All Chapters of The Double Life of My Hot Secretary: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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101: Mine

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

102: Damn what a question

I woke up slowly, my body was aching everywhere in the best and worst ways. My nipples were still sore, my thighs felt bruised, and my pussy was tender from how hard we went last night. I turned my head on the pillow and saw Alan still asleep beside me, one arm draped over my waist. I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. He stirred, eyes fluttering open, and pulled me closer. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight, pressing my face into his chest. “Good morning,” I whispered. “Morning,” he mumbled, voice rough from sleep. He kissed the top of my head. “Did you sleep okay?” “Yeah. You?” He nodded and hugged me tighter. “Better than I thought I would. Thanks to you.” We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other. I raked my fingers through his messy hair and asked quietly, “Are you okay now? Like… really?” He pulled back a little so he could look at me. “I’m much better. Being with you helps.” I bit my lip. “Grief isn’t easy. If you

103: She still a stripper

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

104: Cold blooded murder

I felt the hand clamp tighter around my throat from behind, squeezing so hard my vision started to blur.I grabbed at the wrist, nails digging in, trying to pull free, but whoever it was just dragged me backward fast.My heels scraped the ground as I kicked and twisted, choking out a desperate sound. I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t breathe.The hand finally let go right as I was shoved into the passenger seat of a car. I gasped and coughed hard, leaning forward, trying to catch my breath. My throat burned. Tears stung my eyes.The driver slammed the door and sped off before I could even look up.I turned fast, eyes wide. “Gal? What the hell are you doing here, you bastard?”He didn’t answer. He just kept driving, hands tight on the wheel, going way too fast. The city lights blurred past the windows.“Gal!” I yelled, raking my fingers through my hair. “Stop the car! Let me out!”Still nothing. He didn’t even glance at me.We pulled up to a huge mansion I didn’t recognize. The second the

105: BDSM without pleasure

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

106: i’ll fuck your girl

Alan povWhen my eyes cracked open, everything was blurry and heavy. My head felt like it was underwater.I tried to move and immediately felt the ropes cutting deep into my wrists and chest. Pain shot through my shoulders. I groaned low, confused for a second about where the fuck I was.Then it all slammed back into me.The needle. Gal. Hazel screaming.I lifted my head with effort and my vision doubled. Two rooms. Two Gals. Everything swam. But the only thing I could focus on was her. Hazel was cuffed to a metal pole, face already red from being slapped. Gal stood over her, hand raised again.Rage exploded in my chest so violently I felt it in my teeth.“Let her go,” I growled, voice hoarse and broken. “I’ll kill you. I swear, I’ll fucking kill you.”Gal turned and smirked at me like this was funny. “Look who’s awake.”He slapped Hazel hard across the face. Her head snapped to the side. She cried out.My arms strained against the ropes so hard the fibers tore into my skin. Blood tri

107: Hospital bed Romance

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

108: It was an accident

Alan pov I kept my eyes closed but I could hear everything. Hazel’s breathing was uneven, too fast, like she was overthinking. She shifted on the chair beside my bed, the plastic creaking under her. I stayed still for a while, just listening to her. “Do you have any questions for me?” I asked quietly, eyes still shut. She froze, clearly not expecting me to be awake. Her breathing stopped for a second. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at her. She was fidgeting with the edge of her shirt, raking her fingers through her hair like she always did when she was nervous. “It’s okay,” I said softly. “You can ask me anything. No matter what.” She looked down at her hands, then back at me. Her cheek was still swollen and red from where Gal had hit her. The sight made something dark and violent twist in my chest. I’d never felt so fucking defenseless before. I wanted to kill him. Slowly. I nudged her knee gently with my hand. “Hey. Talk to me.” She took a shaky breath. “What Gal

109: Come for me

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

110: Secret life of Alan

Alan pov I waited until Hazel’s breathing became slow and even. She was curled up in bed, fast asleep. I watched her for a long moment, then quietly got up. My body still ached everywhere from the injection, but I ignored it. I raked my fingers through my hair and walked over to the dresser, grabbing my car keys. Before I left the bedroom, I went to the control panel on the wall. I activated the full security system - cameras, motion sensors, locks on every door and window. Nobody was getting in or out without me knowing. I double-checked it twice, then slipped out of the room without making a sound. I headed down to the garage, each step sending pain shooting through my ribs and back. I got into the car and started the engine. As I pulled out onto the road, I sighed heavily and muttered to myself, “I never thought I’d walk back into this life again.” My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. I was exhausted, still weak from whatever Gal had injected

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