Dirty Little Secret Quotes Novels & Stories

This explicit display only fueled the desires of the men watching us. “Damn…” the host muttered. The word echoed loudly across the deck because he had forgotten his megaphone was still turned on. I let out a soft giggle as I glanced at my companion, seeing him shift uncomfortably as he tried to hide the massive bulge growing in his shorts.

I need to come up with a reason for the two of us to stop speaking for a moment because I feel like I might end up getting caught in my tongue if we continue to talk like this. "Sound and look like you have your little secret too." Kio smiled again. I was left with no choice but to slowly turn around after he swirled me and now I am back in his arms, "Everyone has a dirty little secret, don't worry I am not interested in you." It felt like a thorn had been plucked out of my chest after I heard those words from him. "You opened this topic about some dirty little secret and it's not gonna be my fault that I am kind of curious now."

"It's not something I'm proud about. So don't tell anyone. Or I'll have to poison you too." "Sucks that you don't want the world to know you're a hero." Nate blushes and looks away. He looks a little uncomfortable after sharing that part of himself. After a moment of silence, he turns to look at me with a smile. "Your turn." He says. "What's your deepest darkest secret?"

I opened my mouth to ask that exact thing, but he beat me to it by asking, ‘So, a little bird said something to me’. I drank some water expecting him to ask about Sophie. ‘About what?’ ‘Uh uh uh…it is a secret. An interesting secret’, he said with a gleam. Forget the dramatic pause and get to the point, I wanted to snarl at him. ‘A secret? We all have secrets, Mr. Sinclair. Even you. Some are more gripping than others’, I countered, hinting at him. ‘Alas Ms. Anderson, my secrets are not as fascinating as yours.’

Does he think that avoiding the question will somehow make it disappear? Finally, he shifts, the first movement in what feels like forever. “It is nothing,” he mutters, barely looking at me. If only I was not soaked in impatience and anger, I would have smirked at that. Really? Nothing? Nothing, yet Janie, my so-called friend, seems to know all about us? Something that was not meant to reach a third ear. Some dirty secret that was never suppoed to leak out, yet now there is even a proof of it out there.

"Not competing just... sorry for being a dick last night. Heavens, take her pain and give it to me, my love, for I cannot bear to see you suffer." I froze, pulling back to stare at him. "What? Heavens what? Did you just quote a soap opera?" He grinned sheepish, ears red now. "Yeah, watched some clips online thought it sounded romantic, like those dramatic guys on TV. 'My darling, your tears are daggers to my soul let me mend your broken heart with my eternal devotion.'" I cracked up so hard I snorted, falling back on the towel, him hovering over me laughing too. "Oh God, stop you sound like a bad actor! 'Eternal devotion'? Who talks like that?"

Our dirty little secret was wide open, and I never wanted it to end. But as I drifted toward sleep, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Mom’s name flashed on the screen.

And my stomach tied into a blissful knot. He drew away once the handle of the bedroom door opened and my father came out. And I looked to him, a little sore in my throat to meet his little devious wink. But those weren't the words that stuck with me. It was what he said right after which was clear as day that this wasn't just me—it was Vincent, and what he wanted. My eyes darted to my wrist, burning from where he touched while his voice echoed back to me. "It would be our little secret." And he unleashed with those words, the emotions I had tried so hard to suppress all day. "Are you okay?" Almost startled by my father's words, I shook.

But he answered anyway. "Sometimes," he said softly. Looking at him intently, I tilted my head to the side and asked, "Is that a turn on for you?" My dad shrugged uncomfortably, looking away. When he didn't answer me, I prodded. "Daddy?" I called. He breathed a very deep sigh and then finally met my eyes again. When he spoke, his voice sounded funny. Raspy. "These are really taboo secrets, Marianne," he stated. "I know," I said and then waited patiently, still expecting an answer.

-“Monica I am desperate.” -“I see…You can’t get over her….” -“Tell me, how I can help you?” -“I don’t know if you can” -“Please, don’t underestimate me so much…..I think I can help you” -“How?” I wondered. -“I have something on my mind” she said mischievously.