Dirty Little Secrets Novels & Stories

"I told you he’s bad news. Stay away from him." "You don't have the right to tell me anything!" Maya countered, her voice cracking. "You spent months pretending you didn't even know me at school. You did the exact same thing when I moved into that house. You pushed me away, you brought those random girls home, and now you expect me to sit around in the dark? I’m not going to be your dirty little secret, Killian." Her words hit me like a physical punch. The raw honesty in her face stripped away every excuse I’d been hiding behind.

I checked myself first, I put some lip tint and powder, then sprayed dome perfume all over my body, not caring if I'll be cleaning all this things up. I started moping the floor, from the outside part to the floor of each cubicle, I even saw some sanitary pads on the trash bins and I can't believe that I really need to clean those up. Everything that I'm doing is all against my will. I cleaned everything up, wipe the cubicles and put the trashes out. Finally, how a long decade, note the sarcasm, I finally finished this fucked up punishment.

There he was, grainy footage, cheap bathroom tiles behind him, and that smug face twisted in lust while he fucked some nameless girl in a filthy toilet stall. I chuckled low, dragging my thumb across the screen to replay the clip. Each second was filthier, dirtier, more humiliating. Not because of what he did, hell, men like him always did worse, but because of where. The great Dominic Steele, who dined with billionaires and lectured shareholders about morals, caught rutting like a dog in a bathroom too nasty for rats. I leaned back, lips curling. "Beautiful," I whispered to myself, almost like a prayer. "Absolutely beautiful."

I’m a whore. A dirty little whore… I crave to be spanked, spat on, fucked like a slut, and left dripping with cum from my face to my boobs. But nobody knows that…Not my best friend or my parents. And certainly not my goody two shoes fiancé, who's currently staring at me with a wide grin on his face. “Liv” I heard him mutter, snapping me back to reality. “I’m sorry, what?” I blurted out, my face flushed with embarrassment at the kind of thoughts I was having , especially in a place like this.

“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.

she said softly, then turned back to me. “You done?” she asked. “Yeah.” I slumped back in my chair, suddenly exhausted. “I think that’s everything.” Lilac nodded, her eyes scanning me carefully. “And you’re sure you’re not leaving anything out? Because this feels like one of those drama series where there’s always one last bombshell.” “Very funny.” I rubbed my temples. “No, Lilac. That’s it. His dead wife, his secret daughter, and the freaking half a million dollars he sent me without saying a word.”

I pushed the brown locks away from his forehead and slowly my smile began to slip. How can we keep this a secret? How long can I continue to be the Beta’s dirty little secret? I laid back in the bed with a small smile and closed my eyes. I wasn’t sure how much longer it would be before the world found out, but for now, I wanted to be happy.

I whisper, looking straight down at my lap. How can my tongue ever tell his noble ears about this dirty shame? How can my voice confess to the highest alpha in the territory that my young body sold its virgin heat for gold resources? I don't know how many secret surveillance photos this blackmailer holds in their claws. My soul is so scared that my dirty history from the Duskwild Expanse will get leaked to the entire pack. Especially if his eyes find out...

And for someone like me, a man leading a double life, if something is too good and then it’s the worst thing waiting to happen. Proving me right I received an email directly from the source. The little nerdy girl wasn’t as nerdy, boring and submissive as she pretended to be. There’s a wide world of fantasies she’s hiding inside that head of hers which includes, in her words, ‘her sexy-arsehole-overbearing-know-it-all-Boss’. And that’s me. But this isn’t it. I have only uncovered half of what she’s hiding. There’s more lot to my little secretive secretary. And our worlds might not be as different as she thought. Because she came running right through the door she wanted to exit.

He’d been buying them. I leaned back slightly in the chair. The man was dead already, he just didn’t know it yet. “He’s dirty,” I said calmly. Vincenzo stared at the screen quietly, “How dirty?” I clicked another file open, pictures filled the monitor. Young girls entering Whitmore’s private jet. Different cities, different dates but same handlers. Adriano’s expression went flat, “Well,” he muttered, “Looks like we’re ruining a billionaire tonight.” I looked toward Vincenzo, “Do you want him bankrupt first,” I asked evenly, “or suicidal?”