All Chapters of The Double Life of My Hot Secretary: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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11: Five more vibrators

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?" I yelled, already yanking the blanket over myself like that would fix anything. Alan didn't flinch or blink, he just leaned casually against the wall like he hadn't just walked in on teasing my clit off. "I said," I snapped, pointing at him. "Why are you here? Is that part of the damn contract too? Do I get no privacy either?" He pushed off the wall and walked toward the bed like he hadn't heard a single word I said, and then he sat right next to me. Water hit the sheets instantly. He laid back, arms behind his head like this was the most normal shit ever. I jumped up, hands in the air. "Hello?! I just asked you something!" He didn't even look at me as he muttered, "you might want to look around." "What are you talking about?" I snapped, pacing. "What does that even mean? What the hell is wrong with you?" I was mortified, I wanted the ground to consume me, I couldn't even process what the hell had just happened. He glanced at

12: Wife Material

The knocking didn’t stop. I groaned into the pillow, eyes still shut. I had barely slept. Every time I started drifting off, I’d remember the feel of his towel against my thigh and jolt awake like I was being haunted by rich man trauma. The knock came again, louder this time. “Go away,” I mumbled. No one did. I forced myself up, dragging the blanket with me. My legs were still tired, my brain not even halfway online. I pulled on the first robe I could find, tied it with one hand, and stomped to the door. The second I opened it, people walked in. Actual people, a full-ass squad. One had rollers and one had makeup brushes, one had trays of jewelry. I blinked at the giant curling iron in someone’s hand like it was a weapon. “Sorry...what is going on right now?” I asked, still clutching the robe closed. “We’re just here to get you ready,” one said, already setting up a mini mirror. I frowned, backing up a little. “Ready for what?” The team paused. One of them gave

13: A room for my wife and I

“What are you doing?” I asked, stepping back a little. “You said we’re leaving in an hour.” Alan didn’t look at me right away. His hand went up to the back of his neck, fingers dragging slow like he was trying to figure something out. His eyes flicked away for a second. “I just… wanted to…” I blinked. “What?” He scratched again. “It’s nothing. I just wanted to say um…” I stared. He never stuttered. This man ordered people around like he invented language and now he was glitching? He cleared his throat fast and shook it off. “There are a few things you should know before we get there.” I folded my arms. “Now you decide to be honest?” “My parents can be intense. Not rude, just… invasive. Don’t answer questions you’re not comfortable with, my sister might be there, dhe’ll be nice, my step-brother might not.” I tilted my head. “Why are you telling me this now?” He ignored the question and pulled something out of his pocket. It was small at first, then his palm open

14: Bleeding Knuckles

I was dumbstruck at this point because what the heck was happening? His stepmom was still whispering when Alan’s dad stood up and cleared his throat. “Meeting. Now. Chet, Alan, come.” Alan didn’t move at first. His eyes flicked to me, like he was checking if I was okay. I hadn’t said a word but somehow he just… knew. He stepped closer and lowered his voice. “I’ll be back really soon, alright?” I nodded, even though I wasn’t really sure how I felt. Then he walked off with Chet and his dad, the hallway swallowing them. I turned, only to feel a cold presence right behind me. His stepmother. “If you think I’m going to let some low-life, no-name piece of nothing steal everything my son and I built, you’re mistaken.” I didn’t flinch. I just stared at her and kept my mouth shut. She smirked, like she wanted a reaction but before I could even think of what to say, someone else stepped in between us. “I think that’s enough.” A girl with long brown curls and a croppe

15: Requests from a drunkard

I stayed there for a while, just holding him, feeling his breath slow down against my neck. I didn’t move and neither did he. I’d never seen him like this. Alan always walked like he owned gravity. He spoke like people owed him their breath but right now, he just felt… tired. “Are you okay?” I asked quietly. He pulled back, his hand dropping from my waist. “I’m fine.” I searched his face. “Are you sure?” “Sorry,” he muttered, eyes already drifting away. “That was… weird. Forget it.” I didn’t say anything. He turned around like he needed distance and grabbed a towel from his suitcase. I sat on the edge of the bed, fingers playing with the edge of my tank top. “Why are we sleeping in the same room?” He glanced back at me once. “We just have to sell it, my family needs to believe it.” “Okay, but I didn’t get the memo that selling it meant sharing a bed.” “I’m not touching you,” he said flatly. “Good,” I said, “because you’ll be sleeping on the floor.” He stopp

16: Cold bathroom tiles

Alan pov This wasn’t real, it had to be a simulation, some sick, glitched-out fever dream. Hazel was on top of me, drunk, naked, legs on either side of my thighs and she just asked me a question that caused my dick to harden in seconds. She dragged her fingers down my chest again and leaned in close, “don’t you want me?” My brain short-circuited. I shut my eyes for a second. Damn, yes. I wanted her. I’d always wanted her, she was walking temptation, mouthy and maddening and in my bed but I opened my eyes and stayed still. “You need to get dressed.” She blinked, confused, “why? I’m comfy.” I couldn't look at her tits, or her nipples hard against my chest, because if I peeled my gaze away from hers, I would lose all control and I would fuck her like she'd asked but I knew she was drunk, and not in her right mind. “Hazel,” I said, gripping her waist and trying to lift her off me. She went completely limp like a toddler refusing to be carried. “

17: Trouble in paradise (Breakfast)

Hazel pov The second I opened my eyes, I knew something was off. The bed beside me was empty. I sat up slow, blinking against the light pouring in from the massive-ass windows. My head was pounding and my stomach felt like a warzone. I looked around, the room was a mess, my shirt was twisted and there was a necklace on the floor. The faintest smell of soap still lingered. “What the hell happened last night?” I pressed a palm to my face, trying to piece it together. Bits started coming back. Alice. Wine. Way too much wine. Laughing too loud. Stumbling up the stairs. Alan shirtless. Grey sweatpants. That necklace. “Fuck.” I screamed into the pillow. “Did we…?” I sat up again and checked under the sheets like an idiot. I still had underwear on. That had to mean something, right? But what if he just put them back on? What if I threw myself at him and he.. I flopped back down. “What the actual fuck did I do.” I couldn’t remember if we kissed. I couldn’t re

18: Geez, get a room

I couldn’t think or breathe. Alan’s mouth was on mine in front of his whole family and somehow that wasn’t even the craziest part. The craziest part was me. Because instead of pushing him away, I tilted my head, grabbed his jaw, and kissed him back. Hard. I slid across the chair and dropped right into his lap, knees on either side of his thighs like it was the most natural thing ever. His hand tightened around my waist but he didn’t stop me. I pressed my chest against his, my fingers trailing up his face and into his hair. The kiss deepened fast, messy, breathy, too much. He let out a sound low in his throat. Not loud but enough to make my whole body lock. His other hand moved up my spine slow like he forgot where we were. My lips dragged over his one last time before we both finally pulled back, gasping a little, still holding each other like we were mid-movie scene. I didn’t even need to look around to know the look of shock on his stepmom's face. I knew the

19: I know a place

The ride home was so quiet, I could hear my own heart beating. Neither of us said a word. Alan kept one hand on the steering wheel, the other gripping the gear like it pissed him off. I didn’t even try to explain. I just stared out the window, lips pressed, trying not to feel anything. When we got back to his place, I changed into my casuals in silence. Just a hoodie and tights and immediately grabbed my phone, keys, and walked out of the room. He was nowhere in sight, thank God. The Uber ride back to my place felt longer than it should’ve. My texts to Frank were all left on delivered. I got to the apartment, unlocked the door, and boom. He was thankfully not naked on my couch this time. “Hazel? What the hell...where have you been?” I blinked, dropped my bag on the floor, and walked past him, “I texted you.” “Yeah, and I called like five times.” I spun around, “And I told you I was in something complicated.” He narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, what the hell was that

20: Fuck it

The moment we stepped into the club, I froze. It was loud, packed, lights flashing everywhere, people grinding on each other like they were in a damn music video. A girl was basically sitting on some guy's lap in the middle of the dance floor. Another couple was making out so hard I thought they'd merge into one person. “What the actual hell,” I muttered, eyes wide. Frank laughed behind me. “Told you this place is wild. Now loosen up and act like you don’t live under a rock.” I rolled my eyes, but the bass was already crawling up my legs, and I hated that it felt good. I took a deep breath, walked into the crowd, and let my body start moving. The music was addictive. My arms went up, my hips started swaying. I didn’t even care anymore. If everyone else was acting crazy, why the hell couldn’t I? “Didn’t expect to see someone like you in here,” a voice said next to my ear. I turned, blonde, blue eyes and defined jaw a cigarette in his hand. He looked like tro

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