Librairie
Rechercher
Accueil / Romance / The Double Life of My Hot Secretary / 181: Text messages

Partager

181: Text messages

Auteur: Faith Odulesi
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-16 15:29:18

I stopped just outside the gym doors and bent down to grab my bag. The torn sports bra from earlier was still stuffed inside. I pulled it out and held it up between us.

“Can you stop ripping these clothes that are really important to me?” I said. I raked my fingers through my now messy ponytail and looked at Adam with my eyebrows pulled together.

He glanced at the ripped fabric then back at my face. His jaw clenched once. He didn’t say sorry. He just pulled his phone out, typed something quick,
Continuez à lire ce livre gratuitement
Scanner le code pour télécharger l'application
Previous Chapter Next Chapter
Chapitre verrouillé

Dernier chapitre

  • The Double Life of My Hot Secretary   210: Slut

    I woke up with my head pounding and the sheets stuck to my legs. Adam was still next to me, one arm thrown over my waist. For a second I just stared at the ceiling trying to remember how we even got here. Then it all slammed into me at once. The club, the stage and everything that happened after.Oh my God.I sat up so fast the room tilted. My stomach turned. I shoved his arm off me and scrambled out of the bed, almost falling when my feet hit the floor. I grabbed the first thing I saw which was his shirt and yanked it over my head. My hands were already shaking while I looked around for my dress.Adam pushed himself up on one elbow. His hair was a mess and his voice came out rough, “Eve?”I didn’t look at him. I kept searching the floor like the dress was going to magically fix everything, “I need to go.”He sat up fully now. “What are you talking about?”I found the black dress in a heap near the window and snatched it up. My fingers wouldn’t stop trembling while I tried to turn

  • The Double Life of My Hot Secretary   209: Ooh

    Adam didn’t put me down once. He walked straight out of that club with me still over his shoulder, dress bunched up around my waist, one tit hanging out, and my ass bare under the street lights. People on the sidewalk stared. Someone whistled. I didn’t care.My head was spinning and every step bounced me against him in a way that made my stomach flip.He didn’t say a word the whole walk back to the hotel. His hand stayed locked on the back of my thigh, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks.When we got to the elevator he still didn’t put me down. Only when the door to his room slammed shut did he finally throw me onto the bed.I bounced once and pushed up on my elbows. Adam stood over me, chest rising fast, jaw so tight I could see the muscle jump.“What the fuck was that, Eve?” His voice came out low and rough. “You just fingered yourself on a stage in front of a whole room. Anyone could’ve filmed that. You know how easy it is for that shit to get out. You’ve ruined--”I sat

  • The Double Life of My Hot Secretary   208: Like mother, like daughter

    Priya kept hold of my hand and pulled me deeper into the main room. Red lights washed over everything, couches lined the walls with people already tangled up. A woman on her knees between a man’s legs. Another pair grinding slow against a pillar. Nobody looked twice at us. The air smelled like perfume and sweat.A waitress in black lace stopped in front of us with a tray of dark shots. Priya took two without asking and handed me one.“Drink.”She furrowed her brows at me, "this isn't some type of test from HR or something, is it? Because, I swear if it is, and I get fired for getting my boss drunk, I'll haunt you down."I chuckled at her and shook my head.I gulped the shot down and the liquid burned going down. I coughed once and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Priya was already grabbing two more. We did those too. Then another round. My head started feeling lighter. The music thumped harder under my feet. I raked my fingers through my hair and laughed at nothing.Priya

  • The Double Life of My Hot Secretary   207,: Priya is here

    “How the fuck did you get in here?”I didn’t move from the railing. My fingers stayed locked around the metal, knuckles white. Adam stood in the doorway still, one hand on the frame, the other loose at his side. His eyes stayed on my face.Was I hallucinating?“Door was open,” he said.“Bullshit.”“It was. I walked past and heard raised voices so I stepped in," he pointed over his shoulder , "my room is just across from yours."I didn't know how to feel. Hearing his voice after so long felt so foreign but it also reminded me of how much rage I had growing inside of me right now.I pushed off the railing and pointed past him toward the hotel corridor. “You had absolutely no right to step into my room, uncalled for."My jaw clenched so hard it hurt. He didn’t answer, he just watched me and that gave me the time to stare at him being so up close. He was dressed in his suit still and smelled like musk, like he was heading out.I didn't care that he looked good, I didn't want to give my

  • The Double Life of My Hot Secretary   206: Tease

    I didn’t even change after the meeting. I grabbed my bag and walked straight out of the hotel into the first club that had a line. Music hit me the second the door opened, bass so loud it sat in my chest, lights flashing blue and red across sweaty bodies. I pushed through the crowd until I found an empty spot near the middle of the floor and just stood there for a second.Some guy turned around. He was tall and wearing a dark shirt open at the collar. He looked at me once and stepped closer without saying anything. I didn’t wait, I turned my back to him and pushed my ass right against the front of his jeans. His hands landed on my hips straight away. I rolled into him harder, grinding slow at first then faster, matching the beat. His fingers slid up under my top and gripped the bare skin of my waist. I reached back and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his head down so his mouth was right by my ear.“You always this forward?” he said, voice rough over the music.I turned i

  • The Double Life of My Hot Secretary   205: Reunion

    I looked away from Adam before my face could betray me and tapped the next slide.“As you can see, the revised terms protect both sides,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady.My fingers were freezing against the tablet. I could feel his eyes on me, but I refused to look back.I had never thought about this part.Running into him in hotels. Meetings. Airports. Sitting across from him while pretending he had not once known every inch of me.Someone asked a question, and I answered it without stumbling. Somehow.By the time the meeting ended, everyone was smiling and shaking hands. Priya squeezed my arm as we packed up.“You smashed that.”“I know,” I said, because if I opened my mouth too much, I might scream.Adam stood near the door speaking to one of the Bellandi directors. He looked exactly the same. Better, actually, which was rude.His suit fit him perfectly. His hair was pushed back, and his face looked calm. Completely fine.I hated him for that.I had moved on. I had. But I

  • The Double Life of My Hot Secretary   48: Game on, motherfuckers

    His hand was still clamped over my mouth when I shoved at his chest. He removed it slowly but didn’t step back. “Why are you here with Gal?” he demanded. I swallowed, keeping my chin up even though my heart was slamming against my ribs, “that’s none of your business.” His jaw flexed, “it

  • The Double Life of My Hot Secretary   6: Shaking ass is a talent

    “Excuse you?” I said, eyes wide, phone pressed to my ear like I didn’t just hear what I thought I heard. Alan’s voice didn’t even flinch. “You heard me.” “Why the fuck would I do that?” I snapped, sitting up straight on my bed, heart racing. “You said you wanted your life back,” he said, vo

  • The Double Life of My Hot Secretary   5: Latest by Tomorrow

    I headed downstairs, arms folded tight across my chest. My mouth was dry, my heart still thumping from what I saw. Or thought I saw. Frank’s disaster from earlier was thankfully gone from the living room. Couch was empty. Lights were dimmed. I let out a slow breath, half-expecting to find Alan

  • The Double Life of My Hot Secretary   4: St-stalker?

    My first instinct was to push him off but he grabbed my wrist before I could slip away, dragging me down so fast I landed on top of him, my tits pressed against his chest. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I snapped, struggling to pull back. He stared at me like I just committed a crime. Hi

Plus de chapitres

Vous vous intéresseriez aussi à

Découvrez et lisez de bons romans gratuitement
Accédez gratuitement à un grand nombre de bons romans sur GoodNovel. Téléchargez les livres que vous aimez et lisez où et quand vous voulez.
Lisez des livres gratuitement sur l'APP
Scanner le code pour lire sur l'application
DMCA.com Protection Status