All Chapters of The Double Life of My Hot Secretary: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I carried Hazel out of the room, her body still trembling against mine. She was limp in my arms, breathing slow and soft after everything we’d just done. I took her straight to the bedroom and set her down gently on the edge of the bed. “You okay?” I asked, brushing her hair back from her face. She nodded, eyes half-closed. “Yeah. Just… floaty.” I kissed her forehead. “Stay right here. I’ll run the shower for you.” While the water heated up I helped her stand and walked her into the bathroom. She stepped under the spray on her own and I waited outside the glass door, watching the steam fill the room. When she came out a few minutes later she was wearing one of my white button-down shirts, nothing else. The fabric clung to her damp skin and her nipples poked hard against it. My cock twitched in my sweatpants but I forced myself to stay calm. I went to the kitchen and started pulling stuff out for a late meal, chopping vegetables and heating a pan. Hazel padded in b

Hazel pov I woke up slowly and immediately winced. My nipples were sore, my clit was still sensitive and swollen, and my thighs ached like I’d been running for hours. I ran my fingers through my messy hair and stared at the ceiling, blushing hard. Last night kept replaying in my head - the ropes digging into my wrists, the clamps on my nipples, Alan’s hand around my throat while he fucked me so deep I saw stars. I pressed my thighs together and felt how wet I already was again. “What the hell is it you're doing to me, you bastard?” I groaned after pressing one hand to my mouth. I didn't know what he did but I really couldn't get him out of my head no matter what happened. I got out of bed and headed for the shower. The hot water hit my skin and I leaned against the tiled wall, eyes closed. My hand slid down my stomach without thinking. I circled my clit slowly, remembering how Alan had sucked on it until I squirted all over his face. I moaned softly and slipped two fi

I sat at the bar, nursing my third whiskey, the ice clinking every time I swirled the glass. The place was loud but I barely heard it. I raked my fingers through my hair and pulled out my phone again, thumb scrolling through the trending tab even though I knew I shouldn’t. Every headline was about us. “Hazel Montgomery and Alan’s Sex Tape Scandal Rocks Billionaire Family.” “CEO Caught on Camera in Kinky BDSM Room – Company in Chaos.” I leaned forward, elbows on the sticky bar, and kept scrolling. The comments were brutal. “she’s just a gold-digging whore.” “he’s a disgusting pervert who films women without consent.” “this is why rich people think they’re above the law.” I took another long sip, the burn sliding down my throat. My hands were shaking so I set the glass down and raked my fingers through my hair again. Then I opened the work group chat. The messages were flying. “did you see the video? he’s finished.” “board just called an emergency meeting. rumor is h

I stared at the text until the letters blurred. My stomach dropped so hard I thought I might be sick right there on the bar stool. I set the phone face-down on the sticky wood and raked my fingers through my hair, heart hammering so loud Frank’s voice came through. “Hazel? You still there?” “Yeah,” I said, voice flat. I leaned my elbow on the couch and pressed my forehead against my hand. “It’s nothing.” “What was that? You went quiet.” I swallowed hard. “It’s a text from Alan. He said he needs me.” Frank let out a long breath. “And?” “And I’m so fucking mad at him, Frank.” I sat up straighter, gripping the phone tighter. “He filmed me. Without telling me. Without asking. And now the whole world has seen it. Every single part of me. I thought he was different. I really did.” “Then you don’t have to go,” Frank said gently. “You don’t owe him anything right now.” I stared at the half-empty glass in front of me, ice melting into nothing. My mind kept spinning.

I stood next to Alan at the funeral, the cold wind cutting through my black coat. I raked my fingers through my hair and shifted my weight, trying not to stare at how still he looked. His face was completely blank, eyes dry, like nothing could touch him. His stepmother stormed over, eyes red and puffy, mascara running down her cheeks. “How dare you show up here!” she snapped, voice loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. “This wretched woman has ruined our whole family. Isn’t that what you wanted? You killed your father!” She kept crying, pointing at me with a shaky finger. “You brought this whore into our lives and now he’s dead because of you!” Alan didn’t move. He just stood there, jaw tight, staring straight ahead like she wasn’t even speaking. She stepped closer, still sobbing. “You’re heartless. You destroyed everything. Your own father!” I leaned against Alan’s side, heart pounding. He finally moved, catching her wrist in a firm grip before she could poke him aga