Does Jeremiah Cheat On Belly Novels & Stories

"Of course not! I lost the baby after kneeling for two days straight," I shot back. "Jeremy, you'd rather believe Carolina than me?" The words had barely left my mouth when another coughing fit seized me, so violent that my chest convulsed wildly. Jeremy, however, just stood there, watching with cold indifference until the fit subsided. When I was red-faced and gasping, he said flatly, "There was a time when I believed you." His phone rang. Without another glance at me, he answered it and walked to the other side of the room.

The end tone cut her off. Did Emma just hang up on her? She gaped at the phone, she put it back in place. Her cell phone beeped again. DO I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION Jemi shifted her scrutiny back on the cell, blinking away. The message was coming in rapidly. How did he find out her email address? Motherfucker knew more than he was allowing. Pulling herself together Jemi typed back YOU EARNED IT. WHAT DO YOU WANT? The reply came almost immediately ATONEMENT

I have five weeks to go until this little one comes. “What have you got for me tonight?” he whispers as his hand cups my behind and his lips drop to my neck. “I thought maybe we could do a little role play.” I smile. “Oh yeah, I like the sound of that.” He breathes and I feel him harden up against my hip. “To stay alive you have to play along and pretend you’re pregnant,” I whisper into his ear as I nip it with my teeth. His eyes meet mine and he smirks. “And we can strap a ten- pound bag of potatoes to your stomach and see how sexy you feel.”

Before Felix could finish speaking, Jeremiah raised his hand angrily and slapped him across his face as he shouted angrily, “B*stard! You’d better shut up!” After saying that, Jeremiah had an exasperated look on his face because he was disappointed at how his children and grandchildren had turned out, and he said, “All of you are just greedy people who are afraid of dying! If my son, Curtis, was still alive, he would never be as disappointing as all of you are right now!” Having said that, two lines of warm tears flowed down Jeremiah’s face. At this moment, he was seriously disappointed with his children and grandchildren. Felix had deliberately wanted to expose Charlie’s identity as Curtis’

I turned back to the gorgeous man on his knees for me. My stupid pussy had the nerve to clench at the sight of him like that, powerful, vulnerable, and utterly mine. "Bad girl, not now," I scolded myself, cursing my body even as heat pooled low in my belly. “I wish I could say this to only you,” Jeremiah whispered, “Because everything I’m about to say is private and raw as hell, but…” He popped the box open fully. “I don’t give a fuck. I’m saying it anyway.” His voice grew stronger, filled with conviction. “Until you came into my life, I was stuck in a loveless, broken marriage, watching my wife cheat on me, bringing different men home like I meant nothing. At first I thought I deserved it,

I was just starting. We had already broken the last thread holding our morals and desire apart and there was no going back. JENNA’S POV I was still shaking when he flipped me onto my back. My legs felt useless. The sheets under me were soaked with my own slick mixed with everything he’d already pumped into me. I could feel it leaking out of me in a slow, warm trickle. Alec stared down at my body like he was deciding what to ruin next. His cock was already hardening again, thick and glistening with both of us.

"If this wasn't for my best friend, I'd never drop my work to help with something this lame. And don't look at me—he's the one who begged me to help. "He said only I knew what you liked. Even bought me gifts to sweet-talk me into planning with him. Ugh." She slung an arm around my shoulder. "Cheating? Please. As if I'd ever steal your mate." When I looked around the room, I saw my name spelled out with balloons on the wall. Immediately, guilt exploded in my chest. I couldn't believe I had doubted him and Luciana because of a single sensational headline. That feeling never left, no matter how many years had passed. Since that incident, I told myself I would never question Jared again.

I am sorry, I should have taken my keys back long ago. You don’t owe me any apology. But I do, it is disrespectful to you for another woman to just walk in here like that. I will make sure that it never happens again, he said sincerely. Jerome cheated on me so many times I started thinking it was normal. He was a hot rapper and girls were all over him. I had all the excuses for him in my head and he reminded me of our dream and future we planned together every time I walked away. I thought it would stop when we got engaged but it only got worse, his babies showing up in every town like trophies. I couldn’t take it anymore.

Jeremiah’s men filed out to do his bidding , to comb the city for installers, to trace payments, to look for any hint of sloppiness in Jeremi’s fortress. Jeremiah sat alone a long while after they left, staring at the blank screen, the images of her face burned into his eyes like an accusation. The whiskey had long worn off into a dull numbness that did nothing to assuage the dread. He had ordered a death and believed it done. That belief had maintained his power. Now, glimpsing her alive on a grainy clip, he felt his power wobble for the first time. He rose slowly, smoothing his jacket as if dressing for war. The plan would need patience. The next moves had to be precise. He would bait Jere

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."