Novel & Cerita I Cheated Myself Like I Knew I Would

Words flashed in my head: young, little sister, slut, teenager, college, cheat… I finally came to that last word. I was horrified that it seemed to turn me on the most. I hadn't really cheated, had I? As my body relaxed and I regained some composure, I tried to steel myself against a wave of guilt. That was it. Whatever happened was not going to happen again, never; I wasn't willing to go down that path any further. Whether it was out of some sense of honor, or out of the fear of the depravities that I would sink to, I didn't think about it.

I just cheated on my girlfriend! I just cheated on the love of my life with... with this skank! The neighborhood slut! What the f*ck was I thinking? I knew better, I did. I knew exactly what could happen, yet I played it out anyway. I let this happen. What the f*ck was I thinking? I knew exactly what kind of woman Lisa was and I had let this farce play out to the point where I fell victim.

“You’re not? You’re already doing some kind of emotional bullshit with someone else! I hate you! My family will know of this.” “Sabrina. I did not cheat with anyone right—” And the line went dead. “I’m screwed,” I murmured to myself.

“I cheated on her.” Whoa. Not what I was expecting him to say. “I was miserable. It is hard pretending to be someone you are not. I spent so much time focusing on what I thought would make Moira happy that I not only took myself away from her, I took me away from myself. One night, I just needed… a break. I went to the bar, got drunk, and a pretty lady started flirting with me. I wanted to feel alive and like myself even just for a short while. So… things happened.”

My head barely able to stay still, I put my clothes back on. "How could Iris do this" A immense part of my heart is hurt, maybe it's because I trusted her. I trusted a bitch and got disappointed. I try to sit down and process everything, but the more I try to stay calm, the angrier I got. I fucking slept with Iris, Damnit!, I have cheated on Camille, my inner self mocked me, even though I clearly didn't do it intentionally. "You are a cheat!" My mind repeated again. "Shut the fuck up" I threw another glass again, smashing the entire mirror.

After I left, I was disgusted at myself and my whole being but I was desperately in need of a release despite myself. My Wolf growled in my ear, loud enough to let me know how much I had messed up. I knew, shame washed over me but was it wrong? What if she was truly dead and was never going to return? No! It couldn't be! The Goddess wouldn't do that to me even though it seemed like she had abandoned us these days. I was a cheat. I had cheated on Emily. I was a disgusting egotistical man. Yes, I was.

"Stay the fuck away from me, Delilah, you still have time, save yourself, princess, because once I decided to keep you, no one will ever get their hands on you ever again..." His words hit me like a brick and I suddenly realized what I had done. I couldn’t breathe. Jack's brown eyes filled my mind. What was I doing? Jack would hate me for eternity if he knew what I had done. It didn’t matter if I had no choice or if it was a part of my plan. How will I ever face him knowing I cheated on him? Tears burst out of me, hating myself and my weakness, hating my body. I whirled on my feet and didn't stop running till I reached the bedroom.

I was panting heavily, floating away onto this orgasmic bliss and then I returned to the real world again. There was this strange guy’s face in between my legs and slowly it dawned on me, slowly I realized what I had done. I’d cheated on Julius. I’d cheated on my mate, right here in our own house, in our own marital bed. Right here with his Alpha. I felt like a horrible person. ‘Untie me now.’ I said. ‘Are you sure?’ He asked. I nodded. ‘Yeah. I’d better take a shower and change the sheets before Julius comes home.’

~~Scarlette~~ I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve tossed on the bed tonight. If this bed weren’t so damn big, I’m sure I would’ve pushed Liam off already—out of anger, frustration… or maybe even guilt. Because that’s what it feels like now. Like I cheated on him. Like I enjoyed it. Like I let a stranger touch me, and my body betrayed me. And now I’m stuck in the middle—between telling him or pretending it never happened.

I knew a whole lot of people noticed this, but nobody wanted to say anything because it was a sad day. I shook my head from where I sat. I thought to myself that uncle Sam must have been a really sad man. “ At least I tried,” I thought to myself as the guilt of that day of the wedding came crashing on me. My conscience was about blaming me for letting the cheatings continue. I was almost thinking to myself why I didn’t tell more people aside from uncle Sam and Knox that Elaina was a cheat. Or why I was not smarter enough to have always took a picture whenever I saw Elaina cheating