My Boss My Secret Lover Novels & Stories

Lily: "James, I have to tell you something. I can't keep it a secret anymore." James: "What's wrong, Lily? You're scaring me." Lily: "I know we agreed to keep our feelings hidden, but I can't do it anymore. I have feelings for you, James. Strong feelings." James: "Lily, I've been feeling the same way. I just didn't want to complicate things with Sarah." Lily: "I know, and that's why we have to keep this a secret. But I can't keep pretending that nothing has changed between us."

Cecilia All my life I've been waiting for my mate. I never thought he would turn out to be my boss. I’m his secretary by day, but his secret lover by night. That’s been our status quo for four years now. He says an Alpha in his position must maintain his reputation. “My family’s honor is my greatest privilege,” he once said to me. Honor might keep Emeric Garvalle from claiming me properly as his. But it sure doesn’t stop him from devouring me during our weekly hookups. Nor does it stop him from locking his office door behind us and bending me over his big mahogany desk whenever he feels so inclined.

I guess he was right about taking this slow. "Why does this feel like an illicit affair between a married boss and secretary in the office's bathroom?" "The sexiest secretary to ever exist" "Narcissist much? In case you didn't notice, I'm the boss in this scenario" "I still stand by my words" I snort "I'm hungry" "What do you want?" "Anything will do" Spinning me around, he kisses me deeply before saying "I'll see what I can whip up"

He just gives Remy's back a slap of encouragement. “You keep that promise, kid. Make your mom proud.” He finally speaks up. At this very moment, I realized something. My heartbeat quickens and my adoration for Spencer can be seen in my eyes from miles away. I can't deny it anymore. Even though it hurts to admit it, I think I'm in love with my boss. I think I can't suppress this feeling anymore. Seeing him this way makes my heart jump and reveal all the love it has cherished for Spencer. It fucking sucks that my love will always remain one-sided.

The lights are off — but through the door, I hear it. Soft music. Familiar dialogue. “If we’re fated, we’ll meet again in the next life.” And a low, quiet whisper. “You will, Eun-bi.” I smile to myself, shaking my head. My boss — the man who once filed an HR complaint because I sneezed too enthusiastically — is a secret romantic disaster. And I’m the only one who knows. God help me. Because this is only Episode One.

“Oh, it’s the little touches that make the most impact, don’t you think?” I can’t help but laugh, though I quickly cover my mouth, shaking my head in disbelief. “You didn’t…” “I absolutely did,” he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Nothing says ‘I know your dirty little secret’ quite like sending a pair of panties and a bottle of liquor as a reminder.” The boss on screen slams the box shut, glancing around nervously as he shoves it under his desk. His affair partner stands there, clearly confused, trying to piece together what just happened.

Or is our CEO hiding something big? Comments flooded in fast. *Wait… is the boss GAY?* *Finally explains why he never looks at any of the women throwing themselves at him.* *That’s his lover? Damn, he has good taste.* *Cold Silas has a secret boyfriend. The internet is going to lose it.* *Who is the guy though? His face is not clear but body looks sexy.* Shit!

My fiancée, Harper Turner, kept a young lover at her private estate, and his features looked almost identical to mine when I was younger. She bought Dylan Cole limited-edition sneakers, took him to exclusive venues, and made sure he never crossed paths with me. Everyone in our circle knew I was the one boundary she would never cross. She had even bought the coffee shop I frequented simply because I'd once casually remarked, "The coffee here is really good." But this time, her pampered little lover had grown bold. He filmed a private video of himself with my fiancée and slipped it into the promotional video for our wedding. "Mr. Parsons, I know I'm only her kept man, but Miss Turner swit

In a flash, my back was pressed against the cold bathroom wall. We were both soaking wet. I could feel the heat of his naked body pressed against mine. I tried to break free, but he only moved closer. One of his arms was raised beside my head, effectively blocking my path. “What are you—” my voice trembled. “Did you think I didn't know?” he whispered softly, yet every word was clear. My eyes widened. “What are you talking about?” I replied, forcing myself to stay calm even as my heart raced. “Something happened between you and my dad,” he whispered again, his face now even closer to mine. “Your stepfather.”

"And now I'm here. Look at me, Elowen. Look at my hands. Look at my chest. Am I a boy to you?" ​She swallowed hard, her eyes fluttering shut for a fraction of a second as a shiver ran through her entire body. "No," she whispered, the confession torn from her throat against her will. ​"No," I repeated softly, my free hand coming up to wrap around the back of her neck, my thumb resting over her racing pulse point. I tipped her head back, forcing her to look into my eyes, into the dark, possessive reality of what I felt for her, what I had been hiding behind polite dinners and family gatherings for years.