All Chapters of The Billionaire's Kept Secret : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Eve Peron’s POV“Oooooh… I want a fuck…” I groaned quietly to myself, my hands stroking my breasts through my silk shirt.I felt my nipples harden as the fabric brushed over them. A delicious warmth pooled between my legs.What I would give for a hot tongue to spread me open, to lick and suck me until this yearning was satisfied. I’d tried the vibrator I’d affectionately named " the big shoe," but apparently, it hadn’t done a perfect job.My cunt was already dripping at the thought of it inside me. I remembered myself moaning at the top of my lungs in my penthouse's bedroom as it hit my G-spot, making me come loud and hard.I cleared my throat and sighed, shaking away the memory.Mondays were never my favorite days especially when I had to start the day with a soaking wet cunt under my short skirt.From the elevator window, the city looked like chaos in motion. Everyone was rushing somewhere. I sighed. Like everyone else, I had too much on my plate. First and foremost, I had a meeti

Eve Peron's POV “What the fuck?” I say as I arrive at the Peron Estate.The Peron Estate is quiet—too quiet. Guards flank the grand doors, their eyes lowered respectfully, nodding in recognition as I drive in and park in my designated area.The car park is filled with cars I recognize. The members of the CRADS Council of the Westside are present.“Wow… what’s going on?” I say aloud.I feel my phone vibrate. I check the screen and see Catherine’s name flashing—she’s requesting a video call.I’m surprised she’s calling me. After her outburst before I left the office, I thought I would be needing a new personal assistant, and such a lovely one at that.My face colors red as I remember her mouth on my cunt, eating it. My cunt throbs as if it has a heart of its own as I recall the way she licked and sucked me.Sincerely, it was the best sex I’d had in a long time. Dowell was boring in bed. He wasn’t adventurous. He felt sex was best done on the mattress in the bedroom. We never had quicki

Ronan Klein's POV My room reeked of sex and wine.I opened my eyes and feel the full glow of the sun on my face as it peeps in through the windows of my penthouse. I feel a soft groan besides me. My hands roam and they touch something hair. I stroke it and I feel it open. I lift my head and see voluptuous burnette on my bed. By her side is another. This one curvy and heavy, her breast large and her dark skin a delight to stare at. Her short cropped hair is tainted gold and she looks gorgeous with her lips slightly open as she sleeps. I notice we are all naked. I see stains on their hips and ass and I know it must have been one hell of a night. I take my dick in my hand and stroke until it's hard and erect. I want to stick it up a pussy and I chose choosing the dark skinned one. I grab her from put my fingers inside. Wow...she is hot and tight. My dick strain. It wants to be buried in her folds. It wants to dig into her like a drill until she screams for mercy. She stirs and

Eve Peron's POV “Tell me it isn’t true.” Dowell said as I took my seat. The words struck me the moment I stepped through the doors of La Flamme. He didn't greet me in his usual loving way with smiles and warmth.His voice was low, barely holding itself together. I have never see him looking so hurt. I hated to see him this way. He looked terribly unhappy. I sighed and forced myself to speak, " Dowell...." I begin. “Eve......” He cut me off, leaning closer. " Tell me they are not trying to break down what we have." His eyes burned into mine. And oh, saints, how they made my chest ache.People were watching. They always watched us. We made a great image. The Heiress and the handsome heir of the McDougal conglomerate. The perfect and very dangerous couple.I whisper “Not here.”He didn’t move. “Say it.”I tension between us was tight as a wire.The waiter approached, but Dowell’s voice was a quiet blade: “Not now.”The waiter disappeared with apologies. My phone vibrated t

Catherine Hart’s POVI was sitting at my desk, reviewing the final annexures for a merger that would see Peron Industries swallow half of Klein Ventures....a task I normally relished.But my focus today was scattered by a single, perfectly filtered photo on my phone.It had appeared on a restricted social feed belonging to Eve’s PR team. It wasn’t an official corporate portrait. It was a professional shot of Eve Peron sitting in a restaurant chair, Ronan Klein’s mouth on her earlobe, sucking it.He was the enemy. Everything I hated and more.....arrogant, untouchable, the living embodiment of the old-money and power, a structure I was dedicated to dismantling. I wanted to destroy them all for what they had done to me and Nana. But that time would come.What kept me still now was simple: he was my lover’s fiancé.I don't know why but the photo punched me in the gut. It wasn't because of Ronan....I couldn’t care less about his icy claim to Eve. That was none of my business.It was Ev