His Secret Lover Novels & Stories

I turned and left before they could see the storm building on my face. That night, I couldn’t sleep. My mind replayed everything: the kiss, the silence, the order from Mr. Smith. It was all too much. So I grabbed my car keys and drove. The city lights blurred past me. Neon signs. Tall buildings. Empty streets. Eventually, I stopped in front of a place I told myself I’d never visit again. Velvet Room. The name glowed like temptation itself. It was a high-end sex club. Discreet, masked, no cameras, no questions.

“Thank you for telling me. I know you probably have a thousand more secrets but I’m grateful you told me what you did. I won’t say anything to anyone unless you want me to.” I smiled at her. “Please don’t,” She mimicked zipping her lips up and throwing the key away. Then she shimmied off her bed and started towards our bathroom. I followed suit and began to get ready for bed. It took me a while to fall asleep that night. I was second guessing telling Loren. I supposed the potential mate bonds between the school’s assholes was the least of my secrets. Being the Princess was number one and I still kept that one to myself. But, if Loren could handle my weird feelings and my secret meetings with

He says. "It doesn't work that way..." I try to reason with him. "I don't want to hear it, Sister. I don't care how you get the money but you have twenty-four hours. If I don't get the money in my account by this time tomorrow..." he trails off. "I will be sure to spill your little secret to your boyfriend." He says. "Please..."

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

At her words, I swiftly snatched Elena's phone, scrutinizing the entire article, stopping at my sister's full name. It all started when Anastacia, once engaged to Ares Constantine, discovered her sister Agatha's secret relationship with her former fiancé. This betrayal prompted Anastacia to seek revenge alongside her ex's stepbrother, Hector Apollo Aragon. They were spotted together in a bar. See photos below.

“First, I want to say I also have a secret which I hid from you for years. Every time we were drinking together, I would pretend to be drunk after only a few drinks. My alcohol level is much higher than what you think. You would always get more comfortable around me when you thought I was drunk. You would sit next to me and talk to me. Never once did I ever blackout or forget what happened. I would only act like I didn’t remember. Which brings me to my second point. I was acting very drunk the night of your going away party. I wanted you to take me home because I wanted some time alone with you.” A smile dances across his lips as he looks down at our hands. “It worked perfectly. I

Learn all his my dirty secrets before he takes me down or whatever his plan is. He had kneeled beside me, swiveling my chair until I was facing him. His hands rested on my thighs, his thumbs caressing them softly as he knelt between my parted legs. My breath hitched, I could feel myself getting excited. Scar wouldn’t shut the fuck up either, begging me to claim him. He stared into my eyes, his face was soft compared to his usual sternness. “You can tell me, Tara. You know that I will always keep your secrets,” he whispered, his chocolate scent relaxing me.

"Make this quick will you? I'm running late." He faced her fully, one arm resting on the steering wheel. "I understand why you can't be my girlfriend. You explained it and I caught a glimpse of it. I'm sorry about Abby." She nodded. "But Lacey I want you to be my girlfriend." She was very ready to step out of the car. She'd talked to him, like Becket asked. But then, "Your whole life is a secret. Who you are is a secret, your brothers are a secret. No one knows we talk to each other, or hell, that I know you. So what is one more secret? Be my girlfriend Lacey and no one has to know. We won't tell anyone. It'll be our secret. Our thing. Lacey these weeks since I've told you what I want have b

I raised an eyebrow, needing to have it all laid out. I knew, somewhere deep down, that I should ask more questions. But in the moment, I repeated the one that mattered to me most. “I’m not a secret anymore?” “Not from Beth.” I saw the faintest hint of conflict in his eyes. Even so, hearing the words again felt like a forklift had just been lifted off of my soul. Beth knew. Danny chose me. I was no longer a secret. Between that… the relief that my earlier insecurity was proven wrong… and the way the mate bond sparks pulled at me… I was a goner.

Phedra Elizabeth kept shouting at the same time but did not dare to say it out loud. Oriana Alice gently opened the door and looked inside. In the scene in front of Oriana Alice's eyes is the person she loves passionately, considerately with her secretary, the two people show love for each other. Body to body, skin to skin. Oriana Alice's heart seemed to be broken into pieces. “You want to know where Miss Alice hides secret documents? Kiss me and I'll tell you."