Heated Affair Novels & Stories

It had been a long time since I had seen him smile like that. However, the moment he saw me, his grin vanished. "Why aren't you at work?" I responded with a cold smirk, "I'm not as carefree as you, Christian. Our child was burning with fever, and you acted like nothing happened." Christian frowned. "Why do you always pick fights the moment we see each other? I told you, I was working overtime yesterday! If it weren't for you and Juni, would I be working myself to the bone every day?"

Hardy was devoted to her, so certain of their future together, that the idea of her hesitating would be unthinkable to him. But the truth was, she didn’t feel the same certainty. Because her heart belonged to someone else. And that someone else was Hardy’s father, Will. The thought of Will stirred a forbidden thrill within her, mingling with a deep, aching guilt. Their affair had begun as something reckless and impulsive, a spark that had ignited and consumed her before she even knew what was happening. Will was everything Hardy wasn’t—charismatic, worldly, and thrillingly unpredictable. With him, she felt alive in ways she hadn’t known were possible. But the reality was dangerous and messy,

I asked and they all stared at me frighteningly. "She has a bad fever," one of the maids said and I raced upstairs, she shouldn't be falling sick, she has a fragile health. I pushed the door open and she was laying on the bed, back turned to the door as I approached her. "Agatha..." I called her name and she didn't move, I sat down at the edge of the bed and tapped her softly. She turned slowly and smiles, waving a condom in her hands, my smile disappeared instantly. "What? You're not sick!" I was enraged, boiling considering how I'd left Gabriella all alone in that cold place thinking something was wrong with Agatha.

He smelled like heat and something sharp, something feral. My heartbeat sped up. He heard it. His eyes widened as it struck him. “That sound,” he said, “it locks onto me.” He tried to push himself back from me, but his body did not obey. His arm trembled. His chest pressed against mine, not soft, not careful. Just force and heat. “I’m losing control,” he said. I felt it. Not in a romantic way. Not in a sexual way. In a physical, animal, biological way that had nothing to do with choice.

Tweets, posts all over the internet. “Doctor’s Secret Affair Exposed – Patient Testifies in Son’s Assault Trial.” “St. Lucia Scandal Deepens: Was It Love or Grooming?” I sat on Mariel’s couch in the same clothes from yesterday, knees drawn to my chest, staring at the glowing screen. Niko’s voice kept replaying in my head. The affair wasn’t mutual… It was manipulation. Mariel walked in with two steaming mugs and that look on her face… the one that meant she’d already decided how this was going to go

I took a deep breath “Theo we can’t have an affair “ He stepped closer. Not touching me. Just close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him, could see the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. “Who called it an affair?” he asked, his voice low. The word hung between us. Affair. Like what we’d done was cheap. Something tawdry and forgettable. My stomach twisted. “What else would you call it?” “I don’t know.” He moved even closer, his eyes searching mine. “But it didn’t feel like an affair.” “Theo…”

I set the spoon down on the coffee table, sat back on the couch and stared at the wall. Zara and I had argued before. We had said sharp things to each other but always found our way back because that was simply what we did. But. Reid has a girlfriend? I pressed my hand flat against my knee and laughed short and sharp, entirely without humor and suddenly the couch felt dirty. Some people really had the nerve.

He kisses her three days later. They are on the terrace after midnight, the rest of the retreat long in bed, the summer dark warm and full of insects and the smell of cut grass. She has been watching his mouth for approximately forty minutes. When she turns to say something he is already leaning toward her and the kiss , the kiss is unhurried in a way that undoes her completely. Like a man who has decided and is in absolutely no rush now that he has. She forgets what she was going to say. She forgets several other things. * * *

Nana said, "Will loves Maria. I know what the news is saying, but come on. He's just not the man that they are painting him to be." "Maybe not," Papa responded, a little anger coming out in his voice, "but they keep saying that he had some kind of affair. If he did that then maybe we don't know him. Maybe we never knew him." I'm sure Nana was about to object, but I couldn't take it anymore. I was angrier than I ever remembered being, and it gave me courage. I knew what affair meant. It meant that dad didn't love mom anymore and that he was sleeping with someone else. I didn't understand sex yet, not really, but I knew that affairs were Bad and Dirty and that people who had them killed their

The silence was heavy. Her father walked toward his desk. Sat down. His hands rested on the polished wood. "How?" he asked. "When?" Jovi did not answer. He looked at Zane. "You are her best friend's husband." Zane said nothing. "Or rather, her ex‑best friend's ex‑husband." His voice was dry. Bitter. Jovi leaned forward. "Father—" "So you had an affair with your best friend's husband. And now she has taken your husband from you? Is that what you are telling me?"