Cheesy Romance Novels & Stories

He sneered and I rolled my eyes. Here we fucking go again! Damien's lips curled into a sinister smile "Is that so?" Then he glanced at me. "I like the gift you sent me anyways. And you don't see me complaining" Chester burst "I don't agree with your marriage with my daughter" It was at that moment I saw the Chicago Mafia soldiers surrounding Chester, while the New York and Bratva soldiers were surrounding us. There's no way Chester isn't secretly shivering but of course no one but me could see it because I've known him longer than most people here.

"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.

Maybe, in a strange way, I’m thankful for all of this because despite the chaos, Rome and I have slowly started opening up. Not just about work or responsibilities… but about us. Our personal lives. And somehow, that’s kept me at ease. “Hm… good. He’ll never cheat,” Cheska said. “And I’m not just saying that because I’m his friend,” she added, a bit too firmly. I couldn’t help but smile. There was something oddly funny about how hard she was trying to convince me. She didn’t have to. “I don’t tolerate cheaters,” she declared, taking another sip of her wine like it sealed the statement.

Now and then, he'd try to talk—dig up old memories. I knew what he was doing. I shut it down every time. Getting back together? Not happening. I could tolerate. Maybe even forgive. But only so far—and only so often. Cheating? That was the line. Right when I was thinking of how to crush whatever hope Derrick had left, Zara introduced me to someone. Paxton Montclair. A restaurant owner. Paxton reminded me of the Derrick I used to love—bold, driven, full of spark. On our first date, Paxton took me to his restaurant and said every dish was his own creation.

What's that supposed to mean? With a malicious smirk, Zach threw a document at my face. "You kissed another woman right in front of Ms. Stuart and humiliated her in public. What makes you think you can keep living off her? Didn't your parents ever teach you basic human decency?" So this was what they were after. Chuckling, I looked at Whitney and Zach. "Basic human decency?" I paused, my gaze turning sharp. "A CEO who kisses her subordinate passionately in public and a scheming assistant who relies on ass-kissing to get ahead, all the while seducing a married woman, are trying to lecture me about being decent? What gives you two the right, huh?"

I hissed in response and looked over at Cara who was busy texting on her phone and Jenny was still laughing after hearing my story. "This feels like the start of something cute, Chloe. You know like the teen romance novels and movies where the enemies fall in love with each other eventually." Jenny added, wiggling her eyebrows and I groaned in frustration. Mandy frowned at her response and shook her head as if that was the most ridiculous thing she has heard. "Trust me, this is not some novel or movie and nothing like that will ever happen. He is so annoying and I wish I had killed him with my..."

She shakes her head vigorously. "I'm not eating that." "Don't worry," I laugh. "I'll share my chips with you." "Damn straight you are." "You would have eaten my food regardless of my permission?" "Well, duh." It feels more like a romantic setting than anything else and none of us can deny the attraction in our bodies. The chemistry is devastatingly fragile and echoes in the space. I lift myself away from my chair and push it towards her. Together, side by side, I inhale her smell and become lost once again in the mesmerizing flow of her creamy skin.

“ you didn’t mean what ? cheese…… you should wash your brain…..it’s too dirty Anu “ and with that he earned a painful pinch from her which caused him to scream but he laughed off. Satisfied with his painful scarem Anu stopped pinching him “ i meant, other lovers would go out and have endless talk about something or they would enjoy roaming around with each other….and they might also do those romantic stuffs which they shows in movies….but look at us, “

I help Julian get snacks ready. We make bread pizzas, cheese sticks, mixed fruit slices, and smoothies. Then we sit down to watch a sci-fi fantasy film. Besides romcoms, I enjoy watching this genre. “So you don’t watch romantic comedies?” I ask while the movie’s opening credits are still playing. I then shove a cheese stick into my mouth. He takes a bite of the pizza before responding. “I’ve seen some romance films for music references.” I take a moment to admire his good looks. He’s dressed in loose cream-colored sweaters that expose his bare chest and white sleep bottoms. I still can’t get over how he made love to me over the piano, and now I’m turned on all over again. It’s exhilarating.

Is my boring sex life, or should I say no sex life at all, affecting my brain? Because there was no other explanation for what Dominic was doing to me. Dominic isn’t making it any easier on me. The way he looks at me, the way he touches me, the way his lips move on mine, it’s just so fucking great. He had the most beautiful and mesmerising pair of green eyes that I’ve ever seen and his dimples are so cute when he smiles. I hated how easily he could make me forget everything. For a few minutes, I wasn’t a betrayed wife.