One Direction Preferences He Cheats Novels & Stories

"Don't let him fool you. He's only acting this way out of guilt—because he cheated on me." The crowd, curious now, began to whisper among themselves. Stanley's expression faltered. "Becca, don't say that," he mumbled, forcing a smile. "What's the matter? Afraid of the truth?" I snapped. "Or do you think I didn't notice the wet bed sheet you made while rolling around with her? You thought I wouldn't see the bite marks you left on her chest?" I stood, glaring at him, and spat at his feet.

“Come here.” All my confidence and anger from last night has seemingly washed away. He tries to kiss me again, but I stop the man. I shake my head, refusing to put out again. “One and done,” I tell him. “As you wish,” he replies, running his fingertips up and down my arm. God, why is that tiny touch driving me absolutely crazy? I’ve never thought of myself as a one-night stand girl, but then again, the man I thought I loved was clearly capable of cheating on me.

Even behind the cameras, the crew got more interested, anticipating his answer. Henry inhaled. “Yes. I will.” He began with Damian Dowells. “Damian is a man of power, and he is relentless in his pursuits. He saw me as a partner, perhaps even as a prize. His attention was flattering at first, overwhelming later. He represents ambition and the allure of wealth, and for a moment I wondered if that was what I wanted—to climb higher, faster, with him at my side. But I came to realize that while Damian admires me, he admires most the way I shine in the world he already controls. He wanted me for his empire, not for my heart. And so, I respect him, but I cannot love him.”

“I need to fuck one of them.” Diane gasped again, “For crying out loud, what are you thinking? Those are his parents, what do you mean one of them? Mr Monroe seems to love his wife, he wouldn’t fuck his son's girlfriend.” “They don’t know,” I smirked. As far as his parents knew, we were nothing but close friends, it was a decision we made together. “And they have an open marriage.” “Thats basically an unrestricted cheating pass.” I nodded, “Exactly. And before the night ends, I will have at least kissed one of them, and had my pussy in their face.”

] My hand froze. Even breathing hurt. I kept scrolling. Next was a private group chat with his coworkers. Coworker: [Tyler, is that crazy-loyal backup girlfriend from your hometown still waiting for you to marry her? When are you gonna tell her?] Tyler sent a helpless sticker. [Soon. I'm waiting for her to put the down payment on the condo we're buying and add me to the deed. I'm not in a rush. She is.] Everyone knew. His friends. His coworkers.

"Cute. Real close, huh? Where she went isn't your problem. Or what—did she drag you in again to play the loyal sidekick in another one of her little acts? "Stella's my wife. I don't care how you two chat behind my back, but she needs to quit wrecking my family's name. Or I won't go easy on her." I floated in circles, shaking with fury. This guy—this clown—who spent every second wrapped around Quincey like she was gold, had the nerve to accuse me of cheating? Unbelievable. Connor snapped, "What the hell are you talking about? Stelly and I would never pull the kind of crap you're accusing us of.

“Isn't he basically trying to lure you to cover his cheating?” “That's the point of that open relationship. It's to give him the freedom to cheat.” Alicia agreed with Grace and I could see rage burning in her eyes. “And you called us to ask for our opinions?” Hershey asked suspiciously. I nodded. “Yes…” A deafening silence filled us. I looked at each one of them and I can see that they have different opinions. “Well…” It was Rachel who was first to recover. “You're here, so that means you're also considering the setup. For me it's fine.”

“Can we count on you to keep it quiet?” “Yeah, yeah, of course!” I crossed my arms. “Derek’s not ‘Douchebag Numero Uno.’” “Oh GOD, she’s still in love with him,” Riley groaned. “I am NOT,” I said, protesting too loudly once again. “Did he cheat on you?” “…yes,” I said, grumpy to have to admit it. “Then he’s Douchebag Numero Uno, and don’t you forget it.” Suddenly Riley grew really serious. “Ry… you two can’t hook up, you KNOW that, right? Or if you do, you got to keep that shit on the DOWN-LOW, man.”

That got people talking. "I heard the Alpha has a mate, but that woman sure doesn't look like our Luna." "Please—it's pretty common for Alphas to cheat. Anyone with power never limits themselves to one partner." When those comments hit the feeds, I felt like the sky cracked open above me. My mind went blank, and my hands turned cold. In the photos, the woman wore a mask and a cap. I couldn't see her face at all, but I was certain that the man beside her was Jared. Amid my panic, I immediately called Luciana, sobbing and breaking down.

He glared at Gregory and shouted, "We aren't homewreckers! Selena and I have been together for 40 years, and Emily is legally married to my son! "Neither of them would ever cheat. You must be mistaken." Gregory smiled dismissively. "Go ahead and ask around the hospital. Everyone here knows I'm Selena's husband and Emily's father-in-law." As if on cue, the gathered crowd began to chime in. "He really is Ms. Ashford's husband!"