All Chapters of Secrets of the Heart: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 3: Just friends 👄💦💦I stayed away from jogging that path for three full days.The first morning I laced my shoes, stepped onto the porch, and then turned right back around. I told myself the baby needed a rest day. The second morning I drove to the grocery store instead. The third morning I sat on the edge of the bed in my running clothes and stared at the floor until time passed.I couldn’t stop replaying the café scene in my head.The way Noah had smiled when he saw me through the glass. And the kiss—God, the kiss. It had lasted less than a second, just the warm press of his mouth against my cheek, but my skin still remembered the exact way it felt. Mark noticed I have been quiet these past three days.Tuesday evening he came up behind me at the kitchen counter while I washed lettuce and rested his hands on my belly the way he always did. “Are you feeling okay? You’ve been distant.”I kept my eyes on the running water. “Just tired. The baby’s been active.”He pressed

Chapter 5: Let's meet 🍆🍆🍆I got home later than usual, still feeling the ghost of Noah’s mouth on mine and replaying the scene of telling him not to follow me. The house was quiet. Mark’s car was gone, which meant he was still at the office.I dropped my keys on the counter and opened the fridge out of habit.That was when I noticed it.The lunch container I had packed for him the night before was still sitting on the shelf, untouched. The little note I had written was still stuck to the lid. He had forgotten it completely.I stood there for a moment with the fridge door open. I needed to make him something to eat. Because he couldn't just work till later in the evening without food.I closed the fridge door, and pulled out some ingredients. They were leftover roasted chicken, some greens, and a bit of the pasta salad I had made two nights ago. My hands moved automatically just like they always do. I prepared everything in thirty minutes, then packed everything into a clean co

Chapter 7: Tasting my ex💦💦💦🥵“Lose it,” I whispered.Noah’s control snapped immediately.His hands tightened on my hips and he pulled me down harder against the thick ridge of his cock, grinding me along the length of him through our clothes. A low, rough sound left his throat. I gasped at the sudden pressure from him and rolled my hips in response.“Ava,” he rasped, his voice strained. “Last chance to stop this.”I answered by reaching between us and popping the button of his jeans. Then his zipper followed. I wrapped my fingers around him through the soft cotton of his boxers and felt how hard he already was, how hot he was. Noah’s head fell back against the couch with a broken exhale.“Fuck…”I freed him completely. His cock sprang up thick and heavy, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I stroked him once, twice, spreading the pre-cum with my thumb, then lifted my dress and pushed my panties to the side. I was soaked, soaked to the point my panties were damp.I sank d

Chapter 2: Masturbation 🍆🍆🍆 Jake looked at the receptionist, then back at me. His expression was neutral, the same face he used when he was trying not to make something a bigger deal than it needed to be. “It’s fine,” he said. “We’ll take the room. It’s just one room. We’re best friends. It’s not going to be weird.” I nodded even though my stomach had already started doing slow, nervous flips. “Yeah. Just best friends. No big deal.” The receptionist looked relieved and started typing again. “Great. It’s suite 214. King bed, pull-out sofa, balcony. You’re all set.” She handed Jake the key cards. We picked up our bags and walked to the elevator in silence. By the time we reached the suite, it was nicer than I expected. It had wide windows and nice view just like the receptionist said. There was a small kitchen with a coffee maker and mini-fridge, a decent-sized bathroom with a glass shower, and one very large king bed that seemed to dominate the space the moment we walk

Screwed on the first date🍆🍆🍆My best friend had dragged me to a blind date for the hundredth time this month. But this particular guy was different. He wasn't ‘trying too hard’ like the rest.His name was Grant, and somehow he caught my attention.He set his menu down and looked at me over the candlelight. “So what do you actually do when you’re not being polite on first dates?”I raised an eyebrow. “Who says I’m being polite?”“You’ve smiled at every waiter and laughed at least twice at things that weren’t that funny. That’s polite.” His mouth curved. “I’m more interested in the version of you that isn’t trying so hard.”Heat rose low in my stomach. “And what version is that?”“The one that keeps looking at my mouth when she thinks I’m not noticing.”I didn’t look away. “You’re very direct.”“That saves time.” He lifted his wine glass. “What about you? Direct or polite?”“Depends on the company.”“And right now?”I took a slow sip of my own wine before answering. “Still deciding.