All Chapters of The Double Life of My Hot Secretary: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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31: The slap

His lips crashed into mine so fast it stole my breath. One second we were joking, the next he had both hands on my waist, pulling me into him like he was starving. My back hit the wall again and he didn’t even pause, mouth trailing hot kisses down my neck. His hands slid under my shirt, dragging up my thighs slow, firm, like he couldn’t get enough. I gasped when his palm cupped between my legs, “Still want to do it again?” he muttered, lips brushing mine. I nodded without thinking, already melting, already aching for more. “Yeah… now.” He groaned low, just as his phone started ringing on the counter. He ignored it at first but it kept ringing. “Just get it,” I breathed, tugging his shirt. He cursed under his breath and reached over, checking the screen, his whole body stilled. “What?” I asked, heart starting to pound. He stared at the screen, then swiped to answer. “Hello?” There was a pause. His face shifted, all the heat drained out of him. “What do y

32: Protection

I stood there, holding my cheek with my jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached. My skin stung, but not as much as the rage boiling inside me. I didn’t even blink. I was two seconds away from snapping back with something she’d never recover from but then she did something I didn’t expect. She stumbled back, knocked over a side table and the glass vase shattered and then she screamed. “Alan!” she screeched, voice echoing through the halls like she was being murdered. “Help me! Your demonic wife tried to hurt me!” I blinked once, still stunned. “What the fuck...” I muttered, just as thunderous footsteps came crashing down the stairs. Chet and Alan appeared at the landing in seconds, both wide-eyed. “She attacked me!” she wailed, pointing at me with shaky hands. “She snapped! I was trying to calm her down and she just lost it!” Chet turned to me fast. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” “You’re joking, right?” I said, laughing once in disbelief. “She hit me. I didn’t

33: Don’t stop

He pulled back just enough to look at me, breath ragged, pupils blown and then he scrambled for his jeans on the floor like a man possessed. “Where...where the fuck-” he muttered, patting every pocket, flipping the waistband inside out. I started laughing, my egs still spread on the bed, shirt bunched around my head. “Are you really this stressed over a condom right now? The fact that you even had one to begin with, how long were you planning this?” “Hazel, I’m begging you,” he said, grabbing his wallet, fingers fumbling with the flap. “If I don’t find one in here, I’m jumping out the damn window.” I giggled harder, watching him practically rip it open and sigh in relief. “Found one.” “Good,” I teased, sitting up slightly, brushing my fingers down my thigh, knowing damn well he was trailing his eyes after my movement. “Now slow the hell down, no one’s running.” He looked up at me like I’d just said something illegal, “that’s the problem,” he muttered, crawling back ove

34: Let’s try the dangerous room

We were both a mess. Our bodies were tangled and there was sweat everywhere. My leg still draped over his hip, his hand rested on my stomach. My chest rose fast, still gasping. His breath was hot on my shoulder, his lips grazing my skin like he didn’t want to move. I felt him trace circles on my thigh like he was grounding himself with me. “You good?” he whispered. I nodded, barely able to speak. “You?” He laughed once under his breath, still catching it. “No.” I turned to look at him. “That was insane,” he muttered, pulling my leg tighter around him. “You okay though? Sore?” “A little,” I said, blinking up at the ceiling. “But in the best way possible.” He leaned over, kissed my collarbone, then my jaw, then dragged his lips up to my cheek, just resting there. His thumb brushed my skin while his lips stayed there. But then I slowly sat up. He blinked fast, “where you going?” “Shower.” “No,” he said immediately, reaching for my wrist. I laughed. “Wh

35: The Red bag

The ride home was quiet. He had one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh. I sat there, glancing at him a few times. When we got out and walked toward the bedrooms, I stopped in front of mine and gave him a soft smile. “Alright... goodnight.” I went to open my door but his hand grabbed my wrist. I turned, confused, “what?” “What are you doing?” he asked, voice low. “Going to bed?” He blinked. “Are you serious right now?” I stared. “Um. Yeah?” He dragged a hand down his face. “You’re really not going to sleep in my room?” “Alan, I thought-” He didn’t let me finish. He just tugged my wrist again, opened his door, and pulled me inside like there was no discussion. The second it closed, I couldn’t help but laugh, “you’re actually insane.” “You knew that when you met me,” he muttered, pulling his hoodie off. We got under the covers, close but not touching yet. He turned to me, “you remember that night I caught you in here? Touching yourself

36: Hard

Alan didn’t move. His eyes dragged down my body so slow it felt like my skin was burning. Kade blinked, turned around fast and cleared his throat. “I didn’t see anything,” he mumbled, hand going to the back of his neck like he was short-circuiting. I went red, full-body red, “oh my fucking gosh.” I spun around, panic rising, but Alan grabbed my wrist and pulled me straight toward the hallway. “Alan...” He opened his door, yanked me in, and shut it behind us. I turned to him, heart racing. “What the fuck was that? Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t coming alone?!” “I didn’t think I had to warn you not to be naked in the hallway,” he said, voice calm but eyes wild. “I wasn’t naked!” I hissed. “I was- okay I was barely dressed, but I didn’t know you weren’t gonna be alone!” He just stared at me, then his jaw clenched, his eyes dropping to my chest. The lace, the peekaboo, the everything. “Alan,” I warned, stepping back. He followed. “You’re hard,” I snapped,

37: Any safe words?

Alan came back in with the door still half open behind him. I didn’t even get a second to react. His hands gripped my waist, spun me around, and lifted me straight onto the edge of the pool table. “Alan...” “Shut up,” he muttered, dragging the hoodie off my body and tossing it somewhere behind him without looking. His mouth was already on mine, rough, needy, mad I still had clothes on. His hands spread across my bare thighs, his thumbs digging in while his lips crashed into mine as if he was trying to erase the time we just wasted. “I wanted to throw Kade out the second we walked in,” he muttered against my mouth, breath ragged. “You think I could focus on anything when this...” his hand ran down my chest, squeezing my tit like he couldn’t help it “...was right fucking there in front of me?” I gasped when his hand slipped lower, tugging at the thin lace. “You wore this just for me, huh?” “I didn’t know he was coming-” “Don’t lie,” he muttered, kissing down my ja

38: Permission to come

Alan pov I knelt between her legs without breaking eye contact, one hand gripping the inside of her thigh while the other traced up her stomach, slow enough to make her chest heave. She was trying to act unaffected, but her nipples were rock hard, her lips were parted and her breathing was shallow. I could see the pulse in her neck jumping. “Tell me,” I said, my fingers brushing over the slit between her pussy, not giving her anything, “has anyone ever seen you like this?” She tried to nod. I grabbed her chin and forced her to look at me. “Has anyone ever seen you this wrecked? This open? This wet just from rope and my voice?” She blinked fast, “no one.” “Good.” I leaned forward and kissed her inner thigh, and then bit down just hard enough to leave a mark. She gasped. I didn’t look away from her face. I wanted to watch every reaction. “You think stripping makes you fearless,” I murmured against her skin, voice low. She opened her mouth to say something cock

39: Oh what a heir

Hazel pov When we got back to his bedroom, I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, still catching my breath. My body felt wrecked but in the best possible way. My wrists were sore, my legs numb, my brain fully gone. And yet, I was smiling like a maniac. Alan leaned on one elbow beside me, brushing my hair off my face with two fingers. “You okay?” he asked, voice low. He was back to being soft and I saw genuine worry in his eyes as he scanned my face for my reaction. I chuckled, voice hoarse, “that was the best time of my life.” His lips twitched, “you’re insane,” he muttered. “Says the man who literally made me cry from edging.” He smiled, soft for once, and kissed my forehead, that alone made me flinch harder than the flogger. “But that was the Alan I know, the one I was used to,” I muttered, dragging a hand down my face, “te mean, controlling bastard.” “Go get cleaned up,” he said quietly, sitting up and grabbing his shirt. “Let’s go to bed.” I roll

40: Meeting and a meeting under the table

Alan froze just past the doorway. His whole body shifted as if he was about to turn around and walk straight out. “Alan,” I whispered, nudging his arm, “focus.” He didn’t move for a second and then finally he stepped forward, with his jaw tight, his hand brushing his pocket. I couldn't tell if he was either reaching for a pen… or trying not to break something. We took our seats across from Gal, who sat at the head of the table like he owned it. His suit was expensive, his smirk even worse. He leaned back, arms resting on the chair like a king. “Well,” he said, glancing between us. “I have to say, I’m proud of you two.” I didn’t answer and Alan didn’t blink. Gal chuckled, looking right at him, “signing a deal with the man who almost choked me to death. What an unexpected full circle.” I inhaled slowly, “let’s begin.” Gal winked, “go ahead, Hazel. I really liked your voice that night, I can't wait to hear it again.” I could almost hear Alan's breathing get louder a

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