Female Celebrities Who Sleep Around Novels & Stories

grumbled the woman, leaving Charlie startled. Through his expression alone, Xavia knew that she was right. There were only three women who would do such vile things to her… and they were Fiona, Jenna, and Sophia. Fiona would’ve had zero idea about all this… and though Jenna was aware of all this, she knew that only Sophia could’ve come up with such a detailed plan. With that, she glared at Charlie before saying, “I know who I slept with back then, so stop impersonating him. I’ll let you off the hook this time, but try anything like this again and I’ll sue you for fraud!”

She allowed herself to be led toward a cluster of women lounging near a grand piano, their gowns a rainbow of silks and satins from Paris and Milan. The circle included Susan Langford, a socialite with a trust fund larger than some countries' GDPs; Serena Frost, an influencer whose I*******m boasted millions of followers; and Margot Hale, a gallery owner known for her sharp tongue and sharper elbows. They turned as Elara approached, their smiles plastic and predatory.

She knew that the sound was heard by the people in the living room, but she did not care. Frowning, she changed her dress. Katliya was nowhere in sight. She did not mind. After she got dressed in her pajama, Sydnee closed her eyes and let her consciousness drift away. THE gossip about her circulated in the noble circle the day after the meeting party. She was a scoundrel, hooking up with noble men to climb into their beds. There was also a rumor that she was not a virg*n, and that she was hooking up with the worthless bastard of Tamarin.

Hence, popular female celebrity A was done for. Popular female celebrity B was a good student and a goody-two-shoes. She had not done anything wrong, but her face was fake. Regular photos and ID photos of her before the plastic surgery had been exposed, and she looked like she could scare away the audience if she took on an ugly role. Hence, popular female celebrity B was done for.

The books tremble. "It wasn't only with her that I slept! It's… it's with all of them! You want the truth? THE TRUTH, TARA?!" His voice explodes, a hysterical mix of defiance and panic. "I slept with all those women, but it was before our marriage! Or almost. Valentina, last year, after the auction! Nyah, in the elevator of your building, on opening day! Even Helena, ages ago, before you ever met her! They're all mine, in one way or another! You live in a world I painted in my colors, populated with women who carry my secret!"

Jessica sat at her desk, staring at the computer screen. She had spent the past few hours scouring social media, trying to find any information on the man she had slept with that fateful night. Finally, after a long search, she had discovered his name: David. She typed his name into the search bar and hit enter. A few different profiles popped up, but she wasn't sure which one was his. After scrolling through a few of the accounts, she noticed one that looked promising.

I never loved saggy boobs and it irritated me for a moment. “You must have slept with a lot of men in the past, huh…” I teased her. I could feel her hand gripping my firm cock as she teased my tip. I let her do this much as she answered the question. “I have fifteen ex-boyfriends and it all happened in the past five years. I do not count the high school jerks who know nothing about the world. I am a model, Dan, and trust me, I already have a lot of hook-ups and quite a number of one-night stands. I am not a public whore though. I do it in the privacy of a room with no cameras,” she replied.

Mark replied. I turned and looked at Mark, who was acting unusually. His face looked troubled. “What is it? Tell me.” “I have heard rumors about an affair between a wealthy business owner’s wife and several men. And this woman is quite famous among the bad boys. Many men line up to sleep with her, even if it’s just for a short time. Even photos of her naked back are circulating in a special group for cheaters. This sounds crazy, and I don’t expect you to believe me. However, no one knows the woman’s identity except those who have slept with her. Those who have slept with her will never reveal her identity,” Mark replied. His face looked nervous, and his fingers fidgeted.

A notification popped up and I clicked on it. It was a live stream. Welcome to the era where anybody can claim to be an influencer or a content creator. There she was, the melanin skinned beauty. One of the famous i*******m queens, Pearl, spewing bullshit. I sometimes wonder who are the people who engage with her stupid content. Fake lives, lies and lies… They've all got secrets too yet they would think twice before dragging a celebrity's name in the mud. Wait! What? I couldn't believe my ears. She just claimed she had a one night stand with Zach!

I dropped my phone on the table and made the decision to take my mind off all of it by watching television. I picked up the remote control and switched to a channel that seemed interesting. To my shock, I found another ridiculous story unfolding. Two women were discussing the recent gossip. I tuned in, knowing I could gain some insight. The women were dressed in pink off-shoulder blouses and white trousers, sporting flamboyant makeup and perfectly manicured nails. "Did you hear? People are saying billionaire Adrian is involved with a terrible prostitute, and she’s trying to ruin him," one of the young ladies said mockingly.