yvonne said she liked that because young men have stronger hips. Mike was handsome and had a boyish charm. Yvonne had spent a lot of money on him. "There's nothing between me and that girl, I swear. She likes me and confessed to me, but I didn’t accept her. Yvonne thinks I'm cheating on her..." Mike explained.