Dirty Little Secret Quotes Novels & Stories

And his fury towards my innocence about his secret. His dirty little secret. So this is what he meant before about coming clean? This is all about waiting for me to open up and tell him that I know what he's keeping? I don't want to doubt him, or even start having second thoughts when it's about him. I don't wan to start wondering if all this time, he's just putting up a version of him that he knows will somehow have a effect on me. The kind of effect that I will never be able to wash away from my body even after a thousand times of standing under a flowing water.

I pause, heat flushing all of my body. Uncle Jax nods, urging me to go on. “Umm right above my pussy,” I mumble, but the words are loud enough for him to hear. “I want it to say ‘Daddy’s Pussy’ in delicate script.”

The guilt never fully went away. But the pleasure was stronger. And I was too far gone to care. Because some taboos feel too good to stop. And some cocks are worth every secret they cost. I was my sister’s ex’s dirty little secret. And I never wanted to be anything else. The night everything almost broke was the night Claire showed up unannounced.

He didn't stop until he was standing directly in front of me, his massive height completely towering over my small frame. I had to tilt my head back just to look at him, my heart hammering in a chaotic mix of fear and desperate adoration. He leaned down slightly, his dangerous, intoxicating scent of mint and expensive cologne wrapping around me. "Let's get one thing straight, Maya," he whispered, his voice dropping into a harsh, threatening tone. "This fucked-up marriage between our parents? It stays behind these walls. It must remain a secret." I blinked, the harshness of his words striking my already bruised heart like a physical blow. "What?"

" Are you trying to tell everyone watching this show right now and those that will watch it later that you don't actually have a secret with which you run this business?" Dulce nodded and cleared her throat. " Uhm. If I should be very plain with the way this works, then I have just let you know the ultimate secret. A wise person once said that the secret is that there is no secret. " " The secret is that there is no secret." The interviewer repeated after her. " Wow. That's quite interesting to hear." " Yeah. There is no particular secret anyone will tell you they have. Though, I have my special weapon. "

He then says something again, but it’s indecipherable. He coughs lightly and says something once more, that this time leaves us all confused, and me worried. “Deadly Secrets Of The CEO.” Jimmy’s voice comes out clear as he smiles while sleeping. .............. “Did you all hear that?” I ask but no one replies. “You all heard that, right?” I ask louder this time. “Quincy, we did.” Daniel says rather calmly. What does Jimmy mean?

“Yeah, it can work but the only problem is how to get his dirty secrets. I have lived with Josh but I haven’t known of any dirty secret he has.” Alicia said thoughtfully. “Every grown-up human being on this earth has something that he doesn’t want people to know. Maybe he is that one person who know how to hide his secrets but we have to find someone who can dig out something for us.” Nick suggested. “I know of someone who is a professional in this kind of jobs but he will need a lot of money to do it” Ann suggested.

When Hilda took another step forward, Carmen subconsciously took a step back. "Are you thinking about asking me how I know all this? You're a well known b*tch among our circles. Do you really not know? If you choose to be a b*tch, you should have the instincts of a b*tch too. Don't assume that the people you slept with will keep your secret for you! Not only did they record a video, but they also shared it on a specific forum. You have no idea how popular it is! Who do you think you are? You're like an automatic toilet. It's convenient to use you, but once people are done, you just become disgusting! Even though you're wealthy, that merely makes you a gold toilet. A b*tch with a gold collar!

I explain. Garret frowns and shakes his head. “It’s always the perfect families…” he says softly. As if she spoke from experience. “Rich people hide behind their money and riches. It’s behind closed doors. That’s where all the secrets lay.” I say. He nods. “Always. Remember I’m from the Vanderbilts. My uncle and aunt have a tone of skeletons in that closet…” he shrugs his shoulders. Speaking to someone who understands is refreshing. ========= One week later

"Why do you hate me so much?" "You really want to know why I hate you?" I demanded, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "I hate you because you know me. I hate you because you’ve seen me at my absolute lowest. I hate you because you hold the secrets I am trying so desperately to bury. I hate you because I'm terrified you're going to expose me. And I hate you because you are so frickin' handsome! Why does someone like you have to know someone like me?"