All Chapters of The Double Life of My Hot Secretary: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Adam didn’t put me down once. He walked straight out of that club with me still over his shoulder, dress bunched up around my waist, one tit hanging out, and my ass bare under the street lights. People on the sidewalk stared. Someone whistled. I didn’t care.My head was spinning and every step bounced me against him in a way that made my stomach flip.He didn’t say a word the whole walk back to the hotel. His hand stayed locked on the back of my thigh, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks.When we got to the elevator he still didn’t put me down. Only when the door to his room slammed shut did he finally throw me onto the bed.I bounced once and pushed up on my elbows. Adam stood over me, chest rising fast, jaw so tight I could see the muscle jump.“What the fuck was that, Eve?” His voice came out low and rough. “You just fingered yourself on a stage in front of a whole room. Anyone could’ve filmed that. You know how easy it is for that shit to get out. You’ve ruined--”I sat

I pulled away from his chest and wiped my face with the back of my hand. My eyes still felt swollen and my throat hurt from all the crying. Adam stayed sitting on the edge of the bed watching me. He didn’t reach for me again.“Are you feeling better now?” he asked.I nodded once even though my head still felt heavy. “A little.”He stood up and walked toward the small kitchen area of the suite. I heard the fridge open and close. A minute later he came back with a plate of toast, scrambled eggs and a glass of water. He set everything down on the bed next to me and sat on the other side.“Eat something.”I picked up the toast but didn’t take a bite right away. My mind kept looping the same thing. How did I even end up here. Adam leaned back against the headboard. “How have you been?”I finally took a small bite of toast so I wouldn’t have to answer right away. Chewed. Swallowed. “Fine. Busy with work.”He nodded. “I wasn’t surprised to see you at the meeting yesterday.”I looked up at h

Adam kept walking like nothing had just gone down. His knuckles were still red and a little swollen but he didn’t even look at them. He just guided me out of the building and onto the street like we were leaving a normal meeting. I stared at the side of his face the whole time.“What the hell?” I finally said. “You just beat the shit out of a man and now you’re casually moving on like that?”He glanced at me once then looked ahead again. “You said you were fine. Are you fine?”I blinked at him. “Yeah. I’m fine. But that’s not the point.”He didn’t answer. He just kept walking until we reached the restaurant he had picked for dinner. The host recognised him immediately and took us to a quiet table near the back. Adam pulled my chair out for me before he sat down across from me. I dropped into the seat and immediately started twisting the napkin in my lap. My leg bounced under the table. The deal was probably dead. My father had told me about this exact client for weeks. If we lost

The kiss broke only when Adam pulled back enough to look at me. His hand was still buried in my hair and his chest was rising too fast. I could feel how hard he was against my thigh and it made my stomach flip. He stared at my mouth for a second then dropped his gaze lower. “Take these off.” His voice came out low and rough. “Now.” I lifted my hips while he yanked my dress and underwear down together. The second the cool air hit me his eyes darkened. He pushed my knees apart with both hands and just looked. Months of nothing and he was staring at me like I was the only thing he had thought about. “You are already wet.” He said it quiet, almost to himself, then dragged two fingers through the slickness between my legs. My whole body jerked. “Fuck Eve. Look at you.” I grabbed a fistful of the sofa cushion. “Are you just going to stare or are you going to do something?” He let out a short breath that sounded almost like a laugh then lowered himself between my th

I kept my arms locked around his neck even after the warehouse noise faded behind us. Adam’s bare chest was still warm against me and I could feel every rise of his breathing. His car waited at the curb, but my stomach tightened at the thought of ending the night. “Can we walk?” Adam studied my face, then dismissed the driver. He carried me a few steps before setting me down careful, one hand staying on my waist like he didn’t trust my legs yet. “You walking or you need me to keep carrying you?” His voice came low right by my ear. “I’m walking.” We started down the empty street. He reached for my hand, sliding his fingers between mine slowly enough for me to refuse. When we crossed, he moved closest to traffic. Outside the night air cooled the sweat on his skin. He pulled his shirt on slowly , the fabric catching on the bruises already darkening across his ribs. I watched the way his jaw flexed once and my stomach twisted. We started down the quiet street. Adam’s thumb kept b