Novel & Cerita Straight Guy Tricked

The day I find out I'm pregnant, I also discover my husband is cheating on me. To think that Brock Emerson, a celebrated OB-GYN, is sleeping with his own protegee, Wendy Blair! I strip Wendy's clothes off in front of the entire hospital, humiliating her for everyone to see. After that, the staff group chat turns into a daily betting pool on whether I'll show up to cause another scene. When Brock pulls me off the balcony railing yet again, he drops to his knees. "I've already had Wendy transferred. What happened that day was just an accident. You're all I care about." I give Brock two choices—either he sends Wendy to prison, or he signs the divorce papers. He personally submits evidence o

Tristan mumbled, staring at the keys in his hand. The second man attacked and Tristan kicked him hard before he could come any close. The first man tried punching him from behind and was thrown against the hard wall. Gianna gasped and watched as the strange guy beat up the three men with no difficulty. At the end of the fight, they ran off bleeding from their mouths and nose. Gianna glued herself to the wall and stared at Tristan. Tristan glared at her and stood for a while. "It's very stupid coming out this late." He turned and started walking away.

Justin budged, his body moving backwards like limbo. It all happened so quickly. The thug missed, and Justin grabbed the man's beefy arm. The man screamed, feeling Justin cook his hands. Jungkook smirked before hoisting the man above him and dropping him down hard, before punching the man with a flaming fist, making him unconscious. Just then, the most hilarious thing happened "Firrrreeeee!!" Wait what? All of us turned to the source of music, watching Jules stuff his phone and then staring at us with a sheepish grin. Jules looked at me, and I gave him that look as if to say, 'What's with the song?' To which he said,

The young stripper appeared on stage and slid sensually onto the scenic sofa. He took a sip of the drink whilst focusing his attention on the dancer's moves. He looked away from a subordinate who was coming into the room. "What do you want?" Enrico asked. "Don Bianchi wants to talk to you!" Enrico closed his eyes in disgust, everyone knew that on his days off, he went out to have fun. "What happened?" "Your uncle has a mission for you!" The henchman informed. "I'll be there in an hour". Impatient, he ordered another drink from the waitress. Suddenly, he spotted a burly man who stood as soon as the stripper show ended. He noticed when the stripper took a wad of cash.

Stella fell on the floor like a scared chicken. Two of the guys rushed to me and punched me on my tummy. I groaned as they held onto me tightly. One of them came to Stella and flipped her over facing him. she was lying on the floor and the huge masked man was inbetween her legs. Then he turned to me. "Give us all your damn money or we'll rape your wife!" He yelled fiercely. I scoffed. Does he knoe am a Sanchez?? Something's not right. "On the count of three" he rapsed and raised Stella's skirt.

Two of his friends. “Yo, Knight,” one of them laughed, not seeing me. “You really bagged her fast, huh? Knew that ‘rain scene’ trick would work again.” The world stopped spinning for a second. I turned to him, heart dropping. His friends laughed harder, nudging him. “Man, you’re smooth. What’s next, fake study dates?” Axel’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything. Didn’t deny it. That silence was enough. I swallowed hard, blinking back the sting behind my eyes. “So it was a trick?”

"How much did she take from you? She got a hundred and twenty grand from me! Said she needed it for a house in a good school district!" The three men crashed into each other. Punches flew. Suit jackets ripped. Buttons went everywhere. Someone caught a dress shoe to the face. Mia dragged herself off the floor, her hair a tangled mess. Blood ran from the corner of her mouth as she screamed. "Let me explain! It's not what you think! The reports are fake! He forged them!" She pointed at me. Every head turned. I was crouched in the corner of the stage, covering my face with both hands. My shoulders shook violently.

a long bloody time. I was infatuated. Trick hammered on the door again, and I yanked it open just in time for him to raise his fist again. “Good God, man, yer wheesht! It’s early yet. I don’t want my neighbors to hate me any more than they already do.” “You don’t have neighbors. You made sure of that. Don’t give me any of that Scottish bullshit your granny uses.” Trick was dressed for our run, with a gym bag slung over one shoulder, and headphones around his neck.

I took my sweet ass time getting my gear together in my bag. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about rodeo, it’s that most of these guys were screwing anything and everything they could get ahold of. If I showed disinterest in front of any of these guys, then they would think I was weird. They would watch me that much closer, making my life harder. That’s not what I wanted or needed, so the game was to deceive them into thinking that I screwed each girl that propositioned me. So far it was going well and they believed me even when I hadn't slept with any of them.

He stayed silent and laid down on the soft bed. I finally breathed a sigh of relief after he stopped pestering me with questions. I barely even know the guy yet I already revealed my intentions of approaching him. I’m only glad he’s not offended of some sort. After regaining my strength, I grabbed my purse and pulled out a blank cheque and handed it to him. “Let’s never see each other again,” I declared before standing up, still struggling to keep my body from falling. He looked at the cheque and back to me with a menacing stare. I almost flinched.