All Chapters of My Billionaire Boss’ Dirty Secret: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

On Saturday night, Bailey came around to get ready with Tess and I for our night out at Shennaigans. Up until now, I'd kept Charlie’s true identity a secret from them, embarrassed about the situation but I knew that if we saw him again at the bar tonight, they'd catch on. “I just can't believe that the guy we picked out for you just happened to be your boss,” Bailey laughs, as she lays on Tess’ bed, scrolling on her phone. “And Josh’s cousin,” Tess adds, making the two of them break out into fits of laughter. I'm glad they find my life so amusing. This is why I hadn't told them sooner. “Who's better in bed though?” Bailey asks, putting her phone down to give me her full attention. “Charlie,” I reply without any hesitation. “The sex was phenomenal with Charlie whereas with Josh it was just bland.”Even thinking about that night with Charlie makes my core clench. This past week has been so hard, being around him, knowing it will never happen again. “Why is it that when you sleep w

CharlieWhen she said she quit I acted on impulse because I was afraid I'd lose her. I could live to regret my decision but not having her in my life would destroy me. I was addicted, there was no doubting it anymore. Every time I'm around her I find myself needing more of a fix, never wanting to come down from the high. She's my drug of choice and no rehab could cure my habit. Her lips, wrapped around my dick, were glorious. It was the best fucking head I'd ever had, taking me to a powerful, new high that I thought I'd happily overdose on.A skill like that would have taken practice, there was no way that was her first time giving a blow job. The thought made me angry, not because she’d perfected her technique on Josh but more so that he'd never once gone down on her. I couldn't imagine dating this magnificent woman and not eating her out. Never tasting her nectar or flicking your tongue across her clit, making her scream your name. It would be like owning the ultimate toy that e

“I have sand all over me,” I complain, trying to get it off but it just seems to multiply. The sex was incredible but the aftermath, of trying to rid myself of sand that had found its way into every crevasse of my body, not so fun. “I’ll wash it off you in the shower,” Charlie promises, taking my hand in his as we make our way back towards his house. I stop to pick up my clothes and groan when I realise everything is covered in sand. There's no way I can just put anything back on while it's sandy. “Do you have a washing machine I can use too?” I ask him. “I do,” He says, taking my sandy clothing from me and carrying it with his own. We reach the gate and he punches in an access code, to get back into his yard. He holds the big, security gate open for me to walk through first. He opens a door at the side of the house, switches on a light, and leads me into what appears to be a large basement. The concrete floor is cool on my bare feet and the air feels damp. Along the walls are

Charlie’s mansion is huge, with an open floor plan downstairs and four spacious bedrooms upstairs, each one with an en-suite and every room styled to reflect Charlie’s love of the beach. There's a spectacular kitchen that overlooks the ocean below, a dining area with more seats than I have family members, a media room with a cinema-style popcorn maker and a massive screen, a main bathroom with a spa bath and a double shower, and an enclosed patio with a pool attached. All these rooms and I still had nowhere to hide when Gwendolyn came knocking on the door. I was terrified to meet her, knowing she was one of the most important people in Charlie’s life. Her opinion of me would weigh heavily with him. Charlie opened the door before Gwendolyn even knocked. From the moment she enters the house, it's as if a magnificent light is shining upon her, making her glow. I noticed the similarities between the twins straight away: both have the same black, silky hair, with Charlie’s tousled and

CharlieI was livid. She may have only been sharing lunch with Josh but in my mind she was naked and fucking him on the break room table. I realised then that I'd never escape him if I were with her, he'd always hold a piece of her that I'd never obtain. I stood in the doorway, watching her dig her fork into his food as if she were digging it deep into my heart. Then Josh has the audacity to ask if I want to join them, thinking I'd be happy sharing her with him. I wanted to pick him up and throw him out the window for just suggesting we share her. I wanted to run after her when she stormed out of the room. I wanted to bury myself deep within her and have her tell me that I was the only one she wanted.I didn't do any of that though. My pride had been wounded and I went back to my office to stew in my anger. I'd never experienced jealousy before, even when the woman I was with would purposely flirt with other men, just to try and draw this emotion out of me. I'd never cared about l