All Chapters of Our Dirty Little Secret : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Dallas“I hate this job.”That’s what I would’ve said before they fired my ass from the job. Oh, and given all the talk about not finding the right job in New York-fucking-City.I needed this job. I was low on rent and had to pay my boyfriend back for last month. I know, I know… it’s that question of why I was even owing him money in the first place, but he’d covered a gig for his band last Friday.“Are you sure you don’t need me to at least book an Uber for you?” Sadie said.I shook my head and smiled. Sadie was nice—unlike the few hundred who sat behind this desk all day, pretending to bring money into this almost crumbling company.“I can manage. My boyfriend will come pick me up.”I gathered everything I needed, straightened my already crisp silk shirt, and waltzed out of the company. This job was my only lifeline, but I’d rather let them fire me than succumb to sucking off a 50-year-old exec to pay my bills.I waited for an hour, but there was still no sign of my boyfriend. No an

What was I expecting? That he wouldn't date anyone and wait for me? I didn't wait for anyone to say anything as I rushed inside, nudging Melissa to the side. Of course he isn't your prince charming, this isn't one of your Wattpad romance books, Dal.This is real fucking life.My blood boiled, not with anger, but jealousy. Yes, I was jealous of Melissa. She was perfect—probably too perfect, and I was just…me.And what was even shittier was that we were never a thing. We were never an item, but he and Melissa are. They are in a relationship. A real relationship I couldn't have.I sprinted up the stairs and into my room, slamming the door the moment I got in. The tears stung my eyes, begging to drop.I was just his experiment. I was just a thing for him to use and dump. Just a fuck toy. His little secret that he thought he could get past.I felt disgusted all over again—disgusted by even the thought of us together. Disappointed in myself that I still thought I had a chance. That he stil

DallasI've never actually admitted that I love sucking cock. I can lick it, go down on it, suck it.If sucking cock were a subject, I would get an A. If slobbering on dick were a job, I would excel.But there's just something about sucking Ryder Callahan's cock. It isn't just the thrill of having myself on my knees with my brother's best friend's dick in my mouth—no.Maybe just one time fucking him again. It's a bad decision, but who else would I do it with? Call me stupid, I definitely won't fight the allegations.But this is Ryder. My first fucking love. The man who ruined me. The man that I…His groans slowly became audible, like music to my ears. His hands slid to my hair, tugging at my band as he pulled it off, my hair falling straight into my face.I pulled my face away, removed the strands of hair entering my mouth, and looked straight at him. He had an expression that looked like he was about to come right away.I spat on it, rubbing it along his length.“Fuck.” He placed a h

I stared at him, wondering if I had misheard him. “Are you high?” I asked, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “Think about it,” he drawled, taking a step closer. My eyes widened. “I would never hurt you. But if you pick some random guy, he definitely won’t make you cum the way I would.” He winked, smirk pulling at his lips. His hand brushed my waist, pulling me in just enough to feel the heat rolling off him. I exhaled slowly and shook my head, reaching down to tug his hand off my waist. “You’re my brother’s best friend, and we have history.” “Exactly,” he murmured, voice dropping low and warm as he leaned in closer, refusing to let the space between us grow. “A little trust goes a long way, baby. You know I’d never hurt you or screw this up. Give me one chance tonight. Let me make you feel real good.” His grin turned wicked. “I promise you’ll leave here with at least three orgasms and a smile you can’t wipe off.” I looked at him and bit my lip. He was so painfull

DALLAS My heart hammered against my ribs as I crept through the back door of the house. The cold tile bit into my bare feet as I walked into my room. I couldn’t get my shoes back. They had fallen off when I was kicking on Ryder’s shoulder. The second I heard my brother’s voice, memories of us doing this same hide and seek behind his back slammed into my head. I couldn’t think of anything except the betrayal he would feel if he saw me naked in his best friend’s bed. I knew I had to get out of there fast. I shut my bedroom door and leaned against it. My whole body was still trembling. Ryder’s jacket hung heavy on my shoulders carrying his scent. I pulled it tighter around me, stupidly breathing him in even as guilt twisted deep in my gut. What the hell did I just do? One night. That was all it was supposed to be. I was not supposed to be fucking my brother’s best friend. I slid down the door until I hit the floor, knees drawn up to my chest. My thighs were sticky. My neck stung w