Dirty Little Secrets Novels & Stories

“Quietly. Take every inch like the slut you are for me.” The chair creaked softly as I bounced, his cock hitting that perfect spot each time. We kept our voices to harsh whispers. “Harder,” I begged. “Claim me right here where you work.” He thrust up sharply, making me whimper. “You love this, don’t you? Sneaking around while your mother’s home. My dirty secret.” “Yes… I’m your dirty secret.” The words pushed me closer. My clit rubbed against him with every grind until I came hard, clenching around him, biting his lip to stay silent.

And once I did, every single one of them came apart like cheap fabric. One guy had been quietly involved in a corporate espionage scandal over a fifteen-thousand-dollar pen. A pen. Another woman ran a so-called “motivational retreat” that somehow ended with multiple lawsuits about goat therapy. And the last candidate of the day seemed like a normal, respectable man until I found his private blog claiming billionaires live in underwater cities. By the end of it, I was done. I came home, dropped my phone on the table, and decided I wanted something different tonight. Something I could control. Something that didn’t irritate me. That’s when I pulled up Velvet’s page.

But just as she was settling into a particularly vindictive scheme, her phone buzzed on the desk, interrupting her thoughts. Curious, she glanced at the screen. A news alert flashed before her eyes: **"Shocking Revelations: The Scott Family's Dark Secrets Exposed!"** Her heart raced as she clicked on the link, her stomach sinking as she read the headline. The article detailed an explosive exposé revealing her parents’ involvement in the murder of Aria’s biological mother, the takeover of properties, and the deceptive adoption of Aria.

Well, I could use that to my advantage. I dialed a familiar number. “Derrick,” I said cooly when the line connected, “How's my favourite tabloid vulture?” “Demi. You know I'm busy,” Derrick replied. “Well, whatever it is, I'm sure you're not too busy for a career-making story.” “What do you have for me?” “The Montgomery’s boy. A secret wife. On Petty Island. Getting Cozy.” A pause followed. “You're joking.” I laughed. Good. Now, he was interested. “I never joke about scandal, Derrick. I'll send you the photos.”

Jamie disappeared without a sound, leaving us alone with the ghosts in those pages. I flipped the first file open. The words blurred then sharpened with terrible clarity. Each line punched the air from my lungs. Bank transfers. Secret meetings. Compromising photos. Every dirty secret Alex thought was buried. My knuckles turned white around the edges. "How—" "Please." Rolin's chuckle was dark velvet. "I breathe this air." Typical. The man collected secrets like others collected art. I kept reading, the room shrinking with every page. My ex-husband's life unfolded in damning detail:

"Do you want me to start airing all your dirty secrets right here?" With a snap of his fingers, the large screen nearby suddenly lit up. It began playing a montage of Lily's "highlight moments"—videos of her splurging recklessly at nightclubs, chat logs of her instructing Frank to embezzle company funds, and even explicit photos of her with several younger men. "Damn! This is way too scandalous!" "It turns out she's a gold digger! I can't believe she tried to pin the blame on others!" "Someone like her is better off dead anyway!"

I looked down, my eyes widening in pure horror as the new message populated on the screen. "Unknown; Look at that, your reputation is already in the gutter. Let's make a deal. If you don't drop out of the duet or botch the performance next week, the hospital photo goes on the forum next. Let's see how your scholarship and your precious GPA handle a prostitution scandal like that. Clock is ticking, Dark Bird." My breath completely caught. The trap was perfectly laid. If I sang well, my life was ruined by the blackmailer. If I dropped out or botched it, my GPA died, and my only ticket out of the club life evaporated.

As I was walking around, I came to a halt in front of the mirror and approached it; I know it's scary to look in the mirror at midnight, but I noticed something, I saw the CCTV camera that was only a tiny part of, and I backed away. Is Ace looking at me now? Is this the only location with a CCTV camera, or is there another? I took down the small camera, as well as my panties and bra, which I had hidden earlier where Ace couldn't see them, as well as my used clothes, which I had hidden in a safe place.

Just now, it striked me as kinda unfair given that the cameras would be around much more than David would be, but hey. As I climbed out of his truck without so much as a good-bye and slammed the door, I reminded myself again. I agreed to this. THIS IS THE END OF DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS BOOK SERIES 1. THE NEXT SERIES WILL BE UPDATED SOON KEEP CHECKING AND SUPPORT ME.

There were plenty of Phillips in the country. “Eve, please don’t tell your boyfriend,” Pam whispered. “He made me sign all this legal shit, a non-disclosure agreement with rules and everything.” She sucked in a breath. No. It couldn’t be. “I’m not supposed to contact you ever again but I couldn’t leave things like this. I’m sorry,” Pam said. She looked up and saw Roman standing in the doorway and he looked guilty as fuck. She hung up without hearing another word of what Pam was saying and her heart cracked.