Lebron James Cheating Novels & Stories

I realized I didn’t have any other proof besides those photos and videos to confirm it was really him cheating. The situation was at a stalemate. Just as the judge was about to announce the verdict, Stanley walked in. “What if someone else can prove you were cheating?” Stanley handed a USB drive to the court staff. The video was a full ten minutes long. In the footage, Jeffery was driving the BMW my parents had given me as a wedding gift. The one sitting in the passenger seat wasn’t me, but Dona. They parked the car in a secluded area in the woods, and as soon as they stopped, Jeffery reclined the seat and hurriedly pushed Dona down beneath him.

She looked at Mark's limp eggplant and all his white jizz he was wiping with a tissue. Jasmine grabbed a few tissues and started cleaning up herself. " I want you in person. Not just on the phone. Stop playing hard to get. You know you want this to", Mark said. Jasmine was silent. She enjoyed what she had just done. It was so exciting. She thought for a moment that it was technically not cheating. It was via a video call. It doesn't count. She knew if she really did the deed with Mark it would be cheating. But if Charlie never knew, what he doesn't know won't hurt him.

His skin went from pale to a sickly flush. "The game is over, Elliot. The ice is behind us." "They're going to erase the win," he said, his breath hitching. He leaned forward, his forehead almost touching my collarbone. His words came out in a rush. "The Kings, Nathan, Allen. They're going to say we cheated. They're going to say every goal I scored since my rookie year was a violation of league policy. The board... Devereux has the filing." "Let them file," I said. My voice stayed steady, a weight to counter his rising hysteria. "The lawyers are already moving."

let me go back, please..." Jose bent slightly, lifting her chin with his hand. "I was hoping for a damsel in distress rescued by a hero. You've disappointed me." Brandy wanted to say something, but hesitated. "Speak!" Jose's mood was volatile. "You wanted to see James being attacked and me begging you," Brandy's eyes filled with fear. "But he's not that kind of person..." "Has he touched you?" Jose's low and oppressive voice fell again. Brandy's eyes flickered with panic. Jose must have heard James's words and knew that they hadn't gone that far. Brandy had to force herself to lie, "N-no..." "Should I check? Hmm? If I find out you're lying, I'll make you regret the day you were born!" Brand

I felt proud of my team as they took to the court, ready to face the Clippers. The game started fantastically, with the Lakers scoring their first basket. My friends and I jumped and squealed in excitement, waving our flags and cheering on our team. Miracle laughed, and the crowd erupted in cheers as we scored basket after basket, leading the game. But, as they say, good things don't last. The Clippers caught up, and the Lakers started making mistakes. LeBron James twisted his ankle and had to leave the court, leaving me feeling worried. "Shit," Bart cursed. "This doesn't look good at all." I decided to check on LeBron and left my seat, returning to find the game had lost its cheerfulness.

’ Lora grimaced ‘I am going to make you regret the day you proposed to me James, I am going to destroy you. It was James’s turn to laugh, ‘What can you do huh….what can you do to me? Poor Lora, wake up and smell the coffee. Have you forgotten so quickly that I literally picked you and your kids from the gutter? No job, no income what can you do without me? Lora was aghast, ‘Is this why you are cheating, because you think I have no place to go or that I am incapable of doing anything to you?’ James was silent for a moment. His cheating had nothing to do with that, rather it was a result of a fling that turned into a relationship beyond his control. The truth of the matter was that he was fill

“Let’s see what you’ve really got on the court.” I let go, meeting his gaze with my own steady confidence. “Trust me,” I told him, “you won’t be disappointed.” “Are you gay?” he asked. The words hit me like a sucker punch. For a second, I thought I’d misheard him. My brows shot up, my chest tightening. What the fuck? “Excuse me?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, laced with both shock and offense. LeBron’s eyes widened as if he’d just realized what had slipped past his lips. He quickly raised his hands in surrender, shaking his head.