บททั้งหมดของ The Double Life of My Hot Secretary: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

I stopped the recording, tapped the screen to end the clip, and set the phone on the dresser. My heart was still racing from the show I’d just put on for him. Alan was sitting on the edge of the chair, chest heaving, sweatpants soaked from me grinding all over him. His cock was straining so hard against the wet fabric it looked painful. I dropped to my knees between his spread legs and looked up at him. “You’ve been so good. Now it’s my turn to take care of you.” I yanked his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out, thick, veiny, and dripping. I wrapped my hand around the base and gave it one slow stroke. “Look at you, so fucking hard for me.” Alan groaned and raked his fingers through his hair. “Hazel… please.” I leaned in and dragged my tongue from his balls all the way up to the tip, swirling around the head and licking up every drop of pre-cum. “Mmm, you taste so good when you’re desperate.” I opened my mouth wide and took him all the way d

I stared at Alan, completely frozen. My mouth went dry and my brain just… stopped. He had just asked me to marry him for real, and all I could do was sit there on the floor, eyes wide, not saying a single word.He raked his fingers through his hair, looking nervous, “I don’t mean to pressure you or anything. We don’t have to do it right now or-”I cut him off by throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him hard. He hugged me back tight, one hand sliding into my hair, the other pressing against my lower back like he never wanted to let go. When I finally pulled away, I was breathing fast, cheeks hot. “I love the idea of being married to you. For real. But I need time to think about it. That’s such a permanent decision and I just don’t want to make it without thinking things through. But thank you for offering. Yeah… that’s fine.”He smiled softly and rested his forehead against mine. “Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”I nodded, but inside I was buzzing. My hea

I tried to pull my face away. “What the hell are you talking about?”He leaned in closer, eyes cold. “So not only did your idol steal my woman, he also killed my sister. He took everything away from me, okay? At first I thought I could get back at him for stealing my woman, so I tried to take you. But no matter what I did, you wouldn’t budge. For your own good you should have just fallen in love with me or fucked me. I could have let you get away with that. But now there’s nothing I can do. He killed my sister, I can kill someone dear to him. So I bet he’s going to come into this room without any police, ‘cause he thinks he’s so strong all the time. Well this time I’m prepared for him.”I was shaking. “You’re lying. You’re fucking lying.”He stood up, grabbed my arm, and dragged me out of the bedroom into the living room. I tried to pull free but he was too strong. He cuffed my wrists to a thick metal pole in the middle of the room. I yanked hard against the cuffs, metal biting into m

I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, watching Alan. He still hadn’t woken up. Machines beeped softly around us. I reached out slowly and brushed my fingers across his cheek. His hand suddenly snapped up and grabbed my wrist mid-air, tight. His eyes flew open, wild and unfocused. The second he realized it was me, he yanked me down hard and pulled me into a tight hug, arms wrapping around me like he was scared I’d disappear. I hugged him back, burying my face in his neck. “You’re awake.” “Where are we?” he asked, voice rough and weak. “We’re in the hospital,” I said, pulling back just enough to look at him. I raked my fingers through my hair. “The police broke in and brought us here after everything.” He tried to sit up, groaning in pain. His eyes landed on my face - red, swollen cheeks from Gal’s slaps. “I’m going to kill him. I’m going to fucking kill him.” “No, relax,” I said quickly, putting my hand on his chest to keep him down. “He’s in police custody. Just b

Hazel pov I pulled away from the hug slowly, still sitting on the edge of the bed. Alan cupped my cheek with his hand, thumb brushing gently over my swollen skin. His eyes were soft but full of guilt. “God, I can’t believe I let him do that to you,” he said quietly. “It’s not your fault,” I whispered, leaning into his touch. He shook his head. “You must have been so scared and traumatized. I’m still being so selfish, letting you take care of me and comfort me instead of the other way around.” Before I could reply, he pulled me tightly against him again. Then he stood up, even though he was still weak, and carried me toward the bedroom. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding on as he walked us into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and stepped inside with me, clothes and all. The warm water hit us slowly. He was so careful, hands gentle as he peeled my clothes off, wincing every time I did. “You’re in pain,” I said, watching him. He nodded but kept