Heated Affair Novels & Stories

Well, they do spend a lot of time together, but Selby doesn’t really like rich men, she said they are cheating pieces of crap. “I…. Lucas and I are just friends,” Selby stutters confirming what Heath had just said, if Heath was lying, she wouldn’t have stuttered. “You are F*cking Lucas?” I asked bewildered. “No, don’t believe what this man says,” she defends, “okay we only did it twice okay.” “Thrice, I overheard you this morning,” Heath puts a nail in the coffin, Selby’s resolute completely dissolved. “Well at least our affair is holy unlike yours,” Selby says making Heath widen his eyes in shock.

“What? You’re still my girlfriend, Jeanne. I’m only trying to cheer you up.” “I don’t remember agreeing to date you, Mr. Tuna,” she shot back with narrowed eyes. Hector grinned. “No, but you did agree to an affair. That still counts for something.” “Stop it,” she said with a sigh, though the corners of her lips tugged upward despite herself.

"However, I am aware that this isn’t accurate." His hands formed into fists. "I am not known to you." "Do I not?" She angled her head. “Since I believe I am knowledgeable enough.” He rose suddenly, his chair dragging across the floor “This conversation is over.” Ava shot up as well. "Certainly not." She moved closer to him, determined not to let him exclude her. “Do you want to act as if nothing occurred between us at the gala?” Fine. But don’t act like you don’t care.”

“Good evening. My wife and I are here to clear up some misinformation.” A reporter instantly shouted, “Mr. Davenport, is it true your wife had an affair with Adrian Blackwood.” Julian chuckled as if it was laughable. “Affair? Of course not. What you saw was a business relationship.” Another reporter jumped in. “So you deny she spent nights at Mr. Blackwood house?” “I don’t deny it,” Julian said coolly. “I knew about the meetings. Royce and I have a complicated history, but Clara was there to represent a joint project—nothing more.”

“No... what I see is the thrill of having an affair behind someone else’s husband’s back.” Alexander shoved him away, voice cool and sharp. “Get lost.”

It was then the hospital director realized there was no containing the situation and stopped the department head, who looked as if he were about to intervene. “Clearly, things have gotten out of hand. Perhaps it’s best to clear up any misunderstandings here and now,” the director said, turning toward me. Taking a steadying breath, I fought to stay calm. “Emily, I don’t know where this affair accusation came from, but I’m married. I have never interfered in anyone else’s marriage.” “Oh, so you’re going to deny it?” Emily sneered. “Well, today, I’m going to expose your true colors!”

But Braun couldn't know because he was the biggest homophobic prick I had ever met. "Hey! Why are you zoning out?" Carter hissed, tapping my cheek. "You know today, Hazel cooked for me naked. I even rubbed my cock on her dripping cunt and tight asshole." That was so fucking hot. I wish he would rub his cock in my asshole too, maybe even push inside. Shallow fucking, deep fucking. I don't mind as long as he shoved his cock in me. But what was I thinking? I was supposed to be his step uncle and I was already in loads of trouble.

he asked a random question. Does this have something to do with my fever? "Wha—no. I mean...kinda, yeah," I have no idea what I'm saying. Well, that answer kinda satisfy him so it doesn't matter if it's right or wrong. I look at him as he gasped. What now? He shoved my phone back into my bag then turn to look at me. "This is your karma for having an inappropriate affair," he said while giving me a stupid look. What is he talking about? What inappropriate affair?

A human… in heat? “Yes. You both went overboard,” Inferno continues, in a calm and almost amused voice. “Your… escapade in the bathroom awakened it. Heat for a human...her kind is like an aphrodisiac on steroids. The only way to calm it is to mate fully. There is no other solution.”

#BodyguardAffair. I didn’t even click on the articles anymore. The headlines said enough. “Heir to the throne caught in a steamy gay affair.” “Royal disgrace, what now for the crown?” Some of them blurred Adrien’s face. Most didn’t. I gritted my teeth and turned the screen off and threw the phone onto the seat beside me. “You are going to wear a hole through it,” Adrien said from across the cabin. I looked up at him. He was sitting calmly, legs crossed, coffee mug balanced in one hand. His jacket was off. Sleeves rolled and the crease between his brows was subtle, but it was there.