Does Jeremiah Cheat On Belly Novels & Stories

“Feel that, princess? Your sloppy pussy is so hot it’s melting the ice. You’re dripping everywhere like a desperate little whore.” Jeremiah took the wooden spoon and tapped it lightly against the inside of my thigh. The light smack made my skin sting in the best way. “You spied on us, didn’t you? Hid in your room and fingered yourself thinking about your stepbrothers’ cocks. Now you’re going to pay for it.”

Jake was silently following Ace walking through the hallway to the kitchen. "Sir, Is it true, that Summer was already your girlfriend?" Jake asked curiously but seem delighted. He just nod his head in response. He wasn't lying though he wasn't even telling the truth also. They have no label yet, but she would definitely belong to him soon. Yeah, atleast for me. He thought. They saw his mom on the kitchen still wearing an apron and busy helping the maids and the cook, preparing dishes for lunch.

Jeremiah shouted over the phone, and I rolled my eyes without even flinching. "Yes, I got married when you cheated on me with my cousin, to someone a hundred million times better than you at that. But I am not a cheat, Jeremiah; never in your life try to classify my actions and yours together,” I said in a calm tone, even though I was very pissed inwardly. “Is this what you called me for?” I asked him as I was about to hang up. "Wait, Eliza!” he shouted, making me pause in my actions.

We’ll see who the better parent is. Jeremiah

“Maybe we should move on to our meeting?” Jeremiah held up a hand. “Let me answer Baranov before we move to other things.” He leaned back in his chair, a perfect picture of a man who was gazing at an insect trying to climb a wall— one he intended to crush beneath his shoe. “My wife’s innocence is none of your concern, Baranov. But since you’ve questioned both my wife’s honor and mine, let me tell you, she was very much innocent when I took her.” His finger traced the rim of the glass as his gaze returned to me, dark and… possessive. “Bled all over my cock, and cried beautifully for me.” I took a step back.

That confidence doesn't seem so fake anymore with the desire growing in their eyes with every second. "I don't remember either of us having a problem with my lips doing dirty things last night." I smile. Jeremiah gently rises from his chair. "I've already had breakfast, but I assure you I'm starving." I roll my eyes. “Is that the best you can come up with?” He smiles as he reaches me. “So, did it work?” Judging by the wet feeling between my thighs, yes, but luckily Ezekiel's phone rings, saving me from having to answer that question.

Jeremiah came forward to verify the claim. "I'm her fiance who's been repeatedly cheated on. I'll take responsibility for all the losses incurred. Please stop attacking my fiancée, Olivia Shaw." My chest tightened in anger. For Kylie's sake, Jeremiah was willing to admit to anything. They even generated AI footage of me drinking with a group of men, the floor scattered with adult toys, the scene designed to be just scandalous enough to ignite outrage. "What the hell? Is this what they do these days? Women with money really do whatever they want."

I was aggressively reviewing my digital notes, carefully highlighting exactly where my first-period trap strategy had miserably failed so I would absolutely never make the exact same mistake again. Heavy, steady footsteps echoed loudly on the metal stairs below me. Jeremiah slowly climbed into the high bleachers. He had fully showered and changed into his post-game captain's attire—a sharp, custom dark charcoal suit. The expensive silk tie was already loosened casually and hanging heavily around his thick neck. He looked ridiculously, devastatingly good. "Hiding from your own massive victory party, Coach?" Jeremiah asked, his deep voice easily cutting through the quiet arena. "Just accuratel

“Well, your ex actually. I didn’t even know you broke up with Rebecca. You’ve been so quiet about it.” Jeremiah froze. An image of Rebecca flashed through his mind. “It only just happened,” he said, his voice low. “It hasn’t even fully registered yet. Everything happened so fast.” Xander’s eyes narrowed with curiosity. “Did you break up with her?” Jeremiah hesitated. “I had to. She was uhh… cheating.” “That bitch!” Xander gasped, his eyes widened in horror. “I’m going to rip off her fucking curls.” Jeremiah reached forward quickly, alarmed. “No! Don’t do that.”

“I did us a favor, Sir. Come on, she was a loose end—” “A favor?” Jeremy’s grip tightened, knuckles whitening. “My campaign’s barely off the ground, and you pull this shit? You didn’t think to check if anyone was watching, you dumb bastard?” Jeremiah laughed, shaky but defiant. “You’re welcome, alright? She’d have dragged you down—old hag flapping her gums. I took care of it.” Jeremy’s breath hissed out, hot and sharp. He wanted to smash Jeremiah’s face into the hood—over and over—until the truth bled out. But JJ stirred, a soft whimper breaking the haze.