Gentleman Secret Novels & Stories

The secretary is tidying up some papers, she looks stressed. -Who hit who? -I hear the director coming out of his office with the other guy, so I hide behind a wall. The man locks the door, when he passes the reception desk he leaves the key on top of some papers behind the secretary. The director leaves with the other guy. I take stealthy steps to where the secretary is. She looks very distracted in her business so, trusting me, I stretch out my hand and take the keys. She didn't notice.

He’d be damned if he lets the pervert anywhere near his secretary and make him believe he has a chance with her. “Ms. Knight,” He called, “Take the files that these gentlemen brought and bring it to one of the cabin crew at the back. I’ll talk to you later. I need you to sort everything while I finish up this meeting.” He said in a stern voice and he saw his annoyingly delectable secretary nod in submission and give an annoyed side-eye towards Ajax. She was pissed at the pervert, and for some reason, he enjoyed the pissed off look on the other man’s face as he followed Elena away until she disappeared behind the door. “Anyway, gentlemen,” Michael cleared his throat, “Let’s settle this, shall

…Selena's pov… My mind races with desperation and fear as I pace back and forth in my opulent apartment. I know I must protect my secret at any cost, even if it means delving into the shadows. My trembling hand reaches for the phone, dialing a number known only to me. The ring feels like an eternity until a deep, gravelly voice answers on the other end. It's Silent, the man I've entrusted with my darkest secrets. "Salena, I'm listening," Silent's voice resonates with authority.

“Hammond?” Dr. Hammond was still smiling. “We all know how this is going to play out. No need bringing me into it.” He nodded in greeting at Greta who was already arranging their belongings into a duffel bag before his eyes found Celine. His face pecked up, eyes interested. “Did my broody friend abduct you or something?” Celine’s cheek reddened and she looked away. He wasn’t totally far from the truth. “She’s his personal secretary.” Elizabeth pointed out, placing a sultry emphasis on ‘personal’.

The secretary announced with a shaking voice trying to avoid the supposed visitors gaze. “ Exit this office and leave us alone at once” Gerald ordered in a Icy tone that got the secretary scurrying away with fear without thinking twice or turning back. Gerald scoffed pushing the door aside and a badging in, he sat down on a chair opposite Emmy’s desk and crossed his legs in a manly manner, Emmy tried to hide her surprise and also tried to control her shaky hands beneath the table.

Mike’s voice snapped me back to reality. I stepped out of the car and into the building. The usual salutes from security and staff met me, but I barely acknowledged them. I was already in work mode. In no time, the elevator brought me to the fourth floor—my office. “The meeting with Mr. Hartley and Mr. Moreau is set to start in 30 minutes,” Mike informed me, his voice low and even. But something was off. His eyes avoided mine. His expression was tight. Of course, I understood. Witnessing your woman screwing another man—hell, that could destroy a man.

He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?" Luke was undeniably striking. At school, he was an iceberg, cold and untouchable. But in private, he was warm and almost clingy. In the past, I'd have melted into his arms, blushing. Now I just stepped back, creating distance. "Didn't you want to keep us hidden?" I muttered. His eyes flickered as he caught the edge of my tone. Still, he pressed on with the question that always lingered. "You know we can't go public."

“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.

He would fix that later. He opened the drawer beside him. Inside, nestled like a secret, was a tiny heart-shaped box—deep red velvet, beautiful and unmistakably expensive. A gift carefully chosen for one specific young lady. He thumbed the box lightly, imagining her reaction. Knock. Knock. A soft but firm knock broke the moment. “Sir,” Secretary Marcus called from outside. “I have a report from our men on the other end.” Aiden froze. Something about the tone—controlled but shaken at the edges—tightened the air in the room.

Sexually. I reach the small cabin which is built of glass outside the CEO's massive cabin. I see two telephones, a printer, and a fax machine on the table. I decorate my new table with the Hotwheels car, a dog's photo frame, ashtray, and the playboy swimsuit calendar. Yay! I see a file lying on the desk with the title, "Non-Disclosure Agreement." Which instantly clicks in my head, Christian Grey! Is Ryan into BDSM, wait that's why he chose me as his secretary? Does he know who I am?