Uke Cheats Novels & Stories

I needed to unleash this pain on something. "How did your excuse for an apology go?" Lilika asked, slowly sipping a glass of wine when I came into view. Her collected self seemed to be back. If she didn't notice my puffy eyes and ruined makeup, I could only assume her head was in the clouds concocting something equally wicked for that Attica trash threatening to steal our Nik.

No, I am sure they are this other guy’s family… not my Mac’s. I roll my eyes in disgust at myself. He’s not my Mac. Oh God. Concentrate, you fucking idiot. I keep going through the images until I get to the one I am looking for. The report. 1267 CCPick up 10thCoffee 1208HPick up after deliveryTea 1190IPick up 14thStatue 1211H Pick up 11thNA 1130CCNon disclosedBook 1140 DMDPick up after deliveryStatue 1289WPPADFlooring

Well, only so Wes can divorce her once and for all. “So,” I start, changing the subject. “I made a fake video of the Batmobile for Dean. Want to see it?” Wes chuckles, blue eyes sparkling. All my brothers have blue eyes like our parents. I’m the odd one out with green eyes. “Of course.” I show him the video, and we both laugh. Then Mom calls us all in for lunch. She made homemade mac and cheese, along with a cucumber and avocado salad that I usually devour. But right now, a small bowl of mac and cheese is all I can handle.

They ate in easy silence at first, but soon, she started asking him questions. Simple things. "What's your favorite movie?" He shrugged. "Don't have one." She gasped dramatically hands on her heart . "Blasphemy." He smirked. "What's yours?" "Easy. Baby ." He groaned. "Figures." She stuck out her tongue. " What's your favorite color?" Kane hesitated. "Black." She snorted. "That's not a color." His gaze darkened. "It is to me." Mona giggled, shaking her head. "Fine. Black it is."

"Oh, right. You said high-society marriages are just business deals. That keeping a young mistress is normal. "So let's say, for argument's sake, I did cheat. Scott broke our vows first. That would just make me a woman who knows how to play by the rules." I took a step to the side, just enough to dodge Joel's hand reaching for mine. "Besides—" My voice stayed even. "You've all been dying to know who really owns Vespera since the buyout, right?" Joel's head snapped toward me. The cold night air bit at my skin as I met his stare, my voice quiet but detached.

Then, he pulled out a wicker chair with his free hand and gestured for me to sit down. I turned on my computer to watch the livestream in the courtroom. They were going to deliver the final verdict for Xavier’s murder charge. Since he had committed siblicide, one of the worst taboos in the code of the mafia, he had been completely ostracized. I recognized his figure on the screen. No longer was he the high-and-mighty figure he once was. In contrast, he seemed utterly disgraced. He was emaciated, and there was an eerily silent look in the sunken pits of his eyes. His once meticulously groomed hair had lost its luster.

Uche cut in "...ahn! But how did you get so muscular?" "oh heavens! Your grandpa gave me 'achiere' (voodoo) to eat, but then I ate him too" "Oh okay, good enough. Thanks for taking my burden away" Uche turned to him "shooo...?" "what? He was a burden anyway" he paused, "is he still alive?" "sure, yes , after frying eating him. Genius" "Hahahah, wait, seriously?"

After a quick stop at the restroom, she returned to the U-Haul with a bag full of junk food and two coffees, her mocha and a black coffee for Kyle. She grinned, holding the bag up in front of her brother. “This is how you buy snacks, Kyle.” Kyle spotted the barbecue chips through the sack and shook his head. “You are going to regret eating those for breakfast one of these days.” Gemma popped one into her mouth. “Now is not one of those times.” She took a sip of her coffee and ate another chip. Kyle laughed, making a face. “Now that’s disgusting—even for you.” The rest of the ride, they argued over music and snacks—especially when Gemma discovered Kyle had eaten the last of the powdered dough

I shot Wayne a look of pure disgust and coldly said, "But you're filthy. Looking at you only makes me sick." The color drained from his face. His lips trembled, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words. Beside me, Mason chose that moment to deliver a merciless jab. "You're just a used-up, bottom-shelf scrap. Go home and take a look at yourself." I couldn't help but laugh at his words. Honestly, I hadn't expected Mason to have such a sharp, dry sense of humor.

The smell hits me, and I grimace. "Audrey," I say in a warning tone, "that better not be—" "TEQUILA!" She yells and I groan. Tequila is the sure-fire way to get me both hammered and horny, and she damn well knows this. "Come on, Kat," she says in her sweetest voice, pouting at me then grinning at Dan. She passes Mark a glass. "Why are there five?" I ask her.