You Slept With Mr Wilson Novels & Stories

Bits and pieces started to come back—dancing, laughing, and then… him. Oh my. I closed my eyes rightfully as embarrassment kicked in when I remembered just about everything - almost. But I remembered enough to know that I had begged a man - a total stranger - to sleep with me. Yup. That is the level Natalie Wilson has stopped to. “Do not beat yourself up, honey.” he said and I glared at him. Easy for him to say. He was not the one who did the begging. “It was a beautiful night for me at least.”

She asked with a tint of worry in her voice. "I'm fine" I replied shutting my eyes close we got home and hopped out of the car, I exhaled and interlock my finger with Anna's. She sighed as we walk into the house, "Wow you guys look good" Mira was the first to blabber nonsense, Wilson was drinking whiskey while staring at Anna with a smirk. I noticed the horrified look on her face and she squeeze my fingers in a frightful manner, What the hell is going on. I waited until we were off to bed before asking her, "What did Wilson do to you while I was away?" I asked as she sits on the bed.

After a moment's thought, I had a startling conjecture: they were mates! Excited by this idea, I looked back at Mr. Wilson and Mrs. Wilson, and they wore knowing smiles, confirming that my guess was right. "Zoe, let's go to the kitchen and prepare dinner," Mrs. Wilson made an excuse and led me and Mr. Wilson into the kitchen, leaving the newly acquainted mates in their own space. As I walked towards the kitchen, I discreetly glanced back and saw Susie and Abel engaged in a passionate kiss. Overwhelmed with joy, I felt like shouting in happiness! I was genuinely happy for them. There was nothing more delightful than having two of your best friends become mates.

She took a deep breath, attempting to shake off the perplexing mix of emotions and thoughts that seemed to swirl within her. As she prepared to rise from bed, a quiet resolve settled within her. Whatever their shared night might have meant, she knew it was a singular event. It is a well-known fact that Kade Wilson never spent 2 nights in a row with the same woman. Gathering her composure, Lily decided to face the day, leaving Kade to his peaceful slumber, silently acknowledging the transient nature of their unexpected liaison.

"Oh, man. No wonder Summer always says you can't be trusted. So, what do you plan to do next? Change your target, or stick with Summer?" Grayson scoffed. "I'm not giving up until I get her. There's no way I'll fail. Anyway, we'll talk later. She's coming back soon. Just send whatever brilliant ideas you have into the group chat." As soon as he ended the call, I knocked on the door. I entered the room and saw his uneasy look. As I packed up my luggage, I teased, "Why do you look like you're sweating bullets? Were you plotting something?" He embraced me from behind and nestled his head against the crook of my neck. "Come on, babe. You know I'd never misbehave. I was just missing you because yo

He just watched me with that terrifyingly patient gaze, waiting for the moment I would realize he was right. “We’ll see,” he said quietly. The silence returned, heavier and more permanent than before. I looked at the man who had undone me, the man who held the keys to my survival and the weapons of my destruction. “He slept with me to hurt my husband,”. And he doesn’t deny it.

They carried on right beside me in my bed. Wyatt deliberately exaggerated his motions and made the bed groan beneath him. He took pleasure in it and relished the thrill of dancing on the edge. I closed my eyes and listened to their ragged breaths. The red light on the recorder blinked relentlessly. Each pulse marked another step toward their downfall. Wyatt finally slipped back into the guest room as morning approached. I got up and took a cold shower in the bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. All I had to do was endure just a little more.

She seemed about to say more when Cyrus walked over, wrapped in a towel. “Mr. Everest, don’t worry about it. We never even had direct contact. Valerie still respects you.” He held a condom up and looked at me mockingly as he said, “Go ahead. Inspect it if you’re so paranoid.” In the next moment, Valerie snatched the condom from him. She said in a shrill voice, “Why would he care whether I respect him? At most, he cares about whether I’m clean. Claude, I’ll just sleep with you later. You can get your turn too, okay?”

I whispered, my voice barely audible He smirked, leaning back in his chair, “You seem to like pushing my buttons. Just remember, every action has a consequence.” I swallowed hard, my mind spinning with the implications of his words. The tension between us was almost unbearable, “Maybe you should just let me leave,” my voice bolder than I felt. I stood up, walking around the table until I was standing right in front of him. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and warning. “Chloe, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice low and husky. I nodded, “I didn’t sleep last night, so I don’t know.”

Running inside with only one person on my brain, I try to call Camille, but the more I try calling, the more her phone is unreachable, my hand shivered in fear, making the phone fall on the cold tiles. Footsteps growing closer, he push the door open and stopped my heart. "Camille, what's wrong?" Taking the first step inside, our eyes met. The horror is true, he is the same one, he is Camille's boyfriend and not a complete stranger, he's not suppose to be the one that I was meant to sleep with, what have I done! "Iris!"