All Chapters of HIS SECRET DESIRE (MxM): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Victor's POV"I kept a dedicated notebook for this, the kind with a plain black cover that looked professional enough to carry around the office without raising questions, and inside I'd started documenting everything I noticed about Christopher Hall's increasingly suspicious behavior.Monday morning I arrived early and positioned myself near the executive elevator bank with my laptop open like I was catching up on emails, watching as Christopher stepped off at seven forty-five looking more relaxed than I'd ever seen him despite the early hour. He was humming something under his breath, actually humming, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a smile when he checked his phone before disappearing into his office.I made a note of the time and the expression, small details that painted a picture of someone who had something good happening in his personal life, something that made waking up at dawn worth it.Tuesday he left at five thirty exactly like clockwork and I watched from the com

"Christopher POV"Sophie was in the living room when I got home, still in the dress she'd worn to whatever charity event had filled her afternoon. The fertility intake forms sat on the coffee table between us like an accusation.She'd already poured two glasses of wine, which meant she wanted to talk. We need to discuss this appointment.I sat down across from her, the distance we always kept even in our own home. I know, my father overstepped and I'm sorry you got dragged into this.Christopher, we've been married ten years. She took a sip of wine. Don't you think it's time we were honest with each other?Honest about what?About the fact that neither of us wants children. Her eyes met mine, steady and certain. At least, I don't and I'm fairly sure you don't either.I stared at her, processing. You don't want children?Never have. She set down her glass. When I was younger I thought maybe I would eventually, that it was something that would happen naturally once I was married.But th

Robin's POVThe maintenance work at Golden Anchor Homes was routine, just touch-ups in the conference rooms on the eighth floor where some furniture had been moved around and left scuff marks on the walls. I'd been doing regular work for the company for months now, part of the ongoing contract that kept me coming back every few weeks.I finished around four in the afternoon, packing up my supplies and checking the walls one last time to make sure everything was clean and even. Professional and precise, exactly the standard I'd always maintained here.My phone buzzed with a text from Christopher asking if I was still coming over tonight and I typed back yes even though part of me wanted to cancel, wanted to avoid the conversation we both knew was coming about how much longer I could wait for him to actually leave Sophie.But I missed him, missed the way he looked at me like I was the only person in the room, missed feeling like maybe I mattered to someone who wasn't obligated to care a

Robin's POVChristopher finally found his voice, stepping toward me with his hands outstretched like he wanted to reach for me but wasn't sure if he was allowed. Robin, please, you have to understand that you're the only real thing in my life, everything else is just performance and obligation.I stood there by the door, trying to process his words against everything I'd heard earlier. The only real thing, he'd said it with such conviction, but how was I supposed to believe that when he was scheduling fertility appointments with his wife?Then why does it feel like I'm the one living in the fantasy? My voice came out tired, all the anger draining into defeat. You have a whole life with Sophie, a marriage, an apartment, now fertility treatments, and I have what? A few hours a week in this cabin?That's not fair, you know it's more than that. He moved closer and I could see the pain in his eyes, genuine pain that made part of me want to forget everything and just hold him.Is it though?

Robin's POVDinner with Kelly was easy, almost too easy, the kind of conversation that flowed without effort and made me forget about the mess waiting at home. We talked about everything and nothing, laughing over shared stories, and for the first time in days I felt like I could breathe.After dinner we walked along the waterfront, city lights reflecting off the water while Kelly told me about her nonprofit expansion plans. She was passionate and genuine and completely uncomplicated in a way that felt like relief.This has been really nice, she said as we stopped near a bench. I'm glad I took the chance and called you.Me too, I needed this more than I realized.She turned to face me, her expression soft. Robin, I know you said things were complicated with someone, but I have to be honest with you.Before I could process what was happening she leaned in and kissed me, her lips soft and tentative, and for a split second I froze because this wasn't what I'd expected.I pulled back gent