My Secret Affection 소설 & 이야기

She said, “Orien. Your name lingered on my lips like a prayer, a secret I kept hidden from the world. I watched you, enamored by your kindness, your gentle spirit that drew me closer like a moth to a flame. But my affection for you was a forbidden garden, my emotions a tapestry of unspoken words and silent yearning. From the first moment our paths crossed, I felt a connection with you that transcended mere friendship. Your laughter, your compassion, everything about you left an indelible mark on my heart. Yet, my feelings for you remained buried, concealed beneath a facade of camaraderie. As time unfurled its delicate threads, my affection for Orien blossomed into a love I could scarcely con

“Don’t.” “I mean it.” I turned in his arms, looked up at him. “I don’t want to be the other woman, Cassian. I don’t want to be the secret.” He cupped my face. “You’re not a secret. You’re everything.” I laughed, bitter. “You say I love you to her on speaker while I’m in the car.” He winced. “That was—” “Habit?” I finished. “Convenience?” He didn’t answer right away.

But it's the same vibes that I got from my secret admirer when I saw him in the bar, he had the same dangerous Aura that now I am sensing in this room. Xavier sat next to me and kept talking to dad about business and all... I have nothing to say and so I was just eating my food quickly.. not that I even wanted to get involved in the conversation. Suddenly I felt a hand on my thighs. Who else can it be? "Xavier what are you doing?!" "What? I'm touching my future wife. Is this a crime or something." He whispered in my ear. "I'll die but I'll never marry you!!"

It made me want him even more. One afternoon, after another painfully awkward session where he refused to look at me for longer than necessary, I cornered him in the hallway outside the study. “Gray,” I said, my voice low. “We can’t keep doing this. Pretending like nothing happened.” He stopped, turning to face me. His expression was guarded, but I saw the flicker in his eyes the same hunger I felt. “What do you want from me, Mira? You have Ethan. You have your perfect life planned out. I’m not going to be the secret you run to when you’re bored.”

And every time I saw him, it reminded me why I shouldn’t have. I sat there, papers open, pen in hand, but I couldn’t focus. My mind was somewhere else. On a messy room, on the smell of sweat and sex and defiance. On the way he’d looked at me with that question burning in his eyes. ‘Do you wish it were you on that bed instead?’ The truth was still lodged in my chest like a secret I couldn’t swallow. Hours passed. The notes stayed untouched. I tried reading, working, cleaning, nothing worked.

Autumn had never truly believed in keeping secrets, lying, or avoiding reality. She knew she wasn't perfect—she'd told her share of little white lies, hidden things from her aunt, covered up crushes, failed quizzes, even fibbed about where she’d been after curfew back when she used to hang out with Calvin. But this? This was something else entirely. This secret throbbed in her chest like a second heartbeat, heavy and insistent, every time she glanced at the man lying in the spare bedroom. It was the kind of secret that demanded attention, refusing to be buried beneath ordinary worries.

Because whenever he’s looking at him, he’s remembering the first love he had to abandon. I kept this secret inside of me until the day I died. However, there’s no reason for me to do that this time. “I am a secretary who’s been loyal to the chairman and to my friends,” I answered to her. “I don’t consider my position as a lowly person, madam. At least, I am not someone who betrayed her friend by seducing her friend’s man.” When I had fixed my eyes on his intently expression, I knew that the last verse I said excited her wrath above measure, raising her anger to boiling point, so that it fairly bubbled over.

Yet here she is, basically propositioning me and me alone. I should feel guilty for not wanting to stick up for my brothers. They would be insanely jealous to know that I’m not only speaking to our fated mate, but that we are making secret plans. Instead, I find the prospect rather thrilling. The shy little minx wants to have a secret affair with yours truly behind my brothers’ backs. It would be a blatant betray of them, and certainly make me a bit of a villain. We would have to sneak around to ensure the utmost secrecy.

"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

The secretary boasts that the brand of coffee is the favorite of her boss' wife for it is not only expensive but tastes delicious. It is obvious that the secretary wants to get Atif attention that's why she offers coffee to have the reason to talk longer to Atif. The secretary tried to flirt with Atif for she knew that Atif is rich and not only handsome. Atif is aware of it. Atif just receives the coffee and thanks the secretary but he has no intention to drink it. Atif put the coffee on the center table, then found an excuse to dismiss the secretary when his cellphone received a message.