Billionaire Seducing His Hot Secretary Novels & Stories

Maybe she lied about still being with him just to get under my skin. That had to be it… Or he escorted me instead of her because of the contract. After all, we were pretending to be the perfect couple to his Grandfather. Snap out of it, Olivia. Just let the thoughts go tonight. Just then, Christian leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Look at that man over there,” he whispered, making me shiver slightly. “The one with the protruding stomach.” I followed his gaze. “That’s the Secretary of the Treasury.” he continued. “Can you see how much of the country’s money goes straight to his stomach?”

I told her about how I’d met Rami. I’d been his secretary, fresh out of university, eager to prove myself. He was charming, charismatic, everything I thought I wanted. And then, the rumors started. The internet was filled with articles about him being a playboy. He’d called me into his office one evening, the air thick with tension. And then, he’d asked me to marry him. Just like that. No grand romantic gesture, no heartfelt declaration. Just a proposition, delivered in a flat, emotionless tone. He’d needed to silence the gossip, to protect his image.

The lobby buzzed with low murmurs, and I could feel the weight of curious eyes pressing against my back. Marian hesitated before picking up her phone and turning it toward me. “You don’t know, do you?” she asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and pity. I leaned closer, squinting at the screen. The headline hit me like a slap across the face: “Billionaire Business Mogul Adrian Steele Spotted in Intimate Positions with His Secretary, identified as Miss Carter: Office Romance or More?” I staggered back, blinking rapidly, as if that would erase the image from my mind. Below the headline was a blurry photo of Adrian and me from yesterday during one of his overly affectionate moments at the shoppin

"Oh okay, goodbye Mr. Williams. See you soon. I love doing business with you. Next time I'll be happy if there's another project for us." "I am also Mr. Atkinson, it's a pleasure to work with you." Mr. Atkinson and John got into the elevator. Eric rushed to the secretary's desk. "Mr. Williams is a--" "Take that card and buy several elegant clothes. I don't like to see my office look like a brothel!" Tbc.

to the secretary as she turned and left. “Are you ready?” she asked once more and placed the recorder on the table with a long white sheet of paper and note pad on her laps. I was ready, as long as she would let us talk. She was trying quite hard to act distant, her way of pushing me farther off from her. “Sure, Grace.” I smiled, but she didn’t smile back. She simply turned on the recorder and concentrated on the white sheet of paper on her over-covered laps. “So, Mr. Shelby,” she started in a business-like voice, sitting upright and staring straight at me with a distant expression on her face. “As a one of the youngest billionaires in England, what would you say is the secret to making it t

She's standing and walking with authority, maybe a well trained by her boss. Mr. Ezekiel Duke Wolkzbin hates a stupid and kinda lazy person. We stopped in front of a huge and breathtaking office door. The door is made up of luxurious and expensive tools. There's also a securing check beside the door. This office will be the most stunning and expensive office I could ever step in. Well, it's owned by a Billionaire. What do I expect? The secretary look at me and then she raised her left eyebrows. I think she is kinda irritated on my presence. But why would she be irritated on me, right?

, he said and kissed her bump “Really?”, She was shocked. “Yeah, then our story is like the typical one of the CEO's and his secretary's stories. Where the CEO fell in love with his secretary”, Davish said and Porishma laughed. “Yeah, and I think our story is the first in all of Billionaire's love stories where the secretary loves her bosses but as a brother. But their business partner makes her life like hell. Poor Secretary," Porishma said and wiped her fake tears to tease him and Davish kissed her lips hard.

The intense nature of the craving that had held him back was still a little shaken this morning. Layla. He had noticed that silence, and her feminine scent from the first day he hired her as his secretary. He had coveted her from the beginning but he had suppressed his sexual urges because he neither wanted nor needed some kind of trouble at work. Even so, the lust grew stronger and stronger, until it became an unbearable need that tormented him day and night, and the control began to crumble.

As I arrived at the garden where I had decided to be interviewed, I've never seen this many interviewers who're going to have questions for me later. I loosen my tie and sit in the chair where I'll be facing them. I gave them a smile. "You're ready, Mr. Wilsome?" A red-dressed girl asks me. "Yeah, I responded. "We heard that you, Mr. Wilsome, the young billionaire of the Wilsome family, have already been engaged. Is that true?" My heart pounded as it was my first question, but it seemed so hard to answer.