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And most importantly—where he kept his secrets. I yanked open his desk drawers, rifling through files, ignoring the neat stacks of contracts and financial records. I wasn’t looking for business secrets. I was looking for me. The second drawer on the right was locked. Of course it was. I knelt, pulling a hairpin from my pocket. A few twists, a soft click— And it slid open. Inside were two things: A black folder, marked only with my initials. A burner phone. My pulse spiked. I grabbed the folder first, flipping it open.

She answered it. “Where are you going?” Sophia asked from the other end. “I needed to withdraw money from my card,” Anna told her. “Oh, my apologies. I had not given you any money. Please wait there and return to the suite. I’ll be there in a moment,” Anna sighed and headed back the presidential suite. She entered the bed again, began to eat her chips and fell asleep watching ‘A Series of Unfortunate Events’ , it had been one of her favorite novels as a child. She’s soon asleep and doesn’t hear when Sophia arrives in her room thirty minutes later with a black AMEX card. Sophia leaves a note besides the card with the pin code and other things that Anna will need to know.

It was a reminder that, no matter the storm, a bit of laughter and love could always be found in unexpected places. Subject: Your Little Secret Dear Sophia, I trust this email finds you in the most delightful of situations. I must say, the photo attached to this message captures a rather tender moment between you and dear Henry, doesn't it? A picture is worth a thousand words, they say, and this one speaks volumes about your clandestine affair.

Getting this amount in cash was a fucking nightmare, so I really hope it's worth it, "They'll be fully yours, no questions asked and no one will ever know what happened in here." "Okay," she mumbles a few seconds later, "Do I have to agree to know what your secret is?" "Yep," I reply. She closes her eyes, but after thinking about it, she nods, "You're smart. And now you're half a million dollars richer." "I guess I am.... so what's your secret?" she asks with bright, interested eyes. I think she wants to know the secret more than she wants the money. "You know I'm dating Theodore Heiden?" I start, she nods, "Well, my secret is that I'm also dating his good friend Liam Fierro, you know who he

Wouldn't that mean he had a kid somewhere? And the skeletons just keep growing. The first compartment is filled with files, cheque books, pens, notepads and other boring stuff. I close it and pull open the next one, and I freeze for a few seconds, red creeping to my cheeks, and my anger temporarily forgotten. There's a book with a very vivid image of what looks to be an orgy on it. Written in bold is the title, The Kama Sutra. There are several different notes attached inside, and as I push it aside, I falls out.

Amanda whines as she reaches for my phone stuffed in the front pocket of my jeans. I wiggle but she’s too quick and she manages to grab the phone from my pocket before I can stop it. I could have probably stopped it, but we both know I allowed her to grab it. She enters my passcode which she knows is my birthday and the picture of Joel glows on the open screen. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. You've been keeping secrets. You better fess up girl. Is this why you haven't been hitting the clubs with me lately.”

The last thing I remembered hearing was, “we got her.” ** |Sean's POV| "She's in the mansion, tied on a chair, in the basement. Two guards are in front of her cell." Jake, one of my men informed. He was standing straight with his hands behind his back. "She killed someone. The sight was gruesome. The man had a dick in his mouth and his face was completed unrecognisable. I'm telling you, boss, this girl's mental." "And we found her outside the club." Travis, another one of my guys added with a nod. I glanced at him before rolling my eyes, "yeah ‘cause that's where I told you you'd find her, idiot."

He hesitated, then slipped out the door, closing it silently behind him. I flopped back onto the pillows, staring at the ceiling again. My body felt used in the best way, but my chest ached. Two months of stolen nights, risky quickies in the library, blowjobs in the garage while he worked on his car. It was hot as hell, but I was tired of being his secret. The mansion was quiet now, just the rain and my racing thoughts. I grabbed my phone, scrolling through the secret album of photos I had of us, Liam smiling lazily after we’d fucked, his arm around me in bed, us kissing in the dark.

Sienna The suffocating silence of the bar seemed to press down on my chest like a physical weight, making it incredibly hard to draw a full breath. I slowly pulled my hand back out of the hidden compartment beneath the dark marble counter, my knuckles scraping lightly against the wood of the interior frame. Wrapped securely in my trembling fingers wasn't a stash of unmarked cash, a black ledger, or a modern weapon. It was just a book. A thick, heavy, dust-jacketed volume that had been tucked away into the hollowed-out space of the bar.

I said. I clutched the file in my hand as I tried to calm myself. Footsteps could be heard approaching and I stiffened. Is Dominic back? I shoved the file back, closed the secret passage, and hid under Dominic's desk. Glass breaking could suddenly be heard and security shouted downstairs. I tapped my pocket repeatedly to call Dominic but couldn't find my phone. My breath hitched as I realized I left it inside the secret passage. Damn it. The door suddenly opened slowly and I could feel myself sweating.