Dirty Little Secrets Novels & Stories

“Fine.” I pulled a small device from my pocket, fingers flying over the screen. Within seconds, the room lights flickered. Phones buzzed. The giant screen at the far end of the hall—once meant for operas—lit up. Bank accounts. Off-shore transfers. Hidden mistresses. Drug routes. Every dirty secret I’d cracked in the last hours danced across the screen for all of them to see. The men shifted. Some swore. One slammed his fist against the table. “Careful, boy,” the gold-chain man snarled.

She looked like a mother asking her daughter about her first date. I rolled my eyes and threw a slice of garlic to her. "Quit thinking dirty things." I laughed. Ethan and I decided to hide our relationship for now. That's enough for me as long as we have a clear understanding about us, not like before. "Now you're talking." She replied and closed the laptop. She removed her eye glasses and stood up. "You are so obvious, Jessy. I'll just wait." She said and went straight to the comfort room. What?

God knows the narrative didn’t need more fuel. The room was too clean. Too white. Too cold. I dropped my bag at the foot of the bed and sat down, staring at the blank TV screen like it might show me a different life. Then my phone buzzed. T*****r. I*******m. Blog links. “The Nanny Scandal: Who Is May Hemlings?” “Leaked Video Exposes CEO’s Secret Affair.” “From Nobody to Notorious: The Woman at the Center of It All.” I threw the phone across the bed. It bounced once, landed screen-down.

The headlines flashed dangerously before me: “Billionaire Big-shot busted in bathroom bonanza with another dude;” “Toilet tryst torches tycoon’s rep: caught pants-down with a guy;” “Filthy rich and filthy habits: billionaire’s bathroom boy-toy bust;” The morbid names kept coming, each worse than the order that held me bound to where I was as I watched him leave the bathroom. As soon as his presence left I felt some sort of motion in my bones. I moved slowly, pushing the door.

I have it saved because I hunted down for it and found it in the original lease agreement of her apartment before she bought it. My cock gives a twitch as I press the phone to my ear. “Evan Montague.” “Oh, that’s your name now?” she asks angrily. She’s always so damn angry now. It makes me so fucking hard to know that I’ve pissed her off as much as she did me. “Really? You’re not afraid that the whole world will find out?” “No, because you’re keeping my secret for me,” I say before sitting back in my chair. “My dirty little secret.”

“Once upon a time, you didn't mind me being in a bathroom alone with you " I gasp, trying to shove him away, but he’s stronger than he looks and his hold on my breast turns firmer. “Don’t touch me. ” “Shh,” he murmurs, leaning in so his lips brush my ear. “You don’t want to scream, do you? You don’t want all those people out there finding out about our little secret. Imagine the scandal. Your perfect family name dragged through the mud again. Your husband finding out exactly what kind of girl he married. Everyone knowing what a desperate little whore you are."

100 sins piled up, looping like a horror reel. Backstage, Riccardo hit Enter, and a chorus of pings erupted as every hater's phone lit up with a notification. They scrambled to check, each finding a compressed file named "Your Exclusive Gift". Inside were their secrets: a married man's affair videos, a white-collar worker's embezzlement records, a student's bullying footage, and so on. ... The hall fell deathly silent. Then my phone chimed. The Misfortune Transfer System countdown hit zero.

The offer loomed over them, huge and frightening. "This," he said, gesturing toward the now-dark television screen, "this sideshow out there… They are attempting to write our narrative for us. They desire to make it small. Sordid. A tawdry tabloid affair between a powerful old man and his ambitious young plaything." His voice was heavy with disdain. "They want to make what we have a dirty secret. He took one final step, bridging the space between them. He was close enough that Davidson could see the silver spots in the blue eyes, the fine lines of fatigue and pain at their edges.

“But your wife called me directly today. She knows my name, Zayn. She screamed at me over the phone, saying she’d drag your name through every tabloid if you don’t end it.” My pussy throbbed despite the fear, the danger making everything feel hotter. I grounded against his thigh, needing his cock, with my nipples hard. He broke the kiss, breathing heavy, and yanked my blouse open, buttons flying. “Let her scream. She has her secrets.” He shoved my bra down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make me cry out. His other hand pushed under my skirt, fingers sliding into my soaked folds. “So fucking wet already. You love this, don’t you? Love being the dirty secret that co

This scene represents the most vulnerable state my eyes have ever seen his frame in, and my mind wonders if his wolf has ever been this raw with any alternative female across the borders. My thoughts could dwell on that beautiful fact for hours on the couch, but there is also the massive family bomb that just exploded inside his living room. “Wait—your mother executed a secret affair with Darius—had a biological pup with his wolf—and zero wolves inside the dominion know about the blood?” His half-smile is completely panty-melting against the dark room. “The text represents just one of our many dirty little secrets inside the dominion.”