The Double Life of My Hot Secretary のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

He slammed the front door shut with his foot and grabbed my face, kissing me like he’d waited all day to wreck me. His hands slid down, grabbed under my thighs, and before I could catch my breath, I was up in the air. “Alan,” I gasped, gripping his shoulders as he carried me through the hallway. His lips were already on my neck, sucking hard as though he were marking every inch of me. “You going to let me take care of you or are you going to fight me again?” he asked against my skin. I didn’t answer, I was too busy holding on. He kicked open the bedroom door, tossed me onto the bed, and yanked off my jeans without a word. My top followed. I barely blinked before he was between my legs, gripping my thighs and dragging my pussy down toward his mouth. “Wait...” I started, my breath hitching. He didn't. Before I knew it, his mouth was on me. His tongue licked slow at first, tracing my pussy folds like he had all night. He dragged the flat of it against my clit, then s

I lit the cigarette with shaky fingers, standing near the bridge, watching cars crawl past behind me. I took a drag, coughed once, and leaned over the railing. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and dialed Frank. He answered fast. “Hazel?” I pressed the phone to my ear, voice low. “Hey.” “What’s wrong? You okay?” “No,” I said quietly. “I left.” “You what? “I left Alan,” I said, wiping under my eyes with the back of my hand. “It’s over. I walked out.” The line went quiet for a second. “Wait. What happened?” “He tried to gaslight the hell out of me, Frank. Said the contract still stands. Said I’m reading too much into us. Like I imagined everything.” I took another drag, exhaled slow. “I told him I wasn’t doing it anymore,” I said. “Told him I’m done pretending it’s fake when he’s been treating me like his wife and fucking me like one too.” “Shit,” Frank muttered. “Where are you now?” “By the river. The one near the old pier.” “What? Hazel, th

The receptionist didn’t stop me. I went straight to the lift and pressed the top floor. His office was empty when I walked in. “Good,” I muttered, setting my bag down. “I’m only here for my stuff.” I opened the drawer on the side cabinet and pulled out my things. My charger. My notebook. The stupid framed photo from that fake charity gala. I dropped everything into a box without thinking. “I’m not here to see him,” I whispered to myself, folding my scarf and shoving it inside. “I don’t care if he’s here.” The door opened behind me. I flinched so hard my heel slipped. “Hazel...” My body tipped sideways but a hand caught my waist before I hit the floor. His fingers wrapped around me, steadying me. My palm pressed against his chest without thinking. We froze like that. His hand still on my waist, my fingers curled into his shirt. I looked up slowly. He stared down at me with a blank face. I stepped back first, pulling out of his grip. “Yes,” I said befo

His hand was still clamped over my mouth when I shoved at his chest. He removed it slowly but didn’t step back. “Why are you here with Gal?” he demanded. I swallowed, keeping my chin up even though my heart was slamming against my ribs, “that’s none of your business.” His jaw flexed, “it is when you show up on his arm.” “I’ll scream,” I warned, pushing against him again. “Security is literally outside.” He leaned closer instead. “Fuck that. How do you think I got in here?” My stomach dropped. “You think security stops me?” he muttered. I glared at him, “you don’t get to question who I work with.” “You cannot work with Gal,” he said flatly, “work with anyone else, anyone, but not him.” I let out a short, disbelieving laugh, “you’re insane.” “I’m serious.” “He’s not someone who undermines me and sleeps with me instead of respecting me,” I snapped. He cut me off with a sharp sound that almost resembled a laugh, “you think Gal doesn’t want to fuck you? Look a

They both turned toward me at the same time. For a second I just stared at them, then I let out a breathy laugh. “Oh my God. I actually feel like the main character in a movie right now, two billionaire men fighting over me on a yacht, this is insane.” A few people nearby gasped. Gal’s grip tightened, “Hazel-” Before I could say another word, Alan moved. One second I was standing between them, the next I was lifted clean off the floor. “What the hell-” He swung me into his arms bridal style like I weighed nothing. “Alan!” I shrieked, kicking my legs, “put me down!” Gasps echoed across the dining hall. Someone laughed nervously, someone else whispered his name. Gal stepped forward, “put her down right now.” Alan didn’t even look at him, “she’s done for tonight.” “I said put me down!” I hit his shoulder with my fist, but it barely moved him. He walked straight toward the exit with long strides and an expressionless face. “Alan, I swear-” “Stop kicking,” he