All Chapters of The Double Life of My Hot Secretary: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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111: The death of me

Hazel pov I scrambled under the desk the second I heard the knock, heart racing. I didn’t even think, I just crawled fast and tucked myself between Alan’s legs, pulling my knees to my chest so the table completely hid me. My clothes were still half-off on the floor. I couldn’t risk getting caught like that. Alan looked down at me, eyebrows furrowed. “What the hell are you doing?” I whispered quickly, “Just go on. Act normal.” He straightened up right as the door opened. I heard footsteps and a man’s voice. “Mr. Wood, thank you for seeing me on such short notice.” Alan’s voice stayed calm and professional, “of course. Have a seat.” I stared up at his face from under the desk. God, he looked so hot trying to stay composed. His jaw was tight, eyes focused. My gaze dropped to his pants. The zipper was still undone from earlier. I smirked to myself and reached forward, palming his cock through the fabric. He twitched hard under my hand. The man started talking a

112 Jealous collision

I stood up slowly, my legs still shaky, and looked down at my ripped shirt on the floor. The buttons were scattered everywhere. Alan grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and draped it over my shoulders, pulling it closed over my chest. “Thanks,” I said, raking my fingers through my hair. I felt a little exposed even with the jacket on. He fixed his pants and looked at me. “What if they don’t agree to the deal?” I asked him. He leaned against the desk and shrugged, “then we’ll find someone else. We always do.” He stepped closer and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re not worried?” He shook his head a little. I looked up at him with a small smirk. “So does this really mean that we’re poor now?” Alan stared at me like I had lost my mind. “What?” I laughed and pulled his jacket tighter around me. “I actually need to pick something up from the store. Let’s go.” Twenty minutes later we were walking through the fancy mall downtown. The second

113 Prepare for the worst

My ears were ringing. Everything felt slow and blurry. I blinked a few times, trying to focus. My side hurt badly and I could taste blood in my mouth. I turned my head toward Alan. He was slumped over the steering wheel, not moving. Blood was pouring down the side of his face and onto the airbag. His eyes were closed. “Alan?” My voice came out weak. “Alan!” I screamed on top of my lungs as it clicked to me even more, the image that was before me. He didn’t respond. Panic hit me hard. I reached over with shaking hands and touched his face. “Alan, please. Please wake up.” My fingers came away covered in blood. I started breathing faster. “No, no, no… please don’t do this.” I tried to unbuckle my seatbelt but my hands were trembling too much. I kept looking at him, waiting for him to move, to say something, anything. He just stayed slumped over, completely still. “Alan, please,” I whispered, tears falling down my face. “Don’t leave me, not like this.” I heard sirens

114: I have heartbreaking news

I couldn’t sit still anymore. My leg kept bouncing up and down and my chest felt like it was being squeezed. I stood up fast, almost tripping over the IV stand, and started pacing down the hallway.My hands kept raking through my hair as tears kept falling. I wiped my face but it didn’t help. The words the doctor said earlier kept repeating in my head.*There’s a high chance he may not recover.*I walked faster, my shoes squeaking against the floor. I couldn’t stay in that chair.Every time I sat down, I felt like I was going to lose my mind. I kept glancing at the doors leading to the ICU, hoping someone would come out and tell me something different. But no one did.After a while, I walked outside even though it was freezing.The cold air hit my face hard but I didn’t care. I wrapped my arms around myself and started walking around the hospital parking lot.Tears were still falling, and I didn’t even try to stop them anymore.People were staring but I ignored them. I just kept walki

115: I have something to tell you

I closed my eyes right, "he's dead, isn't he?"I could feel my stomach tighten, everything in my gut trying to find its way into my throat.“Miss,” she said gently, "the surgery was successful. He’s stable now.”I didn’t even let her finish. I jumped up so fast the chair almost fell over and started walking fast toward the ICU. My heart was pounding.“Miss, wait - you can’t just go in like that,” one of the nurses called after me.I ignored her. I kept walking until I found his room. The second I saw him lying there with tubes and monitors around him, my eyes filled with tears again.I walked straight to the bed and wrapped my arms around him carefully, resting my head on his chest.“Miss, please,” a nurse said from behind me. “He just got out of surgery. You need to give him space.”I shook my head without moving. “I’m not going anywhere.”I stayed right there, holding him gently. A few minutes later, I felt his body shift slightly.His eyes slowly opened, and he looked at me with a

116: And you thought it couldn’t get worse

I stared at Alan, completely thrown off, “excuse me, what are you talking about?”He didn’t even look at me properly. He just kept his eyes on the wall and said, “I don’t want to see you.”I blinked, trying to process his words. For a second, I thought maybe the medication was messing with his head. Or maybe the accident had done something to him. This didn’t sound like the Alan I knew these past few months. This sounded like the old Alan - the cold, arrogant asshole I used to work for. The one who treated people like they were nothing.I leaned forward a little, studying his face. “Are you okay? Did you hit your head or something? Because you’re talking like a completely different person right now.”His jaw tightened. He finally turned to look at me, and the expression in his eyes made my stomach drop.There was no warmth or softness. Just that same blank, distant look he used to give me back when I was just his secretary.“I don’t want you here,” he said again, firmer this time. “I

117: Alan decides

Alan povI sat alone at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey I hadn’t even touched properly.It had been days since I got discharged from the hospital, but sleep still wouldn’t come.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the crash. The truck. The blood. Hazel’s face right before everything went black.The bartender kept his distance. Most people in here did. I guess my face said enough - stay the fuck away.I was swirling the drink in my glass when I heard a familiar voice behind me.“Oh, you’re drinking all by yourself?”I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.“What are you doing here, Sasha?” I asked, still facing forward.She slid onto the stool beside me like she owned the place. “I saw you from across the room and thought, ‘I know that man.’ Anyways, you’ve been avoiding my calls for days.”I finally looked at her. She was covered in blinding case msjrio and her signature bright red lipstick as usual. “I don’t want anything to do with you. You and Gal can go fuck yourselves.

118: What Next

I sat on the edge of my bed in my apartment, staring at the pregnancy test like it had personally betrayed me. My hands were shaking. I had been so caught up in everything - the accident, Alan pushing me away, the hospital, the fear that I completely forgot I never took the after pill. I just kept spiraling and now here I was, staring at two pink lines. Frank stood in the doorway, watching me carefully. “You should tell him,” he said quietly. I let out a bitter laugh and raked my fingers through my hair. “Tell him? Are you serious? He literally discarded me like a bag of trash after everything we went through. After I almost died in that car with him. After he made me watch him get beaten and injected with God knows what. He looked me in the eyes and told me he didn’t want me anymore. So no, Frank. I’m not telling him shit.” Frank sighed and leaned against the doorframe. “Hazel…” “I’m serious,” I cut in. “He made his choice. I’m done begging people to want me.” I s

119: Oh baby

I stared at Alan in the car, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. Alan ran a hand through his hair, looking exhausted. “I did it because I thought it was best for you. Ever since you came into my life, everything has gone to shit for you. The tape, Gal stalking you, the kidnapping, the accident… all of it happened because of me. I thought if I let you go, you’d be safer. You wouldn’t have to keep suffering because of me.” I let out a bitter laugh and raked my fingers through my hair. “So you thought the best thing to do was break my heart and leave me alone? After everything we went through? You didn’t even give me a chance to decide for myself.” He stepped closer, his voice low. “Hazel, my life has been miserable without you. Every single day felt empty. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I kept seeing your face everywhere. I thought I was protecting you, but all I did was make myself fucking miserable.” Before I could say anything else, he bent down and lifted me up bridal st

120: Emotional daddy

I was still inside her, both of us breathing heavily in the car when Hazel suddenly went quiet. She pulled back a little and looked at me, her eyes soft but nervous. “I’m pregnant,” she said. For a second, I just stared at her. My brain completely short-circuited. “What?” I asked, blinking like I didn’t hear her right. “You’re… what?” “I’m pregnant,” she repeated, watching my face carefully. “I found out a few days ago. I never took the after pill after that night. I was so caught up in everything that I forgot.” I pulled out of her slowly and sat back, running both hands through my hair. My heart was beating so fast I could hear it in my ears. She was fucking pregnant? With my baby. OUR baby. “Hazel…” I whispered, still trying to process it, “are you serious?” She nodded. “Yeah. I took a test at Frank’s and I.” I reached out and gently placed my hand on her stomach, even though there was nothing to feel yet. I leaned down and kissed her belly softly, once, the

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