Our Secret Dating Site Novels & Stories

"Not all people can be rich. Well, mind me, we are both middle class girls, we are not like that rich asshole, Sasha, who would give up her enlarged p*ssy for some dollars," "Should I come pick you up or vice versa?" Shelby asked. Paige looked at the deserted road and sighed softly. "Come pick me up. No taxi over here," "Great! I will be there in 10 minutes, and I will be sure bit to ruin my mani's. They are so precious to me," Shelby muttered taking a look at her coloured fingernails. "Just be here," **** "Sir, this are the documents," his secretary gave him the documents for the arrival of the new food industry,"

he asked and stretched his hands then I lifted my eyes on his. He chuckled, "Don't felt embarrassed anymore, Ash, can we be friends?" he added and I chuckled. We shook hands, "Sure, let's do that," I said. It was the first conversation we had that we didn't talk about the cases and my secret admirer. And talking to him was great. I guess he was the only man that my secret admirer won't dare to kill, and hope he didn't, because he was my only key to solve the case.

My eyes darted instinctively to the screen, where the bold text of Estelle’s message dropped down, For a brief moment, I was transported away from the conversation at the table, caught up in the anticipation that Estelle’s message stirred within me. The temptation to respond, to find out what secrets she held, was almost overwhelming. It read: I HAVE A SECRET TO REVEAL TO YOU ABOUT YOUR FAVORITE PERSON. PICK ME UP AT MY HOUSE TOMORROW AND LET'S SIT OUT AT THE PARK.

But I was still here, still holding onto my job by a thread, and I wasn't about to let go. "Why not?" I said. "Women can seduce men into doing all sorts of things. And it's not like I'm trying to get him to give up national security secrets or something." The more I spoke, though, the more I realized exactly how absurd all of this sounded. As I mentioned before, I'm not a troll, but I'm also not exactly movie-star gorgeous, either. I like my smile. And sometimes people will compliment me on my thick hair (a gift from my Greek heritage on my mom's side). I'm that girl who glides through life without most people noticing her one way or the other. I don't get catcalled walking down the street -

There are various reasons why people join this community, but we all have one thing in common, "Looking for a sex buddy, that is," I chuckle. I suddenly remember how nervous I am when I registered there. It isn't like any other dating site. Here, you don't have to swipe, build your profile, make impressive status and the like, and you don't have to upload any pictures. That's probably because of their tagline, "Sex never discriminates. Sex never underestimates." Truth be told, I was skeptical at first, whether it is safe or not, whether I'll come out of it alive or not, whether I get some disease or not, but all those fears disappear when they sent me the rules and procedures and a legit con

“So, what now?” Sebastian set his cup down, his gaze steady. “Now we talk.” He slid his phone across the counter toward her. Olivia looked down, and her breath caught. “Mystery Man Marries Jilted Bride in a Shocking Twist.” “The Abandoned Wedding That Became New York’s Most Talked-About Love Story.” “Who Is Olivia Bennett’s Secret Husband?”

“And you’re going to have the best night. If Sam and Tania think you’ll hide in a corner and cry, they’re wrong.” “I… I don’t know.” “Well, I do.” She squeezed my hand. “Let’s go.” *** Jason drove us to Secret, a dark billionaire club located in the richest and wildest part of the city. The moment we walked in, the loud music welcomed us, the bass thrumming through my ears. People danced with no care in the world. Bodies pressed together. Some kissed against the walls. Some looked drunk, others clearly high. Waitresses moved through the crowd carrying trays of shots. If sin was a place, I was standing right in it. And somehow… It felt like exactly what I needed.

Signing up, I tried not to use my real name, and a lot of real information as much as I can manage them, no sane person would do that. I click through a couple of sample profiles to reassure myself. There are some hot guys on here—unless the samples are totally imaginary people. Which I guess is possible. But damn, if the real guys look anything like these, I could totally let him fuck me senseless. The setup page proved to be a lot harder to complete. It's definitely not as simple a dating site, For one thing, it's so long. And for another, the questions asked to be answered. What's your deepest, darkest fantasy?

As he scrolled through the information, several promises caught his attention. The website promised complete anonymity, identity protection, private introductions, psychological compatibility screenings, personalized matchmaking, and immediate access to qualified candidates. Under normal circumstances, Ethan would have mocked every word on the page. It sounded like the kind of service desperate executives convinced themselves was revolutionary after a few too many glasses of wine. Tonight, however, he found himself reading every line carefully, paying attention to details he normally would have dismissed without a second thought.

"But what if he directly asks who I am and shuts me down once he finds out?" Maddox holds my gaze. "It won't happen that soon. The app is supposed to keep your appearance and identity a secret until you decide to date. It's a blind dating app, but I know Jason's profile name," Maddox smirks evilly. There is a glint in his eye. "Anyway, just setup the app, set your location, and if you match with him, the rest is fair and square." I stare at him. "Wait, why are you helping me?"