All Chapters of The Double Life of My Hot Secretary: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alan moved before I could blink. His hand shot out, fingers locking around Gal’s shirt like he was about to snap him in half, but Gal didn’t flinch. He just stepped in front of me, letting Alan’s hand twist into his collar like it was nothing. A puff of smoke left his mouth lazy, slow. “This the asshole you were crying over?” Gal said, blowing the smoke straight into Alan’s face. “You didn’t say you were married, that makes things more interesting.” I barely got out a breath. Alan’s other hand came up, wrapped clean around Gal’s throat, and slammed him back into the brick wall so hard the smoke dropped from his lips. His knuckles flexed. Gal still smirked like he wasn’t even scared. “Alan!” I shoved myself between them fast, palms against his chest, let him go.” His grip tightened. “Alan, Stop! ” That got him, not the plea but my tone. He looked down at me, eyes sharp, “let him go?” he repeated, voice low, dangerous, “you’re on his side now?” “I’m not taking sid

The next thing I knew, I was on top of him. His arms were wrapped tight around my back, one hand pressed between my shoulders like he was scared I’d disappear if he let go. My cheek was against his chest, his heartbeat steady under my ear. I didn’t remember when my eyes closed. I didn’t remember deciding to sleep. It just happened. When I woke up, I was back on the bed. Alone. I pushed myself up slowly, the sheets tangled around my legs. My head turned toward the couch, it was empty, a neatly folded blanket with pillow placed perfectly like nothing had happened. My brows pulled together. I slid off the bed and walked into the living area. Alan was by the window, already dressed, jacket on, phone in his hand. “What was last night about?” I asked, arms crossing over my chest. He didn’t turn around right away, his shoulders stayed stiff. “I wasn’t in my right mind,” he said finally. That was it. I took a step closer. “That’s all you’re going to say?” He

Alan didn’t say anything for a second. His grip on my wrist tightened just a little, like he was trying not to snap. “I told you not to...” he cut himself off, jaw clenching hard as he looked at the screen again. “There are always eyes on me, Hazel. Always. And now you-” He stopped. His phone rang again. A name lit up the screen, dad. He answered immediately. “We’re on our way.” He ended the call without waiting for a reply. “Get dressed,” he said without looking at me. “We’re going to my family house. Now.” I didn’t argue. I went straight upstairs, threw on something decent, barely touched my hair, and came back down. The drive was dead silent. Alan didn’t look at me once. His jaw was locked, one hand on the wheel, the other gripping his phone like he was ready to crush it. My stomach twisted the whole ride. When we arrived, it was just like before, Alice wasn’t there. Only Chet, the stepmom, and Mr. Wood. The moment I stepped through the door, she spotted me.

I didn’t say a word. I just turned around and walked straight out that glass hellhole before I broke something expensive. When I hit the elevator, I ripped the ring off my finger and flung it to the floor like it burned. It clattered across the marble and spun for a second before stopping cold. “Fuck you,” I muttered under my breath. The second I stepped outside, my phone started buzzing like crazy. Frank. I answered on the third call. “What’s wrong?” he asked instantly. I shoved past some guy in a suit, pace speeding. “Don’t talk to me right now, Frank. I swear....” “What happened?” “I’m mad. I’m upset. I’m so-” I stopped walking, turned a full circle like I was looking for something to punch, “what the hell am I even mad at?” He hesitated. “Hazel...” I raked my fingers through my hair and paced again. “I hated him. I literally hated him from the beginning and I’m not cut out for this dramatic billionaire soap opera life anyway, look at me, look at my life.”

His mouth crashed into mine like he couldn’t hold back another second. I barely had time to breathe. My back hit the wall again, his hands gripping my waist so tight it hurt in the best way. I knew I should say something, anythingbut my body wasn’t listening. My brain was scrambled, that kiss had flipped every switch I’d been trying to shut off. His tongue slid against mine, deep, slow and possessive. I gasped into his mouth, fingers curling into the front of his shirt. I couldn’t think or breathe. My clit was aching and pulsing, heat spreading fast like my body had been waiting for this. He groaned low when I pulled him closer, my tits pressed against his chest. His hands dropped to my hips, yanked me into him harder. We were moving but not going anywhere, mouths devouring each other, heads tilted, lips swollen. Then he pulled back. We were both breathless, faces inches apart. “Get in the car,” he said. I didn’t argue. He kept hold of my hand the