Dirty Little Secrets Novels & Stories

Sabrina, clearly getting the wrong idea and thinking I wanted to find somewhere private to fuck her, followed me. I followed Ava’s scent, completely ignoring Sabrina as she trailed behind me. When we reached an isolated spot behind the cabanas, Ava turned around and pulled off her top, completely exposing her breasts to the evening air. She knew exactly what kind of reaction I had back at the club, and she was using it against me. Those pink little buds seemed to stare at me, beckoning me to taste them. That second of distraction was all Sabrina needed. She lunged forward, her hand reaching into my shorts and wrapping around my bulging cock. She started working her hands with a magic that sp

“For fucking what?!” “Money, Ms May. The game begins and ends here only. Money. When she sold the story about us, a lot of other investors and entrepreneurs approached her to sell some dirty details to them. Lucky for us, we found the guy who publishes all these illegal things. He wasn't hard to find. Rick had his own professionals to do his work.” “How?” “Rick. Don’t forget what he covered for the both of us, Ms May.” I quickly realised what he was talking about. None of the public knows about Rita till now, not even Jonathan. Thinking of Jonathan, I instantly turn to him.

Elara’s phone screen lit up with a notification that stopped her heart cold. An unknown email address had sent a video file titled “Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret.” Her fingers trembled as she opened it. The footage began playing automatically. There she was, completely naked, riding Jax hard in the Big Sur cabin, her head thrown back in ecstasy while he gripped her hips and thrust up into her. The camera angle was perfect, capturing every explicit detail. Every moan. Every slap of skin. Every creampie he had filled her with.

“Evan John? Please. That man is walking red flags in designer. All that money and fine-boy vibe? Yeah, it’s giving dirty secrets. Cheating, bribes… God knows what else. Men like him stay messy.” She stepped closer, dropping her voice like it was something dangerous. “We dig up everything. I mean everything. No soft evidence, no weak links. We want the kind of proof that can’t be bought, can’t be silenced. We find what he’s hiding and we bury him with it.” Her lips curled into a cold, wicked smile. “And when we’re done? Oh, we aired him out properly. I want the whole world watching when his little perfect image crashes. No mercy, no filter.”

I locked myself in the farthest stall and slid down until I was sitting on the closed lid. With shaky fingers, I typed back. Riley: Who are you? Delete that right now. This is fucked up. The reply came almost instantly. Unknown: Someone who knows exactly what a dirty little secret you’ve been hiding. Bunny. I stared at the screen. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes My life was flashing before me: the group chats exploding, my parents finding out, Jake of all people laughing his arrogant ass off if it ever reached him. He’d never let me live it down.

When I finished writing that, I suddenly started writing in my journal about this, from how it started to the whole scene. And as I’m speaking to you, I am staring at the page, at the last sentence: ‘If you want big money, you have to do something dirty for it.’ Then I titled the journal's day entry as Dirty Money.

This time, she sat. The leather was expensive. Everything in this room probably costs more than her monthly salary. Adrian took his seat across from her and slid a thick folder across the desk. “What’s that?” she asked. “Your lifeline.” She opened it cautiously. Legal language greeted her. Dense. Precise. Intimidating. “NDA?” she asked. “Yes.” “Plural?” “Yes.” She flipped pages, eyes widening. “Non-disclosure, non-disparagement, media conduct—are you serious?”

Didn’t grab my arm. Didn’t say wait. I got to the door. Hand on the knob. Panic clawed up my throat. I spun around. “What about your secret fetish ?” I blurted. Voice cracking. “The one where you want a threesome? With me and her? You still want that?” The room went dead quiet. Noah’s face went white. “How…how the fuck do you know that?” Yvana laughed. Slowly and Smug. “Oh honey. You really thought he kept secrets from me?”