My Cheating Mate (Emma and Jeremy) novel Chapter 69

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Chapter 69

My Cheating Mate

Emma pov

I shouldn’t be doing this.

That’s what I told myself as I let myself into Jeremy’s house with the key I’d kept, armed with cleaning supplies and groceries. He was meeting with his father about the rogue situation, and I’d decided–impulsively, maybe foolishly—to take advantage of his absence.

The house was a mess. Not dirty exactly, but neglected. Dishes in the sink from weeks ago. Dust on every surface. Mail piled on the counter. Evidence of someone who’d been living here but not really inhabiting the space.

I started with the kitchen, washing dishes and wiping down counters. Found expired food in the fridge and threw it out. Restocked with the groceries I’d brought–actual food, not just the protein bars and energy drinks that seemed to be Jeremy’s current diet.

The living room was easier–just dust and vacuum. The bathroom needed a deep clean that I tried not to think too hard about.

Then I made my way to the bedroom.

Our bedroom. The room we’d shared for six months before everything fell apart.

I stripped the bed—sheets that definitely needed washing- and started making it with fresh linens I’d found in the closet. The familiar domestic task was soothing, meditative.

Until I tucked in the fitted sheet and my hand brushed against the mattress.

And suddenly I wasn’t in the present anymore.

*“Jeremy, we can’t-“I was laughing, breathless, as he pulled me toward the bedroom. “I have to finish making dinner.“*

*“Dinner can wait.” His hands were on my waist, his mouth on my neck, his voice low and wanting. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.“*

*“You’re insatiable.“*

*“Only for you.”

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*The mattress against my back. His weight above me. The way he’d looked at me then–like I was everything he wanted, everything he needed.*

*“Emma, you’re so beautiful. So perfect.“*

*His hands. His mouth. The way he’d moved inside me, the way he’d whispered my name like a prayer.*

*“I love you.” His voice, rough with emotion and pleasure. “God, Emma, I love you so much.“*

*And I’d believed him. Had believed every word, every touch, every promise.*

“Emma?”

I jerked back to the present, gasping. Jeremy stood in the doorway, concern written all over his face. “How long have you been standing there?” My voice came out shaky.

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“A few minutes. You were-” He paused. “You looked far away. I called your name but you didn’t respond.”

I looked down at my hands, still gripping the half–made bed. “Sorry. I was just “How did I explain what I’d been remembering? “I was finishing the bed.”

He moved into the room slowly, cautiously. “You didn’t have to do all this. Clean the house, buy groceries-”

“I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.” I forced myself to meet his eyes. “You needed help, even if you won’t ask for it.”

“Thank you.” His voice was soft. “Really. Coming home to a clean house with actual food in it-” He smiled slightly. “It’s more than I deserve.”

“Stop measuring everything by what you deserve,” I said, echoing my earlier words. “I did this because I care about you. Not

because you’ve earned it.”

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