All Chapters of A Secretary Affair: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Warning! ⚠️🔞 This story contains R18+ scene. If you are minor you shouldn't read this! Typo grammatical error aheads, amigos!!! Prologue "I can't handle this anymore," sambit ko. When she keep rubbing my b*lg*. She keep saying that she always love me and making me insane whenever that I staring at her legs. Bakit ba? tao rin ako may pagnanasa rin. But I'll control myself kapag nandiyan siya. I keep staring at her legs and b**bs. Shit this woman, damn her sexy lips. She drives me insane. I'm here at my office as usual I'm checking the papers that need to follow-up to the board of directors. Tinawag ko naman ang sekretarya ko dahil sa ubos na ang kape ko. Sanay na ako na kaming dalawa na lang ang natitira dahil maaga kong pinapauwi ang ibang employees bukod sa kan'ya. Nagulat naman ako nang magsalita siyang bigla sa harapan ko. "Sir, here's your coffee." Sambit niya na may halong pang a-akit. "Ms. Sheara, button your polo." Iwas tingin kong sambit dahil nakikita ko na ang

⚠️🔞 WARNING: This story contains mature and explicit themes suitable only for ages 18 and above. If you are a minor, please stop reading here.CLINT P.O.V.I texted her briefly then turned my phone face down. Right now, I’m in the middle of a meeting with my board of directors, but my mind is miles away. I didn’t even notice that everyone had gone quiet and was staring straight at me.“Sir Clint? Are you with us?” one of them asked, looking concerned.“Yeah, continue,” I replied, forcing myself to focus. But as soon as they resumed talking, my thoughts drifted back to her again. What a coincidence, huh? We meet once more, Sheara. Or should I call you… Carmela? I’ve waited so long for this moment. I miss you already, baby.SHEARA P.O.V.There’s definitely something different about Sir Clint. The way he looks at me, the way he speaks—like he knows every little detail about who I am, even the parts I’ve long forgotten. But maybe I’m just imagining things. Nevermind.I arrived home safel

The Grand Ball had finally come to an end but that night felt like it was only just starting for me. Magkasama kami buong gabi ni Sir Clint. He never left my side introducing me to guests making sure I had something to drink and guiding me through every part of the event. When most people started to leave the band switched to something softer slower and more romantic. Isinayaw niya rin ako sa saliw ng tugtugin na slow ang atake.At first it felt perfect. His hand rested gently on my waist and we moved together like we had done it a hundred times before. But sa gitna ng pagsasayaw namin a sharp pain suddenly started behind my eyes. It was not just a little ache it felt like something was pressing hard against my head. When I blinked to clear my vision I froze. May nakikita akong dalawang imahe ng tao transparent and blurry dancing in the same spot where we stood. They moved exactly like us following the same rhythm but they looked like they belonged to a different time.Lalong sumakit

Clint straightened his crumpled clothes the fight with Sheara had been rough. His sleeves were torn and there were scratches on his arms from when she struggled earlier thinking he meant to hurt her. He stopped for a moment breathing heavily and looked around aware of the onlookers hiding in the corners and standing far off in the shadows.What was she doing here? paano siya nakapasok sa lugar na ito kung saan kahit ang mga may alam ng lihim ay natatakot lumapit. This part of the estate was connected directly to the Bermuda Portal and only those who crossed it or served its rules could even find the path leading here. A strange feeling rose inside him something that felt like hunger but was far deeper and stronger than any ordinary need. He was going to drain of her royal blood, “golden blood” they called it. The blood of those the life gods kept resurrecting again and again through every lifetime no matter how many times they passed away.

--- Still Clint P.O.V. ---The coffee burned my tongue but I didn’t feel it. The chill from the nightmare was still there buried under my skin like frost that refuses to melt even when the sun is high and bright. Sheara sat across from me, hands wrapped tight around her mug, her eyes looking too careful, too soft, like she was weighing every word before letting it come out. Alam kong may tinatago siya, ramdam ko sa bawat galaw niya, pero sa ngayon, wala akong lakas para pilitin siya hangga’t hindi pa ako makabawi sa takot na dala ng panaginip ko. “You didn’t sleep at all, did you?” she asked, her voice quiet and gentle, parang ayaw niyang dagdagan ang bigat na nararamdaman ko. I shook my head. Couldn’t even close my eyes for more than a few seconds. Every time I tried, they appeared again right behind my eyelids. Tall, hooded figures with no faces, just pure darkness where their features should be. And that scream — that deep, vibrati