Novel & Cerita It Ain't Easy Being Cheesy

Chelsea wanted to be tough again, but when the maid shouted, "Madam, do you want vinegar and chili for your shrimp dumplings?" Chelsea subconsciously said, "Yes!"

“But tonight, I want to question them with greasy food and cheesy one-liners.” “Cheesy one-liners and heartburn,” Jace muttered. “Now that’s the dream.” River ordered the pizza, adding a large soda and sour gummies to the list. “Comfort food essentials,” he said. Jace looked over with a crooked brow. “Sour gummies? What are we, twelve?” “Excuse you,” River said with mock offense. “Sour gummies are elite. You’re just uncultured.” “You're unbearable.” “And yet, here I am. Feeding your sad face.”

One glance of her big slutty tits in my face and my arousal instantly dissipates. “Hello.” Chelsea fakes a smile. “Hi,” I reply as I cut into my chicken. Angela smiles warmly as she puts her hand on my leg. “God, Mac is like an animal with you. I’ve been watching him.” I swallow uncomfortably. I’m a ho. “Mac is an animal with all women. You should see him with me,” Chelsea murmurs sarcastically into her wine glass.

"I will prepare our wedding. A real wedding. Wait for me, my bride." My head was still spinning as I took a cab back to my downtown penthouse apartment. The second I opened the door, a wave of nausea washed over me. The TV blared in the living room. Half-eaten pizza boxes littered the designer coffee table. And there was Sofia, lounging on my couch in my silk robe, casually painting her nails. "Oh, look who's back," she drawled without looking up. "I thought you'd be spending the night elsewhere." My gaze drifted to the wall where my half-a-million-dollar Monet original once hung. It was now defaced with colorful, childish scrawls. Leo sat on the floor, paintbrush in hand, admiring his "mast

Finally, Lacey had no choice but to instruct Adrian to go. "Adrian, go buy me a box of birth control pills. We might need them tonight." ... Adrian's clenched fists cracked at the knuckles. Not a single person in this group had a shred of decency. He had seriously underestimated Lacey. They had known each other for three years, and she had always struck him as the picture of innocence — a sweet, well-behaved girl. She used to say that cheating was the one thing she despised most in this world. But her mouth said one thing while her heart believed another.

At his response , l didn't hesitate , l instantly began to tell him everything . I told him how Mark always treats me like shit together with the kids . With him intently listening , l told him how he only focuses on work and then I told him how he wished I was like Harriet . " From now on , lam going to cheat just like he does " , My voice broke at that point and the tears fall but l was serious . Cheating wasn't for me but my situation was honestly unbearable .

On the corner of the desk lay several pieces of paper, on which she had written his name over and over. Each careful pen stroke spelled out a deep-seated crush. I thought I would be able to face the truth calmly by now. But it turned out that I had overestimated myself. I felt a suffocating ache in my chest that threatened to tear me apart. It hurt so much that I could barely breathe.

I was taken aback when I found myself guffawing aloud. He inquired with an interested tone, "What's the matter?" I confronted him with this question while pointing to the floor next to him and exclaimed, "Did you just hum'my darling'?!!" He gave a few quick blinks of his eyes before erupting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. "yeah. I guess I did." I rolled my eyes and let out a snort of laughter at her response. "It's so cheesy that I can almost smell the cheesy romance novel it comes from!" "It's so corny that I can almost smell the cheese!"

"Oh, right. You said high-society marriages are just business deals. That keeping a young mistress is normal. "So let's say, for argument's sake, I did cheat. Scott broke our vows first. That would just make me a woman who knows how to play by the rules." I took a step to the side, just enough to dodge Joel's hand reaching for mine. "Besides—" My voice stayed even. "You've all been dying to know who really owns Vespera since the buyout, right?" Joel's head snapped toward me. The cold night air bit at my skin as I met his stare, my voice quiet but detached.