Little Mr Cheater Novels & Stories

My Cheating Mate Emma pov The pack house meeting room was packed. Every adult member of Crescent Moon Pack had shown up, sensing that something significant was about to happen. The air buzzed with speculation and whispered conversations. I sat in the front row next to my father, my laptop clutched in my hands like a weapon. The video was queued up, ready to play on the large screen at the front of the room. All I had to do was connect the cable and press play.

It was my fault for not obeying his lover. I was lying on the floor before I started to chuckle. Eventually, it turned into a howling laughter that sounded as if I had lost my mind.

Donning a bob cut and a no-nonsense expression, she stared right at the camera and began, "Hey, guys. Today, we will be steering off our current series. Permit me to tell you a story..." "There's this guy, let's call him Mr. Minimum. Mr. Minimum is from old money, so he became a multi-millionaire even before he could crawl. Well, now, he owns a company and is doing very well for himself. But like many rich folks, Mr. Minimum wants to eat his cake and have it. He pays his workers stipends and defaults in taxes despite making millions off the backs of Americans. One day, someone blew the whistle, drawing attention to Mr. Minimum's tax evasion crimes. But guess what happened?

I even hired a smooth-talking person to pretend to be my friend, which made the story even more believable. He was grinning from ear to ear and hummed a tune when he left. I stayed behind under the excuse of going to work, staring at the property deed in my hand. The first step of my plan had been done perfectly. After that, I headed straight to the home of Cael Renard, who was the husband of the female supervisor who had been cheating with Dylan.

He was leaning against the railing, still dressed in his pajamas. "No matter how healthy you are, you'd still fall sick if you stood out here at night in the cold air," he said with a reproachful expression. Toying with the blanket, I replied coolly, "Thanks, but you could've pretended not to have noticed me." I chose Michael purely because I thought he could win against Joshua. After having battled him numerous times now, I knew what he was capable of. Either way, I didn't want to get involved with him romantically. That would only end up becoming a repeat of the past.

"Yeah! How could you hit him?" I sneered. "Pamela, you cheated while we were still married. The divorce isn't even finalized yet, and you dare show up in public like this? Your family used to be dirt poor. Now that you have a little money, you're out here shamelessly keeping a side piece. "You're even acting as if you have class. It's the first time I've seen something like this." "What did you say? Who are you calling a side piece?" William lost it.

The players all turned to stare at Nova and Luke, who were lying off to the side, injured. "Wow, that's a genius way to cheat. If we weren't experiencing this in person, who'd have thought a horror game could be used in this way?" "So it's because you two cheated in the game that Mr. Hale filed for divorce. You two cheaters are gross." "Poor Landon. He washed that slip dress for his wife, and she turned it into sex-play for someone else."

Marcus growled, unzipping his pants. They didn’t waste a second. Marcus sat in the middle and yanked Emma onto his lap, slamming her down onto his thick, veiny cock in one brutal motion. She moaned loudly despite herself as he stretched her cum-slick pussy wide open. Jax knelt in front of her on the seat, gripping her hair and feeding his massive dick straight into her mouth, immediately skull-fucking her with deep, demanding thrusts. “Such a nasty cheating wife,” Jax groaned, his balls slapping her chin. “Getting double-stuffed in a public parking lot while your husband is twenty yards away on a work call.”

"Hello, Mr. Richards. I'm Jeremy Johnson, the one who was previously engaged to Kayleigh. "Now that she's chosen someone else, our engagement is void. I was about to leave, but Gerald Shaw made trouble and had people block my way." I explained the situation in just a few sentences. Gerald snorted, twisting the truth. "You stole gold from our mine. Of course, I couldn't let you walk away." My face was scraped from being dragged on the ground, my clothes torn and disheveled. Chris frowned, his eyes studying me. "If you're the type to steal, then my daughter breaking off the engagement is only natural. But you must leave this gold here."

I totally understand your reason," I told her. Anyway, at least we got to understand why she reacted that way. “So, William Warren, right?“ "Yes," I confirmed. She cleared her throat over the phone and I could hear some movements on the other side. I bet she was trying to make herself comfortable wherever she was before she began the story. “Willam was a Chef. Not just any kind of Chef he was a good chef but he wasn't recognised by society,“ she said. "Why wasn't he recognized since you said he was a good chef?“ I asked.