Inside Affair Book Novels & Stories

Then it’s just us gathering papers, the air thick with everything we’re not saying. “You’re impossible,” Promise says quietly. I look up. His professional mask has cracked. “Am I?” I rounded the table, stopping just close enough to see his pulse hammering in his throat. “Or do I just want things you’re too afraid to reach for?” His jaw tightens. “This isn’t about…” “Isn’t it?” My voice drops. “We’re not talking about markets anymore, Promise.” His breath catches on his name. “Mateo…” The door swings open. Jennifer from Accounting, apologizing, grabs a folder. Promise moves past me so close his sleeve brushes mine, and I catch his scent, cedar, that’s been driving me slowly insane for months.

Opening it silently, I strained for signs of anyone else in the hotel who might recognize me or who I may know. Throwing caution to the wind, I stole down the hall, my feet lightly pattering on the marble floor as I hurried down to the bookshop. I looked around and found one I thought was fitting for the occasion: Lady Chatterley's Lover based on the title because I felt I could relate with her but half not trusting myself not to give in to the lust-filled pages and half gleeful with excitement, I chose the book and headed back to my suite. Shutting myself in the bedroom, I curled up on the oversized chair again and got lost in its pages.

I was used to the chaos, the noise from my landlord whenever he came back home, Amy coming in at early hours just to give me a gist of what I hadn't experienced yet. I grabbed my phone from under the pillow, time to call Amy. She picked up on the second ring, her voice thick with sleep. "Amy” “Dumb ass, what the hell? Who calls someone at 3:00 AM?” she said. “Whatever, I'm in a mansion. Like inside. You need to see this place.” I rolled on my tummy, dragging the sheets. “ Guess what? Levi's slate is Sexy as fuck!! That man is a walking sex. Like illegal hot. The media don't do justice to him.

“Fill me up. Don’t you even dare pull out.” I rolled her onto her back. She spread her legs wide open without being asked. I lined up and pushed in with one continuous thrust. The heat and tightness closed around me at once. She was soaked and needy enough that there was no difficulty with the intrusion, and the walls gripped hard. I buried myself inside her completely and stayed there, feeling the pulse of her around the base, then drew back and drove in again.

Once we’re inside my private wing, I kiss her hard against the wall, hands slipping under her hoodie to find warm bare skin. “Wait,” I say, forcing myself to pull back before we lose control completely. “I want to show you something first.” I lead her through the rooms like I’m handing her pieces of myself. The bookshelf crammed with worn novels and old naval maps. The leather chair I collapse into when insomnia claws at me. The balcony where the city lights blur into something almost peaceful. She trails her fingers along my desk, then picks up the half-finished pencil sketch of a rose I doodled during a mind-numbing council session.

Minutes later, I could hear sound from the room and I knew something was going on already. I told my friend everything he has been doing, though she suggested that I inform my parents, but I insisted, because I need no stress They walked out of the room, their faces flushed and their clothes disheveled, I pretended not to even see them, to avoid any interaction. "Darling, is this the lady you were forced to marry?" The woman in which Nathan brought in, asked. "Yes, she is the one, she looks weird right?" "Yes, very, I can't wait to be staying in with you"

“Oh, come on, Jane. Don’t pretend to be all noble and innocent. We both know that your father wasa petty thief, and Matthew bought you as his little trophy wife to free your dad. That’s how you ended up here, isn’t it?” My jaw tightened, and I struggled to keep my composure. “You don’t know anything about me or my family,” I snapped. “So stop acting like you do.” “Oh, but I do,” she said, her voice low and dangerous now. She took another step closer, until she was right in front of me, her eyes boring into mine. “I know exactly how women like you operate. You play the innocent, devoted wife, but deep down, you’re just trying to secure your place in this family. But let me make something very

And I was even more impressed when I opened the contents of the book. “Wow... I didn’t know you would go this much into detail. This is kinda impressive.” I commended as I read through the file. On the paper were different pictures of ladies and their personal information such as name, occupation, and even their body structure information. I was astounded by the intricate details being displayed by each lady and I couldn’t help but wonder how Enrique did it. “Damn... you sure put a lot of effort into this. Why didn’t you join the security agencies?” I asked but he laughed and scratched his head embarrassingly.

As soon as the bedroom door opened, Cheryl immediately turned around and looked at Rafael, who was standing behind her. "You can't make me sleep here, can you?" she asked with wary eyes. “Did I book another room? This is all that remains, princess.” Rafael smiled. Briefly, he still had time to cast a mocking glance when he saw Cheryl's pale face, who was staring in fear. The attic room was very narrow, very very thin. The area is less than half of the bathroom in the mansion. Even the mattress is only as large as the dressing table. No, Cheryl wouldn't be able to sleep there.

@iiiidlk Stay away from our President bitch secretary! @ Hannah lewis, While it is not uncommon, office affairs are often fraught with complexities. As an employer, it caused me a lot of grief. I have to make unpleasant decisions to break up a love triangle and see valuable employees leave because of scandals. Unwanted pregnancy is a nasty side-effect of this affair. @marcocoabenojar Technically, the man is a bachelor, and the woman is widowed. If they engaged in a consensual affair, what is there to fuss about?