All Chapters of The Double Life of My Hot Secretary: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I followed Alan quietly as he led me through the tall grass. The sun was warm on my skin, and the field stretched out in front of us like something out of a dream. Wildflowers were everywhere, yellow, white, and soft purple but what really caught my attention were the dandelions. They covered the ground in soft white puffs, swaying gently with the breeze. I didn’t say anything at first. I just walked beside him, letting him hold my hand. Something about the way he was walking felt intentional, like he had been planning this for a while. My heart was beating faster than usual, but I didn’t know why yet. We stopped in the middle of the field. Alan turned to face me, and for a second he just looked at me. His eyes were soft in a way I wasn’t used to seeing. “Do you remember three years ago,” he started, his voice low, “when you said you wanted to get proposed to in a field of dandelions?” I blinked, confused. “What?” He smiled a little, but it looked nervous. “You

Eve pov The cruise was cancelled, some storm bullshit in the Caribbean, and instead of sulking in first class back to the city, I'd decided to be the girlfriend who shows up with flowers and that little black dress he loved. The one that made my tits look expensive. I'd even called ahead and had his favorite dinner ordered from that overpriced Italian place he always raved about. I was smiling when I pushed his apartment door open with my hip, a bouquet of white roses and eucalyptus in one hand, the key he'd given me months ago still warm in the other. And that was when I saw it, a scrap of red lace on the floor by the couch. It was a thong and it was definitely not mine. Mine were all soft pastels and expensive silk. This one was cheap, and Eve Wood did not do cheap. I bent down, picked it up between two finger, my brows furrowing into a frown, “okay, what the fuck?” My stomach did a slow, horrible roll and then it hit my ears. Moaning sounds from Trevor’s bedroom. I pause

By the time we finally collapsed, tangled and spent, the sun was starting to come up.I woke up first.My brain was stuck in thick fog. The sheets felt too soft, the light coming through the curtains too bright for my own bed. I just lay there, blinking at the unfamiliar ceiling, where the hell was I?Then I felt it.A warm, heavy arm draped across my waist, fingers resting just below my ribs. My body went rigid. I didn't move or breathe, my eyes went wide as I just stared straight ahead while my mind scrambled to catch up.The soreness hit next.Between my legs, deep and throbbing, that dull, used ache that only comes after being fucked hard. My pussy felt swollen, tender, like it had been taken and left raw. A small, involuntary gasp slipped out before I could stop it. The sound was too loud in the quiet room.Memories came back to me all at once. Shit.What the fuck had I done? The night came rushing back in fractured, vivid pieces, the desperate kiss that erased Trevor comple

I stepped off the private jet onto the tarmac of the small island airstrip.I still couldn't believe my mom arranged a week long private island trip with the Daltons.The VIP treatment started immediately, our own private transfer in a sleek black SUV with tinted windows, a personal attendant who greeted us by name and handled our luggage.They showed us to our individual suites first. Mine was at the end of a short path lined with palm trees, right next to my parents'.I stepped inside and paused, taking it in.Okay, not bad.Floor-to-ceiling glass doors opened onto a spacious balcony with a direct view of the ocean.The king bed looked like it could swallow me whole, dressed in white linens, and there was a private plunge pool just off the deck.I raked my fingers through my hair as I walked out onto the balcony, leaning against the railing.If I just stayed here the entire trip, ordered room service, avoided group activities and kept to myself, I probably wouldn't have to run into

The second we were far enough from the parents that their voices faded, I ripped my arm out of Adam’s grip like it burned.My heels scraped against the stone path leading down to the private dock, and I whirled on him, chest heaving.“Why the fuck would you grab me like that?” I hissed at him, rubbing my affected wrist.Adam didn’t even flinch. He just slid his hands into the pockets of his black slacks, "did you really want to sit down there listening to that boring stuff?”I ignored him, spinning back around and stalking toward the sleek white boat bobbing at the end of the dock.The private event. Right. Whatever the hell that was supposed to be.I just needed to get away from the suffocating weight of family expectations.“Where’s this fucking private event?” I snapped over my shoulder. “I just need to get away from here.”“It’s just a boat ride,” Adam said, falling into step beside me.I turned to him with furrowed brows wondering how he knew about this stuff but I didn't want to