All Chapters of His Dirty Little Secret : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Dante’s POV Evelyn waited, as I knew she would.The boardroom door clicked shut behind the last departing executive, sealing us in a silence that felt heavier than the polished mahogany table between us. I didn't acknowledge her immediately, letting the quiet stretch like a taut wire, my eyes fixed on the tablet screen where charts and projections glowed in sterile blue light. The air hummed with the low drone of the ventilation system, carrying the faint remnants of coffee and cologne from the meeting, but beneath it all was her—jasmine and something sharper, ambition distilled into scent. Five years, and it still hit like a phantom limb, a reminder of nights tangled in sheets and strategies, of promises broken before they could fully form.She didn't move at first, just stood there at the edge of the table, her presence a gravitational pull I refused to orbit. But I could feel her eyes on me, that piercing green gaze that had once disarmed me in negotiations and bedrooms alike. Fin

Dante’s POV Pasta. Normalcy. Home. The words echoed in my mind like a lifeline, pulling me back from the precipice the day had dragged me to. I pocketed the phone with a faint smile, the glow of Cassidy's message cutting through the lingering haze of tension that clung to the boardroom air. The city skyline outside the windows had shifted from midday glare to the soft amber of late afternoon, shadows lengthening like fingers reaching for the horizon. I gathered my things methodically—tablet into briefcase, notes folded with crisp precision—rebuilding the armor the meeting had momentarily dented. The day's surprises still rang in my ears, but they felt distant now, echoes from a vault I intended to keep sealed. I'd meant what I said in my resolve: focus on the future, on us.As I straightened my tie in the reflective glass, the door buzzed softly—Mara, my ever-efficient sentinel, poking her head in. "Mr. Ashford? The Forbes prep is ready—talking points emailed. Also, the auditor left

Dante's POV "Yes... God, yes," she replied, legs wrapping tighter around me, heels digging into my back. With a shared groan, I sank into her—slow at first, inch by inch, the heat and tightness enveloping me like a velvet glove, homecoming in the most primal sense. She stretched around me, a perfect fit, her nails digging into my shoulders as she adjusted, a soft moan escaping.We moved together, rhythm building from tender to urgent, her nails digging into my shoulders, my hands gripping her hips as I drove deeper, each thrust a punctuation to unspoken vows—harder, faster, the angle shifting to hit deeper, her cries spurring me on. Sweat slicked our skin, breaths mingling in gasps and moans, the couch protesting with every shift, springs creaking in protest. She met me thrust for thrust, legs locked around me, her inner walls clenching in that rhythmic way that always pushed me to the edge, milking me with every withdrawal and plunge. "Harder," she demanded, voice breaking, head th

Dante's POV I watched her go, adjusting myself discreetly with a shake of my head, then poured refills into travel mugs, my mind shifting back to logistics. A quick text to Mara: "Any hits on the email sender?" Her reply buzzed in almost immediately: "Encrypted layers peeling back—looks like a VPN hopscotch, but metadata on the photo points to a pro setup, likely a hired eye. Upping surveillance; tail's in position at campus." Good—proactive, no stone unturned. I wouldn't let anonymous shadows touch Cassidy; she'd been through enough rebuilding her trust after her past. By the time she came back down—dressed in form-fitting jeans that hugged her curves just right, a cozy oversized sweater that screamed autumn comfort, and her hair tied back in a loose ponytail—she looked every bit the focused, brilliant student I admired. Her backpack was slung over one shoulder, laptop peeking out, and she grabbed her travel mug with a grateful smile. "Ready, chauffeur? Or are you still daydreaming

Dante’s POV I stepped inside the room and the door closed behind me with a soft, final click that reverberated like the sealing of a tomb. The sound hung in the air, heavy and irrevocable, marking the end of something I'd long tried to bury. The interrogation room was a stark, unforgiving space—concrete walls painted a dull institutional gray, scuffed from years of confrontations, the air thick with the faint metallic tang of fear and desperation. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like angry insects, casting harsh, unflattering shadows that hollowed out Evelyn's cheeks and accentuated the dark circles under her eyes. A single metal table dominated the center, bolted securely to the floor to prevent any dramatic flips in heated moments, and she sat chained to it, her wrists cuffed to a ring embedded in the surface. The chain links gleamed coldly under the lights, a stark contrast to the disheveled woman they restrained.Evelyn flinched despite herself, her body jerking slightly as i