Prince Cheating Charming Novel – I was on the arm of the best man in the world who was about to become King and make me his Queen. But after the ceremony, my husband is getting laid with others. Jewel was bent over the desk, her skirt bunched up around her hips, her silky panties down around her ankles. She was bracing her hands on the wooden surface, her eyes closed, her lips parted to make little breathy moans. Alexander’s hands on her hips, jerking them back to meet his sharp thrusts. In my frozen state, my horrified eyes zoned in on his strong hands, the thick gold band on his fourth finger. No, this couldn’t be happening. I run away the room, in front of every single other person in the palace. Every one of them witnessing my excruciating humiliation. The country bumpkin wife who couldn’t keep her husband’s attention.
On the Coronation ceremony, I was on the arm of the best man in the world who was about to become King and make me his Queen. The ceremony itself was lengthy and confusing, with long passages in Norjavan that I had to listen to while standing in my official coronation gown, the heavy gold and jeweled crown digging into my scalp, trying to remind myself not to lock my knees or I’d keel over in a dead faint. I was relieved when it was over and tried to avoid several journalists who wanted to interview me. The stiff points of my bejeweled golden gown were digging into my face and I looked around for my husband. And I want to tell him I need to leave there. He had left with Jewel maybe ten minutes ago, entering the little office space off of the main reception hall. He had told me I was always supposed to knock before coming in to his office or private quarters. But this couldn’t possibly be work-related right after his Coronation! One of his staffers was outside the door, but talking animatedly to Libby’s husband Henner, so I just opened the door and walked in.
“Darling, do you think—” I began, and then I stopped. Loud, urgent, guttural noise assaulted my ears. For one horrible second my mind tried to come up with any explanation other than what I was seeing. It was the sickening confirmation to everything I had feared and dreaded. Jewel was bent over the desk, her skirt bunched up around her hips, her silky panties down around her ankles. She was bracing her hands on the wooden surface, her eyes closed, her lips parted to make little breathy moans. And behind her was my husband, his hands on her hips, jerking them back to meet his sharp thrusts. In my frozen state, my horrified eyes zoned in on his strong hands, the thick gold band on his fourth finger. Oh my god. As people behind me began to turn around curiously, I heard little gasps and low muffled curses as they saw what was happening. My brain reeled, the world spinning around me. Maybe he was just. . . Maybe she dropped. . . No No no no no, this couldn’t be happening.
In front of every single other person in the palace Every one of them witnessing my excruciating humiliation The country bumpkin wife who couldn’t keep her husband’s attention My eyes filled with tears as I saw my adored husband’s golden face frown as he pushed away from Jewel. “Mark, weren’t you supposed to be watching this door?” he asked sharply, his eyes on me. He tucked his shaft back in his pants, but there was something about that familiar motion, something he always did after we had lunch quickies or he had to get dressed for the day, that utterly broke me, and I turned and fled from the room. I had been such a moron to think he really loved me. . . Did Alexander want to divorce me? Was he planning on telling me to leave? Where had it all gone wrong? It was dark in the room but there was a clear shaft of moonlight slanting across his face, cutting across those gorgeous sharp cheekbones and the flawless jawline. “You didn’t have to leave the party,” he said. I was taken aback. “W-why wouldn’t I?” I asked, the sour bitter feeling in my stomach twisting my guts.
“Because what you saw didn’t mean anything,” he said. “How can it not mean anything,” I asked, my voice sounding strange and high in my own ears. “It doesn’t,” Alexander said sharply. “Just don’t read the news for a few days. They’ll get over it. There will be some new gossip to occupy everyone soon.” “But—” I started, trembling. “Come here,” he cut across me. For a moment, I hesitated. He was still in the same clothes he had been wearing at the party, and they barely looked rumpled. Everything always looked phenomenal on his tall, long-limbed body, the crisp white shirt stretched across his shoulders. Even now, he was still the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen in my life. As I watched, his strong tanned fingers pulled slowly at his navy-blue tie, undoing the knot with a soft swish of the fabric. I shivered watching his fingers work. I wanted them on me, and I was disgusted with myself for being such a doormat. How could I still want him after seeing the evidence of him cheating right in front of my face? The newly crowned King was still looking at me. “Come here,” he said again, this time beckoning me with one finger as he began to take a cufflink out, his tie draped around his neck now.
I stood up and got off the bed. I was in one of my silky spaghetti strap nighties, and I walked slowly toward him, feeling my thighs rub together. Should I try to lose weight? Is that why Alexander had cheated on me? How many timeshad he cheated on me? From his casual attitude, even I couldn’t delude myself into thinking it was a one-time thing. All these thoughts were churning in my head as I stopped just in front of him, inches from his knees. His proximity made my skin buzz as it always did. Usually when he beckoned me closer, I dropped to my knees and settled between his legs, my hands reaching eagerly for his zipper. I knew he loved that, and I loved it too. His deep groans and the way he tangled his hand in my hair were tangible evidence that he desired me. But this time I just stood there. My palms felt sweaty and I wanted to rub them on my thighs. Were my blowjobs too boring or something? Did I need to find some spicy new techniques? “Do—do you still want to be married to me?” I asked, hating the tremble I couldn’t keep from my voice. My husband frowned. “Of course I do,” he said.
“Nothing has changed between us. Come closer, Delilah.” Alexander raised a hand and put it on my thigh, moving so his fingers skimmed up my heated skin to the round curves of my backside. I was too shy to look him in the eyes, dropping them to where he sat in the chair. His hands kneaded my hip and I heard him make a satisfied hum. I hadn’t put panties on, and he rolled up the silky fabric of my nightie, pulling me down onto his lap. The heat flared in my chest, the desire for my handsome, charming husband warring with the sick feeling of betrayal. When he smooched me, pulling me over his hard length, I opened eagerly. Maybe it was all just a mistake. Nobody was perfect, after all. I rode him eagerly, hoping desperately that he liked what he saw. Maybe if I tried to be even sexier, he wouldn’t cheat again. I ordered dozens of new pieces of lingerie, each one more sumptuous than the last. When the latest one came, in, it was a gorgeous satiny white, cupping my small breasts perfectly, and falling with lush opulence over my hip. Looking at myself in the mirror, I slipped into my highest heels and twisted this way and that.
He’d like this, wouldn’t he? Excitedly, I hurried down the back hallway so nobody could see me, and slipped into Alexander’s office. I had checked and double-checked his schedule and I knew he’d be arriving soon for a meeting. My heart started pounding faster when I saw my husband enter the room. I licked my lips nervously. I was just gathering my courage when Julia walked in the room. She was dressed in a tiny pantsuit that showed her tall, elegant legs to perfection, her blouse clinging to her big papillae. Her long blonde hair fell down her back like a waterfall. I felt my thick straightish hair nervously. No matter how much I straightened it, it still looked dull and insipid. It was hard work to battle my natural curly hair. “Have time for a quickie?” she cooed. “I’d love to be pounded by your big shaft right now.” My heart stilled. What the heck! Alexander was at his desk, his hands moving rapidly between two laptops, his phone in front of him. “Or want me to suck your shaft?” she purred, coming around the other side of the desk, running her hands over my husband’s back, across my husband’s broad shoulders, teasingly tugging my husband’s tie.
“Nothing turns me on like your shaft in my mouth.” My forehead was stinging with how hard my face was pressed against the crack. Alexander waved Julia away, and for a second I felt a breath of relief. He was rejecting her. But then he spoke. “Too busy right now,” he said impatiently. “Maybe tomorrow or the next day.” My heart felt like it sunk all the way down to my toes as my stomach did flip-flops. I was standing here ready to give him a hot surprise and he was scheduling a blowjob date with his chief of staff! “All right,” Julia purred. “Just don’t make it too long. You know how lewd you make me.” She put a finger in her mouth, sucking on it for a second, then opened the door to leave, brushing past Libby as she headed down the hallway.
Tears blurred my eyes and I wanted to flee, but I was frozen in place. My hands tightened on the wood of the door, sending splinters deep into my palms, but it was nothing to the pain and rage I felt. He wasn’t stopping. Nothing I tried worked. It was all useless, because he planned to continue cheating. “Magnus,” I said. “I need you to help me look through the archives. I need the easiest way to get out of being married to the King.” The Archbishop looked at me over his spectacles. “I’m in,” he said promptly. “But I have to warn you that divorce is a lengthy process in Norjava. If your husband doesn’t agree to an immediate split, it could take months for it to be final.” I ground my teeth. “I don’t have months!” I said. “I want to ditch my dirty cheating husband as soon as I can.”