Gentleman Secret Novels & Stories

He has nothing to be ashamed of. The young man raised his eyebrow when his secretary entered, quickly avoiding eye contact. What the fuck? Is he gay? "Are you gay, Tristan?" he asked his secretary while holding himself. Tristan gulped before shaking his head. "N-no sir-" "Then what the fuck are you still doing? Remove and kick this pathetic woman out of my sight. I don't want her anymore -" "Ashton! You can't do this to me!" The woman, whose name he did not know, responded tearfully.

“You share that stuff with him?” “Absolutely.” See, that’s where things didn’t add up. A man like him—tall, cocky, infuriatingly attractive—doesn’t usually own a small fluffy dog, much less share sugary pink milk with it. “Maybe I’m not the jerk you keep making me out to be.” He grabbed my hand and guided it to his crotch. “Maybe I just have a big dick. Doesn’t mean I am one.” “What’s your secretary’s name?” “Elaine.”

Jasmine. Jasmine, the woman who pretends that she had slept with my man, the same one who was sleeping with his father, was all teeth when I walked in, as if she won the lotto. “ Gentlemen, what's the meaning of this?” I ask my eyes never vary from the man who sat at the head of the table. He, too, seems to have fallen into the gravity of the situation, avoiding my eyes. “ You are a secretary of this company, how could you sell company secrets to our competitors?” Someone from behind me asks.

Dangerous. As I sank into my chair, my body trembling with a mixture of exhaustion and adrenaline, I realized that the rehearsal dinner was far from over. I thought Julian was the one in control, holding me in his tight, political grip. But as Tyler picked up the black gift box and began to stand, I knew the real power in the room had just shifted. The roar of the ballroom suddenly faded into the background. Everything narrowed to the man who knew what had become my dirtiest secret.

Every man there was trying to figure out how to live with what they did. The second week the group leader asked if anyone wanted to share. Before I could talk myself out of it I raised my hand. "I'm Damian" I said. My voice shook. "I cheated on my wife with my secretary. The affair lasted four months. My wife found out by walking in on us. We got divorced. I've been trying to win her back for months but I keep making things worse." "How do you keep making things worse" the group leader asked. He was an older man named Frank who had been running the group for ten years after his own affair ended his marriage.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

Then came the clauses printed in the same clean typeface as the rest, as if they belonged there without question. Availability. Discretion. Compliance during designated private hours. No guests. No overnight absences without prior approval. The language was precise and clinical. It did not need to be crude to make its meaning clear. The man who slid the final page toward her was named Vincent. Forty-three, tall, composed, with the kind of stillness that made silence feel intentional. He watched her read without interrupting. When she reached the last line he simply said, “You understand what you’re agreeing to.”

Her fingers trembled as she accepted the sealed documents from Em, her name scribbled in bold letters across the front. Em's hesitant expression sparked curiosity, but Luna's focus remained on the papers. "What's this?" she asked, eyeing the package in her hands. The secretary's eyes darted around the living room for a brief moment before settling on Luna. "I had to deliver it by Mr. George's instructions. It seemed urgent and very important," she shuddered, remembering the way he gazed at her unnervingly.

This was the Ethan I knew. The man who could make me feel like I was the only woman in the room. The man I had fought for. The man I had waited years to have completely. I touched his cheek. “Then don't give me a reason to doubt you.” “I won't.” He kissed my hand. Then he stood and pulled me into his arms. I rested my head against his chest. His heartbeat was steady beneath my ear. For those few seconds, everything felt normal. Almost perfect. And that was what made the secrets between us feel so dangerous.

“I just miss you, and I don't want you to give her any of your attention, she’s just a gold digger looking for the next quick buck” I laughed, “That woman you see in there, is the CEO of a very popular Fortune 500 company. I'm very proud to now add to my collection, you will behave yourself around Camile, I won't accept any disrespect of any…” She jumped on me, kissed me intensely, and she wouldn't let go, I tried to nudge her off but she wouldn't. Her hand slipped into my pants, and it was already hard, I'd been hiding the bulge since the ride home.