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I whispered, but my voice lacked conviction. “I know,” he murmured. He gently licked the shell of my earlobe, his tongue warm and wet. The sensation sent a spark straight down between my legs. “That’s what makes it exciting. No one knows how much of a dirty secret you’re keeping from your husband. How badly you want to be touched right now.” His hand rested lightly on my lower back. The touch was innocent enough from a distance, but his fingers traced small, teasing circles that made my breath catch.

Nick: “Let’s talk closer to the hearing. You will need to be prepared.” Me: “I’ve handled worse than Brown.” Nick: “I’ll send you the details for our pre-meet.” I stared at the phone, and then shut it down completely. Why did this male manage to get under my skin so thoroughly, every time I talked to him? “Because he sees through you,” Willow linked. “I don’t know how, but he does.” And she was right. In fact, what if he was watching me now? That fear is why I spent the next two hours searching inside and outside the duplex for cameras and recording devices.

he said coldly, and I scoffed. I took a deep breath, rolled my eyes at him, and walked away to the library room. Getting to the library room, he stepped forward and opened the door, and I walked in. I smiled gently as my gaze landed on the shelves which were filled with numerous books. The smile on my face brightened as my eyes caught a glimpse of an interesting book that I'd been looking for. The Rise Of The Secret Trillionaire Heir. It's an interesting and thrilling story written by rare gem writes. It's available in Goodnovel and Meganovel.

For a moment, I almost collapsed again, but sheer determination forced me upright. The air down here was heavy, ancient, carrying the scent of dust and secrets long buried. My eyes fell on a table shimmering faintly under the dim light, its surface glinted gold. Drawn like a moth to fire, I staggered toward it. And there it was. A massive book lay at the center of the table, its cover aged yet commanding, the words etched in bold letters: The Hidden Secrets. My breath caught, my chest tightening as I clutched at it with a trembling hand.

“Some secrets don't stay buried.” Elena’s vision blurred for a moment. She glanced around the classroom — every chair in place, every shelf neat. No sign anyone had been there. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt. Outside, thunder rumbled softly — a low warning that crawled through the air. She clutched the note, the words burning into her palm. Some secrets don’t stay buried. For a second, she thought she saw movement outside the window — a silhouette by the gate. But when she blinked, it was gone.

She knew exactly how much he loves his coffee. "You can go," he said but she remained motionless. He raised his brow as he stared at her. "What do you want?" The secretary smiled seductively as she moved closer to him, she sat on his table, facing him directly. She spread her legs wide, revealing her black lacy panty as she twirled her hair in her hand seductively. "Like what you see?" She bit her lips slowly. Charles chuckled as he stared between her legs, he wouldn't lie that she looked good but then, he doesn't do his employees.

“You sound like an old woman. Come on, Clara. We’ll just go for a bit—one drink, one dance. You might even find inspiration for your interview tomorrow.” I gave her a side-eye. “Inspiration? At a nightclub?” She grinned. “Inspiration or a rich man—same difference.” I couldn’t help laughing. “You’re ridiculous.” “I’m serious!” she said, pointing at me with her makeup brush. “This is New York—the city of miracles, money, and mistakes. You never know who you’ll meet.” “I already know who I’ll meet,” I said. “My future boss. Elias Thorne—billionaire CEO, known playboy, and rumor has it he fired his assistant because she brought him coffee that was ‘too sweet.’”

"I'm really having to organize everything before I can start sorting through his finances. This may take longer than I thought." After lunch we resume our individual tasks. The third book I look at, one of the neurology textbooks Uncle Harry wrote, has two folded sheets of paper in it. I unfold them and read what looks like passwords or codes. One says, NEUROSUBMITTRANS and then NST1001#HD after it and the other one looks like a combination: 47-63-95-20. I get excited thinking, here's the hidden stuff I was talking about, if I could only figure out what it means.

He had locked the door and strictly instructed his secretary not to allow anyone inside or disturb us for any reason. Still, when I finally walked out, trying to fix my hair and compose myself, his secretary looked at me with knowing eyes. That smirk, that glance, I feel like she knew exactly what had happened behind those closed doors. After that, I could barely look her in the eye whenever Theo summoned me to his office. But I had to admit, the risk, the secrecy, and the filthiness of it all made it so incredibly thrilling and exciting.

Pagbukas niya, napuno ng kislap ang mga mata niya. “My God… these are all signed copies of Professor Spencer’s math series!” halos mapasigaw siya sa tuwa. “Thank you, Luna!” Hinawakan niya ang mga libro nang parang ginto at agad na umakyat sa taas, dala ang buong kahon. Napangiti si Luna. “Still the same old bookworm,” bulong niya.