Gentleman Secret Novels & Stories

Tom mused internally as he watched one of Grossman’s meaty henchmen shift his weight from foot to foot. The masks of fake politeness were properly off between them. But Mikhail Grossman was still Tom’s generous employer, and Tom - his overpaid, cocky but irreplaceable IT genius. It was still a mystery to Tom why Grossman suddenly became so suspicious. He had a vague idea it was something to do with Vlad, or maybe Leila being his fiancée. Nobody seemed to inform Grossman what had happened a few hours ago in Vlad’s office, and Tom didn’t feel their meeting was the occasion to break the bad news. He was calmly watching Grossman pace like a caged animal, oblivious to the secret symphony Tom cond

I guessed he wanted me to make the introduction myself instead. "Hi, gentleman. My name is Amelia and I am Mr Alessandro's Secretary." "Ouch." "Oh, his secretary?" The men reacted the same way and I nodded. "I thought it was something else or something more" One of the men stepped, ready to work his charm on me. "Well, if that's the case, I believe that means I have a chance, don't I? I have the chance to ask for your number so we can talk later, Secretary Amelia..."

Ryan asked as he played with my hair. “Well she told me that she suspected Gabriel to be in illegal dealings with a man.” I tried remembering his name but I forgot. “I forgot the name of the man. She said Most of his secret files were in his office which were kept in a safe. She said that the safe was hidden at the back of a portrait in the office,she said she couldn't open it and when he caught her loitering around he beat her to stupor.” I explained everything to Ryan. “He is one heartless man.” Ryan answered and I agreed with him.

He smiled when he saw me return. “You came back,” the man said. He pulled me close on the dance floor. His hand rested low on my back. “Tell me, beautiful. What do you want from a man like me?” I forced a smile and pressed my body against him. “Secrets,” I replied softly. “I like powerful men with dirty stories. Tell me about Mr. Havisham. I hear he pays well for silence.” The man laughed and spun me slowly. “You are dangerous,” he said. “Havisham cleans up his messes. Sarah was one of them. The girl who knew too much. He made sure she stayed quiet.”

Vulnerable. I needed to relax. From the bottom drawer of my nightstand, I pulled out the small pink vibrator I’d bought online last semester — my dirty little secret. No one knew. Not even my best friend. I lay back on the bed, spread my legs, and turned it on low. The buzz against my clit made me bite my lip to stay quiet. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander… to strong hands. To a deep voice calling me babygirl. To the way Alexander — Daddy — had looked at me downstairs.

If he wants silence, I’ll give him silence. “Open that compartment. There’s a pack of cigarettes there; pass it over,” he orders after nearly ten minutes of silence. I hear him loud and clear, but I pretend otherwise. I don’t even move an inch. He doesn’t push the matter. Less than ten minutes later, we arrive at a particular residential neighborhood. A breath locks in my throat, my heart rate picking up. I sit up to really take the environment in. “What the hell is this?” Mr. Petty Vigano doesn’t respond.

The moment we were half-hidden from the living room, he pressed up behind me again, mouth near my ear. “You’re still dripping,” he murmured, too quiet for them to hear. “I can smell it on you.” I elbowed him lightly, but my body betrayed me, a fresh pulse of heat between my thighs. “Stop. They’re right there.” “I know.” His hand squeezed my hip once, firm, before he grabbed the wine glasses and walked back out like nothing had happened. Dinner was charged from the start.

“Son, she’s the real deal. There’s no reason to wait any longer. Besides, I’m tired of pretending to be someone I’m not when she’s around.” “What do you mean? You don’t act any different when she’s around.” “My name, Scott. Hell, the other week, she kept calling me Mr. Jenkins, and I kept wondering who she was talking to. I’m too old to keep up with all these secrets.” “It’s just one secret.” “And it’s a big one.” “Not in the grand scheme of things.” “You don’t think you having more money than Kenny Chesney isn’t a big deal? You don’t think lying about your name isn’t a big deal? All right, what’s really going on? Why are you putting off telling her?”

He looked away from her as he whispered to them. “But Maan—“ Neil spoke. “No,” his voice was loud and clear. “Ansh, you can go, I am sleepy anyways,” She said, hiding her disappointment under her smile. “See, Aarvi is agreeing too,” Neil said from the other end. “Shut up assholes,” Anshuman screamed at them over the phone before putting it on mute. He cupped her cheeks as she stared at him. “You know I don’t want to leave this late, leaving you alone after we just—“

I have two hours to kill, so I lounge on the mattress in my boxer briefs, and start going through my pitch to my clients. A sudden scream Pierces through, In the blissful silence of triple glazed windows, the sound is piercingly loud. My papers slide off my lap as I jump off the bed. Sprinting throughout the lounge, I throw open my secretary’s bedroom door, and skid to a stop. She’s standing in the center of the room, clutching a small towel to her. She spins around and stutters.. Oh shit! "Eros, I mean, Sir”She stutters nervously.