Fiancé Fell In Love With His Intern Secretary Novels & Stories

"Forget about the status, how many people have actually seen Mr. Solomon and her being intimate? My wife just sent me those overseas rumors, and apart from the recent ones, the ones before weren't even considered intimate. I don't know how, but suddenly she's risen in rank..." "I have women working in my office too. Just now, my wife called, threatening to divorce me if I didn't replace all of them. She even threatened to kick me out." "Seriously, our Mr. Solomon doesn't seem like someone who would be fooled by a woman. This time, he fell for Secretary Woods' ploy... Choosing to marry a secretary with no influence at all instead of a wealthy heiress, I wonder what he's thinking." Fiona took

At long last, Isaac called, asking, "Why aren't you at home?" "I'm at Randall Theater right now," I answered with not a single fleck of emotion in my voice. As if abruptly recalling something, Isaac fell silent for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry. I got held up with something this afternoon. Wait there. I'll come over to pick you up." I didn't decline his offer, but I knew he wasn't coming. True enough, moments later, Jenny uploaded a new Instagram story. "Afraid I'd get a cold from the rain, my beloved CEO and soon-to-be husband made me some chicken soup! Men who can cook are awesome. I can't wait to marry him!"

I questioned. My voice became crackly when I continued, “You gave out my internship to Tania. Despite knowing that Tania cheated on you, you went to meet her past midnight. This shows that you are madly in love with her. I am an obstacle between you two, so I am asking for an out. Shouldn't you be happy?” Xander's POV What the fuck was my wife speaking? Was Tania's internship originally hers? I asked her immediately, “Were you entitled to get the internship at Lennon Hospital, Zara?”

But she never once stopped to consider if I was exhausted or how humiliating it might be for me to face our guests alone and explain that my fiancée wouldn't be coming. "Did it ever occur to you to ask how I got to the engagement venue? Or how I handled everything after?" Cassidy didn't even blink. "You're not some fresh grad. You're experienced. I knew you'd manage just fine." "Cassidy, don't be like this," Stanley said gently, stepping forward. His gaze turned back to me, soft with regret. "I'm sorry. You know Cassidy's always been gentle. It's only when it comes to me that she gets flustered and starts acting irrational."

It was Flynn Darcy, a guy I knew back in college, who was one year older than me. In the end, I stayed in Salvania to keep my professor company, and Flynn let me rent the top floor of his house. Slowly, we became close. One night, we both drank too much and accidentally slept together. I felt embarrassed and awkward, so I planned to move out. However, Flynn dropped to his knees and proposed to me. As it turned out, he had been secretly in love with me since we were in college. Unfortunately, I was already dating Harry at the time. I had fallen head over heels for him and spared no attention to anybody else. Heartbroken, Flynn had no choice but to stay silent and give up.

Feeling sorry for him and recognizing some genuine talent, I not only funded his education but also made an exception by offering him an internship at Zeller Inc. I never imagined this would be how he repaid me. By crawling into my wife's life and becoming a pretty boy living off her support. … Amanda came out of the shower and found me still staring at my phone. Walking over, she wrapped her arms around me from behind. "Honey, what are you looking at so seriously?" "Nothing. I was just looking at the company's new male secretary. He seems energetic." I said, locking the screen without batting an eyelid and turning to face her.

Her hands gripped the marble edge, her knuckles white and her magazine-cover face contorted in pleasure, and behind her, his pants around his ankles, his shirt half-unbuttoned, was Hudson. My fiancé. The man I was supposed to marry in twenty-five minutes. He was fucking her. Hard. His fingers dug into her hips as he slammed into her, the filthy slap of skin against skin filling the room. His cock disappeared into her again and again, glistening with her wetness every time he pulled back. “Oh fuck, Hudson, yes,” Maribel moaned, her voice breathy and desperate. “Harder. Fuck me harder.” Time stopped instantly. My heart stopped. Everything stopped except them.

“It all happened over a drunk late night at the office. We were supposed to pull an all-nighter at work but she did just that in my bed. She gave me the best sex of my life, Jenna. Who knew my own secretary could be all I ever want in a woman?’ My heart sank. “Your secretary?” “Oh, you didn't know that part? I got a hard on the moment I saw her apply for the role in those short skirts. I got to take her to the office late at night. We made out and now, she has my heir. A male. She's thirteen weeks gone, by the way. And now that I think about it, I realize I really never needed you in the first place.” His fingers travelled under her skirt and I watched how he started working them beneath her

A guy answered instead of Kimberly. "Shut up. I thought you said you needed the job badly. Miss, did you get the job or he yelled at you to leave his office? You know he's kind of weird. He behaves like a wounded lion." The girl chuckled with a shrug. "His fiancee probably left him a day to their wedding." The guy said and they all laughed till they forgot that someone was watching them. Damien. He kept nodding his head as he watched his so called new secretary laugh with the two fools.

"I'm your fiancee, not your nanny. Just have your assistant handle those things, can't you?" She always brushed me off with similar excuses. I lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, the nicotine bitter on my tongue. The cigarette burned down to ash, just like my relationship with Serena. I had once dreamed of marrying her and spending my life with her. I smoked through the entire night, and Serena did not come home at all. When I arrived at the office the next day, I realized that I had become the subject of everyone's gossip. Someone whispered, "Look! Mr. Grant is here."