Semua Bab THE ALPHA'S SECRET BOY: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Right beside him stands Claire-the witch who then says in a very loud whisper, “Did you really think Bryan Anderson will give you the time of the day just because he had his limousine take you home on your first day?” She scoffs, “That’s how he literally treats all his staff on their first day.” Right. A lot has happened between him and Mr. Anderson since his first day though, especially Friday night, but now it seems a lifetime has already passed since then. Roy bites his lip hard to stop it from quivering, badly. Over his first week, everyone in the company’s Administration Department, 7th floor has heard Roy—their only social media handler and a most despised gay man—being called to the CEO’s office on his first day. And on Friday, someone saw him helped inside Bryan’s limousine by his chauffeur after office hours and told everyone. And Saturday, only he knew that Bryan Anderson has promised him—Roy Jordan, the wimpiest gay man in the world—to claim him. But right now, everyth

Some of the workers quickly masked their shock and began murmuring amongst themselves. When the murmurs became louder and more chaotic, Bryan knew it was because of their appearance, which spoke volumes of what had transpired earlier. This felt way too good, he won’t lie. No matter how small it is, walking into his truth with his mate in his arms. The thought caused an even wider grin on Bryan’s face. He had deliberately walked out with his shirt still unbuttoned, necktie lose, and Roy’s mark on his neck on blatant display.Quietly, Bryan took his time brushing back the hair falling over Roy’s brows, nuzzling his neck as he did so. When he pulled away, a collective gasp went through the group as he revealed his mark on Roy’s neck. Bryan bit his ear, making Roy yelp. He could feel Roy’s skin heating up in embarrassment and he nuzzled his neck even more, but only to hide his smile. He couldn’t remember the last time wanting to smile this often or at least not since---Bryan straigh

Bryan arched a brow before walking over casually to the side of the penthouse where the living room furniture was, “What do you mean?”His mother, Darnell Anderson, settled her trim and petite figure on a French chair, fingering the triple stand of knuckle-sized pearls around her neck with a slight smile on her ageless face, “Dear Bryan, your father had to mind-control your personal assistant to make her not inform you that we were present because you explicitly told her not to let anyone in and the contents on your desk are trashed.”His fingers tightened around the glass of grape juice he held but his voice was perfectly bland and gave nothing away as he said, “Did you?”In contrast to his mother’s small figure, Edric Anderson dominated the entire space. He stood behind his wife’s right shoulder, tall in a single-breasted black suit. He looked every inch the retired CEO and Alpha King of the Ortiz Kingdom.There was no doubt that Bryan had taken after his father.“Darnell. We aren’t

Hey Diary, Bryan is mad at me.When I see him furious, sometimes I have this ridiculous fantasy of Bryan tying me up and forcing himself on me. I imagine him binding my wrists and holding my arms over my head, thrusting into me from behind. I’d cry for him to stop, but all it does is just make him ram his c**k into me more and more. Is it so bad that I get all hard just thinking about it? Roy typed into the diary on his phone, his eyes distant. “Roy?” He flushed hard, hiding his phone as he wondered if Bryan had read his thoughts as usual. “Hmm?”“You know how Lycan hearing is really good, right?”“Uh huh.” He wondered attentively what Bryan was getting at. He was so nervous. Had he truly agreed to go home with Bryan? They were moving closer to the limousine now, and he felt like dragging his feet to delay the…inescapable? The unexpected? The anticipated?“Well, I can hear your heartbeat right now.”Roy’s jaw dropped open.Bryan regarded him with a solemn expression. “And it’s thump

And just like that, Bryan’s irritation at Roy died out. It was impossible to stay mad at him when Roy was just so – Roy. His hands slowly brushed off the bits of mac and cheese that managed to touch his shirt. The people around them were futilely trying to stifle their laughter.Roy wanted to die of embarrassment. He colored, recalling how he’d slammed into Bryan on his first day. Had he just spit out food on Bryan’s expensive clothing? “I’m sorry---” “It’s my fault,” Bryan said politely as he dragged the executive seat from another desk and placed it next to his. He could have sat on any of the plain armchairs across Roy’s desk, but Bryan being Bryan, he would rather not settle for anything less than the best unless it was entirely necessary.The fact that he was starting to understand how Bryan’s mind worked made Roy smile. It also made him hope that things were going to be better now and Bryan would stop giving him the cold shoulder.“Are you still angry?” He blurted out.Brya