Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Double Life of My Hot Secretary: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

"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

“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

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

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

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