His Secret Lover Novels & Stories

The familiar thrill of secrecy flowing through her veins as she slipped out of the house, leaving little Raymond asleep in his crib and Rosalie with a maid. She drove to a secluded apartment on the edge of town, her heartbeat quickening as she knocked on the door. It opened to reveal her lover, his smirk as intoxicating as ever. “I wasn’t sure you’d come back,” he said, stepping aside to let her in. Catherine closed the door behind her, leaning in to kiss him. “We have too much to lose. I couldn’t stay away.” she said He pulled her closer, his hands resting on her waist. “And our plan?”

- Xavier - I could not get over what Kira told me. Giselle had a secret lover? That cannot be. I have not seen her with any man nor heard her speak about anyone, so why this? And that is why it is called a secret lover, my subconsciousness reminded me and I hissed with annoyance. If this is true then it cannot be good. What will happen to all my plans? I couldn't help but wonder who the princess was seeing as well.

My point in all this is, usually, wealthy people keep lovers, but they also keep them a secret because usually, there's always someone like my dad around the corner, someone they have already been arranged to be committed to, and when that person finds out about the relationship it usually doesn't end well. For some odd reason my heart picks up a more rapid beat. Well…. I asked for it. Christian says he wants me to pursue him since I said I would, but at the end of the day we're still just lovers, aren’t we? We're not anything serious. How do I pursue someone whose relationship with me is meant to be a secret?

Bianca's pulse quickened as the dark room suddenly became brightly lit. She closed her eyes and prayed in silence. "Did anyone forget to close this door? Why was it left open? Juan must have been careless this time, because he was too busy...hahaha...” A deep voice echoed through the cold room, then the sound of shoes getting closer and closer to Bianca. “Oh…God…” Bianca screamed inwardly, as the deep voiced man drew closer to her hiding place. The man looked around the large room and walked over to the countless piles of money.

Anshuman could not control himself as he let his fingers travel to her thongs only to find them soaking wet. “stand up and strip it off,” he ordered as she stood up with her wobbling knees, her legs felt like jelly as she looked into his eyes and then at his manhood. She bit her lip, closing her eyes for a moment before her hands went behind her back to open the hook of her bra. It dropped down her boobs the second she unhooked it; She let out a shaky breath as she looked at him; his eyes full of lust and adoration. “your thong as well,” his raspy voice was such a turn-on for her as she let her fingers down her sexy waist and into the thong before she slid it down her legs; it polled near he

But I was still here, still holding onto my job by a thread, and I wasn't about to let go. "Why not?" I said. "Women can seduce men into doing all sorts of things. And it's not like I'm trying to get him to give up national security secrets or something." The more I spoke, though, the more I realized exactly how absurd all of this sounded. As I mentioned before, I'm not a troll, but I'm also not exactly movie-star gorgeous, either. I like my smile. And sometimes people will compliment me on my thick hair (a gift from my Greek heritage on my mom's side). I'm that girl who glides through life without most people noticing her one way or the other. I don't get catcalled walking down the street -

“I’ll be your secret lover instead. I’ve thought about this carefully myself. I don’t see myself genuinely loving you. Instead, I only like you because I’ve been lonely for so long, plus the men around me don’t interest me, which is why I’m pouring out my emotions on you. I don’t want to feel that lonely anymore. “In actuality, I don’t have that many feelings for you romantically. I thought about Jade and Ciara, only to realize I didn’t have any envy or jealousy toward them at all. I only feel that you can belong to whoever you want, or have whoever you want. “Which is why I don’t think what we have is love. After all, love isn’t supposed to feel possessive, right? However, I don’t mind it.

I nodded even though he couldn't see me, "I found a guy lying there—" "Wait, wait," he cut me off making me furrow my brows, "how could you have found him? I've gotten rid of him hours ago." There was a minute of silence from both our sides. I was beyond confused. "Sean," he spoke after a few more seconds of silence, "did you see a girl there? Long black hair? Blue eyes? Pale skin?" "Yes. You know her?" I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a groan, "I'm so fucking confused right now."

She asked when he didn't say anything. "Victoria, I'm not going to say it again. Don't overstep." He kept his eyes on his hand, and although he wasn't annoyed his voice carried the tone. "I'm sorry if I overstepped but I know that a man like you doesn't up and buy a mansion like that unless..." His eyes snapped to hers, it wasn't hard or dark. "Unless what?" He pressed. He watched her swallow, then took a deep breath. Her eyes never leaving his face for a second. "Unless there's a mistress, but I think the best term should be a 'secret lover'. I don't think you're that kind of a man but_"

So losing her again didn’t seem that big of a deal. It was still 6 am and there were still 3 hours till she needed to reach college. Siana just sat down on the sofa and stared at the wall. All of a sudden her phone buzzed and she snapped out of her thoughts. She went looking for it and the message that she received puzzled her. “If you wanna know your lover’s secrets, come meet me princess.” Princess…it was the stalker! He even knew about Verona? What did he want to tell her now? And what secrets was Verona hiding?