My Secret Affection Novels & Stories

“I hate myself for it but I do. Fuck me like you own me.” I did exactly that. Long, powerful strokes that shook the bed. I reached under her and rubbed her clit in fast circles while continuing to pound her. My balls slapped against her with every thrust. The intensity built fast and brutal. Emotions crashed through me in a storm: lust so strong it hurt, guilt for corrupting her, and this deep, terrifying affection that made me want to protect her and ruin her at the same time. Right as she started trembling on the edge of release, I leaned close and dropped the secret I had carried for years. The one that would shock her to her core.

Now how was I supposed to get rid of a man like him? "You're probably just mistaking lust for affection. You'll get over it soon," I slipped out of his arms when he was distracted. "Isn't it sex you want, come on, maybe if we go at it one more time you'll finally realized that what you feel is just infatuation." I took off my shoes, then began taking off my dress. "I'm sure you have lots of beautiful women throwing themselves at you, you could have whomever you want. You'll get over me soon."

He just remembered something. "Shelby, I will like to talk to you, about something important, can we meet?" He questioned, looking quite distressed of the scene which just flashed on his head the minute he reminded Charlotte and that man he cheated on him with with. The day he caught them having an affair, the man's girlfriend also caught them, right? "Sure. So where should we meet?" She beamed out a smile, feeling happy he was asking her out again. "I will text you the exact location, Shelby,"

She put to bed a happy baby boy, who looked more chubbier than his elder sister did and he ended up buying the heart of everyone as well. Their lives were blessed as they lived in the most happiest moments of their lives forever. Their love started with a SECRET at first but it was a beautiful COUNTRY ROMANCE. THE END.

It proves that I meant entirely nothing to him. Her dark eyes flash. "Look who we have here care to introduce yourself, who are you?” she asks me cockily. “Am Eros Ramazzotti secretary"I say biting back at her although wincing at the way the title of secretary made evident that I was really just his secretary and nothing more.... "Are you another one of his bimbo's? Did you just have sex with him?” I ask her. She gives me a sly smile. “With who? I know I never fucked your man. I can see the fire in your eyes"She says in her slurry with a touch of an Australian accent.

Gerald then looked at her closely and tried to give her secret through just a glance but apparently Emily still didn't understand either. "So, that's the first explanation, but I'm sure if you have guessed the next secret which is quite big even in my opinion," Gerald muttered at once. Hearing this, Emily didn't understand. Oh, what riddle is this again? "Umm, I'm not good at guessing. So what?" she asked then. You can see the man staring at all the sides that are around them at this time. After Gerald felt safe, he immediately drew closer to Emily. "I.. gay," Gerald answered then and immediately Emily was silent for a moment. Ah, so it seems the secret is...

How could I afford an annulment that cost almost a million? I noticed Elena grimacing at me and signaling as she looked behind me. When I turned, I saw Ares entering the coffee shop where we were, his gaze fixed on me. I felt a rush of nerves at the intensity of his stare. He didn't smile—this was serious. Was this the feeling of having a secret kept from you? I couldn't bear this for much longer... As Ares approached, he briefly looked at Elena before turning his attention to me. His face was stern, making my chest tighten even more.

The drug's effects had worn off, but his eyes still burned with lust. That day, he said to me, "I'll take responsibility for this." And he did. He stopped fooling around with other women and became exclusive with me. Meanwhile, I rejected many offers to form marriage alliances with other men and stayed in Emilio's company. I stayed by his side. Whenever Christopher saw me bury myself in work while other heiresses partied it up abroad, he would ask me what about Emilio's company had me so enthralled. Countless times, I wanted to tell him about my relationship with Emilio. However, Emilio was adamant that we keep it a secret, when he usually went along with everything I said.

My chest bounced with the motion. His eyes locked on me, and the front of his pants had formed an unmistakable bulge. He cleared his throat, trying to hide it, but his heavy breathing and unrelenting stare betrayed him. I felt a flush of embarrassment, but underneath it was a guilty thrill: even after years of marriage, my body still held the power to tempt—just like before. I dared not imagine what it would feel like if he were to claim me with that wild, overwhelming intensity…

"But apparently even that's too much." "It's not about what I want. It's about what's wise." He stopped in front of a door marked 3F, pulling a keycard from his pocket. "Being affectionate in public will only cause complications. Questions. Gossip. My father doesn't know about the mate bond yet, and until I figure out how to tell him without it becoming a political disaster..." "I'm a secret," I finished. "Got it." "That's not what I said." "It's what you meant."