It Ain't Easy Being Cheesy Novels & Stories

(It's an art) "More like an extermination," Mason corrected. Calvin facepalmed “You guys are never going to give up that topic?" “Non (Nope)!" they both replied. “C'est amusant de vous taquiner avec ca (It's fun teasing you with it)" Drew concluded, and they all burst into laughter. “Anyway, what was all that rambling about earlier?" Drew asked Mason. “Oh, right. It's just a hypothesis." “Let's hear it. And please try not to go into your mad scientist mode. Some of us only understand seasoning fish and how to make the spiciest food ever,“ Calvin complained.

The door closed softly behind them, leaving the two of them alone. The room fell into an uneasy silence. The ticking of the wall clock sounded unnaturally loud. Cheesy clutched the blazer tightly around her trembling frame, eyes downcast. Daryl stood before her, his chest heaving with anger. “You’ve really become cheap, haven’t you? Seriously—just for one billion? You were willing to expose yourself like that? Is your dignity worth so little?” Cheesy slowly lifted her face. Her tear-filled eyes stared blankly ahead, and then a faint, bitter laugh escaped her lips. “Yes. My dignity is worth nothing compared to one billion, Mr. Daryl.”

Betrayed by the two people I trusted most, I felt so suffocated by the pain that my tears finally fell freely. I glared at Jared, my voice shaking with rage. "Your mother left you because your father cheated on her. You said you hated betrayal above all else in this world, so you wouldn't let the one you love experience that same kind of agony. "You said you wouldn't put me through it, so why the hell did you do it still? Huh?" "I did say that!" Jared barked, then covered his face with both hands as tears slipped through his fingers. "But I do love you, Monica. I really, really do."

We stood like that for a while, wrapped in quiet, holding onto something neither of us wanted to lose again. About an hour later in the kitchen, we were barefoot, side by side, making grilled cheese like two awkward teenagers after a first kiss. Grace had raided my fridge, laughed at my pretentious selection of cheeses, and insisted that if we were doing this, it had to be real. “None of this imported truffle nonsense,” she said, wiggling a slice of cheddar. “You want to win a woman’s heart? You do it with basic, reliable, artery clogging American cheese.”

“She’s had a bit to drink.” “A-At this time?” I didn’t mean to speak out loud. Mrs Cartelli pulled back with a frown while Leo chuckled in the corner of the room safe from her wrath. “Not t-that-” “Relax,” she replied through a sigh, “I couldn’t ever be mad at you. Look how cute you are.” She mimed squeezing my cheeks and glanced up at Armani standing silently beside me. I didn’t catch the expression he gave her back, but he looked slightly annoyed after.

She was really working hard to make sure she completed it. Sometimes she smiled while working. Sometimes she would look frustrated. Whenever she smiled, it made me smile too. It made her look like a sweet baby who had just finished her assignment. And whenever she became frustrated, it made me laugh silently. Earlier this afternoon, I saw her devouring crispy chicken as though she'd never tasted anything like it before. She was with someone. Maybe her sister. So I decided to get her more crispy chicken. I also added pasta. I didn't even know if she'd like it, but I decided to give it a try. It's a reward for working hard

“Lopez sends his condolences. He said he's got this guy who just dropped in from California. A real tough one, he says. He's looking for a job. If you wouldn't mind seeing him. He would make him available tomorrow.” “I'm getting out of the game soon, Cain,” he said, watching Cain's reaction intently from the corner of his eye. “Why should I need a tough one?” Cain picked up the half bottle of whiskey on the table. “Whiskey?” He waved the bottle at Rico. “No,” Rico declined. Taking out his cigarette case, he selected one and lit it. Cain poured whiskey generously into his glass and took a sip. “I don't have to tell you, Rico, the last hours are always fatal.”

As I approached the building, Stanley appeared, rushing toward me. "I bought you some fruit. When I came back and saw you weren't here, I thought you'd left me again!" he said, his voice tinged with panic. Nearby, a middle-aged woman watched us with amusement. "Young man, you really cherish your wife. My daughter could learn a thing or two from this when finding a guy." Stanley laughed nervously, waving off her praise. "I'm just an ordinary guy," he said modestly. "Ordinary?" I laughed, my voice sharp enough to cut through his facade. "Don't let him fool you. He's only acting this way out of guilt—because he cheated on me."

“Yes, Tia. Enjoying some peace and quiet.” Theo’s eyes widened when he saw me, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but Tia cut him off. “We were just having a lovely dinner,” Tia continued, her tone sugary sweet. “It’s such a shame you’re all alone. But then again, I suppose not everyone can find true love.” “Tch! Who gets comfortable with second things?” I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Enjoy your leftovers, Tia.”

"Zoe Braun." At that moment, I almost laughed out loud. I finally understood the saying that when people were speechless at a situation, they would end up laughing in exasperation. How stupid did Leon think I was to come up with such a clumsy, perfunctory excuse? To think he actually brought the side piece he was cheating on me with into our home. At the same time, I felt a bit envious of this kind of impulsive, go-with-the-flow relationship that young people had. It was obvious that after their ten days together, Zoe couldn't let go. So, she followed him here with all her things. Youth, indeed.