It Ain't Easy Being Cheesy Novels & Stories

she demanded. “What?” “Cheesy Doritos,” she explained. “I like the cheesy ones.” I smirked and grabbed a bag of them as well as the original ones. “What Els wants, Els gets.” “Does that count for orgasms?” I stopped and stared at her. “Did you just say that out loud?” She pushed the cart forward, making my hand fall away from the side, and she stopped right next to me. She craned her neck back to look at me, and grinning, she said, “You’re rubbing off on me, Aiden James.”

Ronan Blackwell was wrapping his arm around some girl as they stepped out of the hotel elevator. I was sitting right there on the lobby couch, snacking on nuts. The second Ronan locked eyes with me, his face went paler than a three-day-old corpse. The girl in his arms reacted first, shoving him away with a sharp gasp. "Miss West, wait, it's not what it looks like!" she squeaked. I rubbed my forehead. "Alright, drop the act. You're practically bursting at the seams trying not to laugh." Honestly, it wasn't just her. I was barely holding back a massive grin myself. Ronan getting caught red-handed cheating meant I was walking away with ten percent of the family company stock. Jackpot.

My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov The casserole was incredible. Real, home-cooked food instead of the protein bars and takeout that had become my diet. But more than the food, it was having Emma across the table from me, talking, laughing, just existing in the same space without the weight of therapy or guilt or carefully maintained distance. "I can't believe you still watch that show," I said, gesturing with my fork at her phone where she'd been showing me clips of some reality dating program. "It's so obviously scripted."

I shot Wayne a look of pure disgust and coldly said, "But you're filthy. Looking at you only makes me sick." The color drained from his face. His lips trembled, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words. Beside me, Mason chose that moment to deliver a merciless jab. "You're just a used-up, bottom-shelf scrap. Go home and take a look at yourself." I couldn't help but laugh at his words. Honestly, I hadn't expected Mason to have such a sharp, dry sense of humor.

AUDREY For the first time in a long time, I felt quite happy as today was a very special day for us. Vickie and the other maids set the table with different kinds of delicacies, especially my personal favourite, pumpkin pie and cheesecake for dessert. Richard sat beside me and smiled at the chicken breast in front of him. “Thank God I'm not celebrating Thanksgiving in the hospital.” He muttered. I smiled back at him, but then it faded in an instant. Kevin and Claire walked elegantly toward the table and sat beside one another as Claire smirked at me.

You're slandering me! I pushed her away and asked, "Why are you so nervous? Did I ever say you were the one who posted it?" Emily finally realized she had spoken recklessly out of panic. I scoffed. "There's no need to hurry—everyone can take their time looking it over, and anyone who is illiterate can just listen to me as I read it out for you." Those who could read bowed their heads to look at the printed pages, noting that the first sheet was a screenshot of a post from five years earlier with the title, "My brother stopped treating me the way he used to after getting married. I loathe this sister-in-law of mine!"

"Hang on. Don't tell me that's why you came at me with two machetes in hand and hunted me down the streets like a dog. I didn't do anything!" I let out a self-deprecating laugh. I now knew that in Joshua's eyes, I was nothing but a clown—a pet he could toy with as he pleased. Well, why should I stick around to be the object of their jokes?

"I haven't touched Audrey in months. Sabrina's insane in bed—I'm not done playing with her yet. Sucks she got pregnant. Audrey doesn't want kids, so I gave Sabrina some cash. She'll give birth overseas." My fists clenched. Tears slipped down without a sound. Derrick glanced over. "What's wrong?" I smiled. "The cake you made is amazing. I'm really touched." In that moment, I hated that I understood Garmenian.

Backed into a corner, Richie turned to an old friend, who claimed to know a quick way to make money. Richie immediately agreed. He did not stop to consider the darker implications behind his friend’s promise of “easy money.” Instead, he showed up at my company beaming with pride. He insisted that he needed to speak with me. “Abby, I’m about to make real money. I’ll be just fine without you!” I looked at his useless legs and said nothing. It was hard enough for able-bodied graduates to find work, let alone a disgraced and disabled man. That friend of his was a known gambler with no real skills. Any “big money” scheme was bound to be illegitimate.

She's your safest fallback. [Once your name's on that condo, she won't be able to do anything.] [Don't bet everything on one person.] Tyler: [I know, Dad. Don't worry. She's gullible. She believes whatever I say. Just yesterday, I got her bank card PIN out of her.] 'His safest fallback.' 'Gullible.' What a joke.