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How can you be so heartless??
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2025-12-06 00:08:28
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His Dirty Little Secret You’d be exposed.
Cassidy’s POV I looked up at him over my shoulder, his hand still curled around the back of my chair, his body a solid wall of heat and control behind me.“No.”The word came out sharper than I intended, but not sharp enough to be regret.Dante’s brows lowered slightly. “No?”“If we change everything now, whoever’s feeding him notices immediately.” I turned in the chair so I could face him fully, one hand still resting on the tablet balanced across my lap. “He’s studying patterns, yes—but that means he’s also watching for disruption. If my routine changes too fast, too cleanly, too obviously, then the person giving him access knows we’ve seen the line he’s drawing.”His jaw flexed once.I could see him following it already. The logic. The danger. The necessity.I pushed on before he could answer.“We don’t slam every door at once,” I said. “We let one stay open long enough to see who’s standing behind it.”Across the desk, Mia looked up from her laptop, eyes flicking between us. Reyn
His Dirty Little Secret The First Countermove
Cassidy's POV An hour later, the office no longer felt frozen. It felt armed. Quietly. Systematically. Security presence increased, but subtly. New faces appeared near the elevator banks in tailored civilian clothes instead of obvious uniforms. Temporary access was paused under the pretense of a routine systems recalibration. Vendor appointments were “rescheduled.” The service corridor Lucas had used was suddenly inaccessible due to a fabricated plumbing issue. No alarms. No spectacle. Just pressure applied inward. From my desk, I built patterns. Mia fed me visitor records. Reynolds’ team sent corridor access logs. IT sent metadata from delivery notifications and internal routing permissions. I lined it all up, stripping away noise until shapes began to emerge. Every move Lucas had made touched one common thread. Not Dante’s calendar. Mine. Flower delivery window aligned with my morning coffee run. The black box appeared in the six-minute interval betwee
His Dirty Little Secret What did he say?
Cassidy's POV Dante reached for my hand then, pulling me closer—not possessive, not controlling. Anchoring. “Then we handle it,” he said. “How?” I asked. His expression shifted. Sharp. Predatory. Certain. “The way we handle everything.” A pause. Then— “Together. And smarter than him.” I let out a slow breath. “Okay.” That single word carried more than agreement. It was consent to the next phase of this. To the fact that peace, at least the easy kind, was over. Outside the windows, the rain hadn’t stopped. It streaked down the glass in relentless silver lines, blurring the city beyond into something distant and unreachable. But now it didn’t feel distant anymore. It felt like a barrier. Like something watching from the other side. Waiting. Planning. Smiling. I glanced once more at the lilies, still visible through the glass wall of his office where they’d been left sitting on my desk like a grave marker. At the card. At the message hid
His Dirty Little Secret He’s trying to break you.
Cassidy's POV I picked the card up again, studying the handwriting more closely. Precise. Elegant. Controlled. No jagged pressure marks. No hesitation in the strokes. No rushed endings. Whoever had written this—Lucas himself or someone working under him—hadn’t been angry. Hadn’t been shaking. Hadn’t been improvising. This was deliberate from the first pen stroke. And that told me more than any threat could. “He’s not emotional,” I said slowly, tracing the air just above the ink without touching it. “This isn’t reactive. It’s staged.” Dante moved to lean against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, watching me instead of the card. He always did that when he wanted the full shape of my thinking. “Walk me through it.” I nodded, grounding myself in the thing I knew best outside of him: order. Logic. Sequence. Control. “The key yesterday,” I started. “The lilies today. He’s building a pattern.” “Escalation,” Dante said. “Yes. But measured escalation.” I tapped the card
His Dirty Little Secret It was to close the gap.
Cassidy’s POV No one moved.Not at first.The entire executive floor—usually a symphony of quiet efficiency, clipped voices, hushed phone calls, the faint clatter of keyboards, and the expensive, carefully orchestrated hum of power—had fallen into something unnatural.Stillness.Not silence exactly. Silence can feel clean. This didn’t.This felt held.Suspended.Like the building itself was drawing in a breath and refusing to let it go.I could feel their eyes on me.On the card.On the lilies.Waiting.That was the part no one ever said out loud in places like this: people always waited for the moment the woman would break.Especially when she had survived too much already.Especially when the threat was this deliberate.This elegant.This personal.They wanted the crack in the glass. The trembling hand. The swallowed panic. The loss of composure that would let them recategorize everything they thought they knew about me.Not because they were cruel—though some of them were—but beca
His Dirty Little Secret I’m not calling the company.
Cassidy's POV Dante didn’t speak right away.He moved instead.Deliberate. Controlled. Dangerous in the quietest way.He crossed the office in three long strides, grabbed a glass from the sideboard, and poured water with steady hands that didn’t quite match the storm gathering behind his eyes. The soft clink of glass against the marble counter sounded unnaturally loud in the silence.Then he turned back to me.Pressed the glass into my hand.Not asking.Not explaining.Just knowing.“Drink,” he said quietly.It wasn’t a command.It wasn’t soft either.It was… grounding.Anchoring.Like he could see the exact second my mind was about to spiral and decided to catch it before it did.I took a sip.Cool.Real.Something to hold onto.Because my thoughts were already racing—fast, sharp, connecting dots I didn’t even want to see.Dante watched me the entire time.Not my face.My eyes.Measuring.Waiting.Making sure I stayed here—with him—and not lost somewhere in fear.I swallowed slowly,
His Dirty Little Secret You're a mess.
Cassidy’s POV The morning after Dante's pre-dawn exit blurred into a haze of lingering ecstasy and subtle aches, my body a living map of our secrets. I woke to the sun streaming through the gauzy curtains, brighter than yesterday, casting golden patterns on the rumpled sheets still scented with hi
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2026-03-30His Dirty Little Secret Fuck, Cass—still dripping from earlier?
Cassidy’s POV Heart hammering in my chest, I hesitated for a split second, the rational part of me screaming about the risks—Victor in his study just down the hall, Mom's errands could bring her back any minute, the pantry door not even locked. But the submissive fire Dante had ignited last night
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2026-03-30His Dirty Little Secret can't wait anymore.
Cassidy's POV The "stroll" was torture and tease: Mom leading with Victor, arm in arm, cooing over flowers like they were her latest social conquest, while Dante and I trailed behind, our steps synchronized in a facade of casual sibling distance. The garden looked deceptively innocent in the brigh
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2026-03-29His Dirty Little Secret Ride me.
Cassidy's POV The drive to the club was tense, crammed in the back of Victor's luxury SUV, Mom prattling about society gossip while Dante's pinky brushed mine on the seat between us, a secret link that kept the fire simmering. At the club, brunch unfolded on the sun-drenched terrace, overlooking m
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2026-03-29
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