All Chapters of Our Dirty Little Secret : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Watch your tone.” Dad snapped at him. He sat upright and shook his head. “No, Dad, you need to watch your tone. I’m done watching you guys treat Dallas like she’s an unwanted pest! She’s my sister, and after losing one, I won’t let you send her away from our lives!” My eyes widened at his words. Mom scoffed and swatted his words away. “We’re not petty or ignoring her.” “Then, look at her.” He seethed coldly. No one spoke for a minute. My parents looked at each other and refused to look at me. It was exactly as I expected. I knew they couldn’t stand to look in my face, and truly, I didn’t blame them. How could I? How could they look me in the eyes? As much as I understood, it still hurt. The pain spread through my shoulders, and I bit my lips hard enough to bleed. “Exactly.” He shook his head in disappointment. “You don’t get to talk about her as if she’s not right in front of you. You don’t get to blame her for leaving home when you drove her away, and you don’t fucking dare

CHAPTER TWELVE

For a second, time slowed. “I know that makes me sound like a horrible mother,” Mom kept talking, completely unaware I was standing right outside the door. “But it is the truth, darling. Look at what she has become. She went to New York, only to come back empty-handed. No groundbreaking job, no boyfriend or husband, no child, no achievement, just … absolute nothing. All she has done is wander across the world, spend our money, and the trust we kept aside for both of them. She has spent it all, doing nothing but drinking away her life, buying expensive shoes and getting fat! How is that fair? How did we end up with her when we could have had –” She stopped talking abruptly, opened the door, and gasped when she saw me. I exhaled slowly, flooded by an onslaught of emotions. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even know how to feel. My ears were ringing, and my lungs felt filled with sand. I couldn’t breathe. The air thickened, and my entire body trembled. “D … Dallas, honey, you we

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I had started my shift yesterday and was already working both morning and evening with Hazel. I had nothing to do in between and preferred to hang out here. I had no intention of going home, at least not until it was past two in the morning. This place already felt more like home than my actual house did. “Look at you, settling in nicely,” Hazel said as she tossed a towel at my chest. I caught it and forced a grin. “I know, right?” It was easy for me to switch to my party-girl persona. It kept me afloat. Now, I was surrounded by booze, but the downsides were that I couldn’t drink on the job or flirt. Total bummer. “You’re doing good for your second day,” she added, smiling. “Customers are like sharks. They smell fear. But you? You don’t give them anything to feed on.” I answered with a smile. If only she knew the truth. “As long as we’re not counting the three glasses I dropped in ten minutes,” I reminded her. “Definitely not counting that.” She laughed. “New girl discount, but

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

RYDER “If we secure the second permit window, Crawford Tech can fast-track the waterfront expansion without pushing into litigation territory. The city will bend if we apply pressure through the right investors.” I should have been focusing, but I wasn’t here for business. I hadn’t heard from Dally in two days and it was driving me fucking crazy. So when Jax mentioned she got a new job here and said he was heading over, I tagged along. Now I wished I hadn’t. “Are you with me, Ryder?” Jax sighed. “Yeah, yeah,” I nodded quickly. “They’ll delay it anyway.” “Which is why we don’t give them room to.” He kept talking while I pretended to listen. Dally moved from table to table. I watched her pour drinks with a towel slung over her shoulder, and her hair was undone, but her skin glowed under the bar light. That uniform was too fucking short. I hated that I wasn’t the only one seeing it. It hugged every curve and made my blood run hot every time she bent over. Every man here watched h

Chapter Fifteen

I ignored Melissa’s text and returned to the bedroom with a blanket for Dally. She barely stirred as I pulled it over. She sighed softly and curled deeper into the mattress. My chest tightened painfully. She always looked different whenever she’s asleep, softer and younger, as if the world hadn’t clawed out pieces of her. A strand of hair fell across her face, and I reached out and brushed it aside. I bent and pulled off her shoes. Soon, she’d have a collection here, and I looked forward to it. Her lips parted slightly in her sleep, and my mind betrayed me immediately. I thought about her lips wrapped around my cock, how she moaned my name into the pillows, how she melted against me, and asked for more. I stepped back because she was very dangerous. She made me reckless in ways nothing else had. My phone buzzed again, and I ignored it. Another buzz came in immediately. Another text from her – Pick up the fucking phone. I stepped out and shut the door behind me. I wasn’t ready to

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

DALLAS I woke up confused. For one horrible second, I didn’t know where I was. Then memory slammed into me all at once. I remembered the bar. I remembered Ryder waiting for my shift to be over, and I remembered falling asleep in his car. Crap. I sat up too fast and instantly regretted it when my head pounded. My curls were a disaster around my face, and my makeup from yesterday was probably smeared halfway to hell. I was still so exhausted, and I would have been panicking if I had the morning shift. I glanced at the wall clock and saw that I still had two hours left to get to work. I climbed out of bed quietly and smoothed down my clothes. My feet padded softly against the hardwood floor as I cracked the bedroom door open. The smell hit me first. My stomach grumbled hungrily. I walked carefully down the staircase and found Ryder in the kitchen. My heart raced immediately. He stood near the counter in grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt. The sleeves were pushed up his forearms

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Hazel leaned against the counter beside me, popping her gum with a loud, playful snap. Her hip cocked to one side, eyes dancing with knowing amusement as she studied me. “You’re staring at your phone as if it insulted you.” I looked up from behind the bar and shot her a sharp glare, jaw tightening. “I’m not staring.” “You are.” She blew a quick bubble, letting it pop right in my face, her grin widening like she was enjoying this way too much. I sighed dramatically, shoving my phone deep into my apron pocket with more force than necessary. I had three unread texts from Ryder and one missed call. I had ignored all of them. It had been two days since I left his house that morning after Melissa called him, and I had been trying very hard not to care. I was trying and failing. “Still fighting with your boyfriend?” She asked, her voice dripping with teasing skepticism. She propped one elbow on the counter, leaning in closer so her shoulder brushed mine, eyebrows waggling suggestively.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” My stomach dropped hard, a rush of heat and panic flooding my veins. I spun around slowly, heart slamming against my ribs, and there he was. Ryder. His dark eyes dragged slowly down my body, lingering on the plunging neckline of my tiny black satin dress, the curve of my hips, and the bare stretch of my thighs. Heat crawled across my skin everywhere his gaze touched, leaving me flushed and exposed. He looked like pure sin on a stick. The low lights carved sharp shadows across his jaw, making him look even more devastating than I remembered. He made my knees feel weak, nerves sparking like live wires under my skin. He wasn’t alone. My brother stood a few feet behind, engrossed in a conversation with a man in a navy suit. Of all nightclubs in the city, why the hell did it have to be this one? I dragged my gaze back to Ryder and found fury in his eyes. His jaw flexed as he stared at my dress, then he looked at the club, at the men staring at me. H

CHAPTER NINETEEN

His mouth claimed mine in a slow, devastating kiss, coaxing my lips apart as his tongue slid deep inside. I moaned softly and threw my arms around his shoulders, stroking my tongue against his in hungry strokes. My nails dug into his back through the leather jacket, pulling him even closer until my breasts pressed his chest. He growled low into my mouth, the vibration shooting straight between my legs. He dragged his hot mouth down the column of my throat, sucking hard enough to leave marks as one of his hands shoved between my thighs. His fingers found me soaked and dripping. “Who made you this wet?” he demanded, narrowing his gaze on me, while his thumb pressed firmly on my swollen clit. I writhed against the wall, desperate and aching. “Oh, shit…” He gripped my hips, pinning me in place as he pressed down harder. “Tell me.” I felt so empty, throbbing with need. His thumb circled my clit with relentless, teasing pressure. He knew I wouldn’t break easily, so he pushed down a

CHAPTER TWENTY

Jax folded his shirt into the suitcase while I sat cross-legged on the edge of his bed and pretended I wasn’t spiralling. “You’re overpacking,” I muttered, picking at my nails. He shot me a look. “I’m travelling for work, Dee, not a vacation.” “You packed four black sweaters,” I pointed out. “They’re different black sweaters.” I buried my face in his pillow, inhaling the familiar scent of cedarwood and coffee. I was going to miss him so much. I wasn’t ready for him to leave. He zipped the suitcase shut and glanced at me. “You’re gonna be okay here?” I hadn’t decided yet. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stay here or stay at Ryder’s. Both sounded like a mistake, and I was confused. “I’ll be fine,” I said, forcing a smile. “I’ll let you know if anything happens… or if I decide to go to his place.” My voice cracked. I looked away quickly, emotions clawing up my throat. He grabbed his watch from the dresser. “Call me if you need anything.” “I’m twenty-four,” I reminded him, eyes w

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