All Chapters of His Dirty Little Secret : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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You missed a spot.

Cassidy’s POV The last bite of tiramisu melted on my tongue, creamy and sweet, with a hint of coffee that lingered like a promise of more indulgence. Dante watched me with that lazy, satisfied smile, his arm draped possessively over my shoulders, pulling me closer into the curve of his body. The robe—his robe—slipped a little off one shoulder, exposing the swell of my breast, but I didn’t bother fixing it. Let him look. Hell, let him touch. The city outside the windows had quieted to a soft hum, the lights twinkling like distant fireflies, and for the first time all day, the weight of our earlier fight felt truly lifted. No more shadows of Ethan’s confession or Dante’s jealousy hanging over us—just this cocoon of warmth, wine, and the lingering throb between my thighs from our marathon sessions.“You missed a spot,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble as he leaned in, his thumb swiping a stray bit of cream from the corner of my mouth. Before I could respond, he brought it to his lips

How could you do this to our family?

Cassidy’s POV Sleep didn’t take me all at once.It came in soft waves—drowsy, heavy, wrapped in warmth and the steady rise and fall of Dante’s chest beneath my cheek. His arm was draped over me, protective without being possessive, fingers idly tracing slow patterns along my back as if his body hadn’t quite realized we were done for the night. The faint scent of his cologne—woody, with a hint of spice—mingled with the musky aftermath of our passion, clinging to the sheets like a secret we couldn’t wash away. The room was dim, illuminated only by the faint glow of the city lights seeping through the cracks in the heavy velvet curtains, casting long shadows across the king-sized bed that had borne witness to our unraveling.The city outside was dark now, distant and muffled, like the world had agreed to leave us alone. High above the streets in this penthouse perch, it felt like we were suspended in time, untouchable. But I knew better. Reality had a way of clawing back in, no matter h

Just… complicated.

Cassidy’s POV The hallway felt colder than the penthouse ever had, a stark contrast to the cocoon of warmth I'd just left behind. The elevator doors slid shut with a soft, almost apologetic ding, sealing off the sanctuary where Dante and I had spent the night unraveling each other—not just physically, but emotionally, layer by vulnerable layer. As the car descended smoothly through the floors, each passing level felt like shedding a skin: the intimacy of his arms around me fading into the harsh fluorescence of the lobby lights, the silk sheets replaced by the unyielding marble under my feet. My body still hummed with the remnants of our connection—the faint ache between my thighs, the tender spots where his fingers had dug in during those heated moments of reconciliation—but my mind was already shifting gears, bracing for the real world.By the time the doors opened onto the lobby, my spine was straight, my face composed into the mask of normalcy I wore so well. The doorman nodded po

Going all alpha male

Cassidy's POV By the time I reached campus, the familiar ivy-covered buildings and manicured lawns felt surreal, like I’d stepped into a parallel life I’d temporarily abandoned and wasn’t quite sure how to re-enter fully. Students milled about in clusters, laughter floating through the air like confetti—conversations about weekend parties, upcoming exams, crushes that seemed so trivial now. A group of freshmen giggled over some TikTok drama, oblivious to the real storm brewing in my world. I envied them for a moment, their uncomplicated chaos. I spotted Ethan before he spotted me, and the sight stopped me in my tracks. He was sitting on the edge of the fountain in the quad, backpack slung at his feet, a takeaway coffee cup clutched in his hands—the same kind he’d tried to hand me yesterday before everything exploded. His shoulders were hunched slightly, his usual easy smile absent. He looked tired, worn around the edges, like someone who hadn’t slept well after a public humiliation.

Messy like your life?

Cassidy’s POV The rest of the day unfolded with deceptive normalcy, a fragile veneer over the churning undercurrents of my life. After my tense but ultimately relieving conversation with Ethan in the quad, I threw myself into the rhythm of campus—lectures that blurred together in a haze of economic models scribbled on whiteboards, half-listened discussions about fiscal policies and market trends, the rhythmic scrape of pens against notebooks echoing like a metronome. My mind kept drifting elsewhere, pulled inexorably back to Dante. Every vibration of my phone in my pocket made my heart stutter, even when it turned out to be nothing more than a class reminder or a spam email. I caught myself smiling at nothing more than a fleeting memory: his hand at the small of my back as we’d said goodbye that morning, steady and reassuring; his voice low and certain when he’d texted about tonight, a single word that carried the weight of promises unspoken.By midday, the campus felt tighter, more

I’ve got you, Cass. Breathe.

Cassidy’s POV Cassidy. This is Vanessa (though you know that). Your stepfather and I are finalizing our return earlier than planned. We’ll be home in two weeks. Excited to see you—family dinner first night back? We need to talk when you have a moment. The words blurred on the screen for a moment, my vision swimming as if the library floor had tilted beneath me, sending the world into a dizzying spin. I blinked hard, forcing my eyes to focus, but the message from Mom—Vanessa, as she'd signed it, like we were distant acquaintances rather than mother and daughter—stared back at me, unyielding and accusatory. Two weeks. Not nineteen days. Not the almost three weeks we'd clung to like a lifeline, a buffer to breathe, to plan, to pretend we had some semblance of control over the ticking clock that had been looming over us since our parents left for their European escape. Fourteen days. That's all we had now before Evelyn and Victor Ashford swept back into the city, bringing with them t

Choose family or us?

Cassidy’s POV “Okay,” he said calmly, though tension thrummed beneath his composure like a coiled spring. “Then we adapt. We don’t panic—we pivot. Tell me everything she said.” I pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his eyes, my face streaked with tears. His expression was a mask of controlled intensity, but the worry etched in his brow, the way his thumb gently wiped at my cheeks, betrayed the depth of his concern. “It was vague—but that’s what scares me. ‘Finalizing our return earlier than planned. We’ll be home in two weeks. Excited to see you—family dinner first night back? We need to talk when you have a moment.’ It’s not just catching up, Dante. Mom doesn’t say ‘we need to talk’ unless it’s serious. What if someone saw us? Or Victor’s noticed your absences? I can’t… I can’t lose you.” The last words broke on a sob, fresh tears spilling over. “Not after everything. Not when this feels like the only thing that’s real.” Dante’s eyes darkened with a fierce protectiveness,

You're shaking.

Cassidy’s POVFor the first few blocks, neither of us spoke. The city unfolded around us like a living painting in hyperdrive: golden streetlights bleeding into the deepening twilight, their pools of light fracturing on rain-slicked streets; neon signs from late-night cafes flickering to life in electric blues and pinks, promising greasy comfort to exhausted night owls; the distant honk of taxis slicing through the evening hush like impatient screams. Reflections danced across the windshield—headlights streaking like comets, the occasional flash of a billboard advertising some obscenely expensive luxury watch Dante probably already owned three of, tucked away in that walk-in safe he called a closet. The wipers swished lazily now and then, batting away the first tentative drops of rain that had been threatening all evening.I stared straight ahead, my hands folded tightly in my lap, fingers twisting the hem of my soft gray sweater until the wool frayed slightly under my nails. My thoug

Dangerous habit.

Cassidy’s POV His words settled over me slowly, not like a sudden revelation, but like something warm poured into the cracks I’d been pretending didn’t exist. Safe harbor. The phrase echoed, expanding in my chest until it ached. No one had ever framed love that way for me before. With my mother, affection had always been transactional—bestowed when I complied, withdrawn when I strayed. Approval wrapped in silk but sharpened with conditions. With my stepfather, it had been quieter, colder. A nod across a dinner table. A check signed with expectations attached. Safety, to them, had never been something I could rest in. It was something I had to earn, again and again, by becoming smaller, quieter, more palatable. With Dante, it felt… chosen. Not because I behaved. Not because I fit a mold. But because he saw me—fractured edges and all—and stepped closer instead of away. I turned my head slightly, the city blurring past the rain-streaked window, but my focus was on him. On the way t

Big bad CEO toting his girlfriend like a sack of groceries.

Cassidy’s POV Dante was the first to move, as always—decisive, unhesitating, like the world bent to his rhythm. The seatbelt clicked free with a soft, definitive *snap*, unnervingly loud in the sudden hush of the garage after the engine’s dying purr. He stepped out of the Audi, the driver’s door shutting behind him with a muted *thud* that echoed faintly off the vast concrete walls, rippling through the cavernous space like a whisper in a cathedral. For a second, I just watched him through the rain-flecked windshield—the way he straightened his navy wool jacket with a casual tug, rolling his broad shoulders once like he was shedding the weight of the drive, the emotional minefield of campus, my mother’s looming shadow. Streetlights from above filtered down in hazy shafts, gilding his dark hair, casting long shadows across the polished floor where puddles from earlier cars gleamed like spilled mercury. Then my door opened with a hydraulic sigh, cool air rushing in like a sigh from t

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