Secret Affair Pocket Fm Novels & Stories

Vince asks as Lester gives him a cheeky grin. “Something my assistant is going to help me with” Lester smiles. “This is top secret; you can’t even tell Tiffany what we are about to do” he adds, opening the envelope and pulling out the piece of paper inside to reveal its contents. Vince’s eyes grow wide when he reads what was on the paper. “What do you need me to do?” he asks, smiling he gets to help Lester with revealing the sex of the baby.

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.

he said to him self. After glancing at the door for over 5 minutes hus curiosity just couldn't let him rest. He slowly reached for the drawer pulling it open . It was so nearly arranged but something caught his attention. It was a very beautiful and expensive looking envelope. His heart began racing very fast he opened the envelope. There was a letter in it signed with the letter D and was handwritten. He recognized the handwriting to be Drake's. His heart pounded as he carefully pulled it out and opened it. I miss you. It's sad we couldn't live the life we wanted for ourselves. You'll forever be my sweet cute boy. I love you

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."

Books here looked read, touched. The air smelled faintly of old paper and something metallic beneath it. He moved to a painting on the far wall and slid it aside, revealing a recessed safe hidden behind it. My heart thudded painfully. “You’ve been keeping secrets from me,” I said quietly. “Yes,” he replied without turning. “And this is one of them.” The safe clicked open with a soft mechanical sound. He reached inside and withdrew a single item—thin, flat, protected inside a clear plastic sleeve.

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.

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.

So I put up with him. My best girlfriend is Jessica. Smartest woman I know and she's completely in love with the neanderthal that is Damion. Mrs. Parker, our home room teacher, gathers our attention by coughing super loudly and I go back to intertwining my fingers with Jaxs and attempting to study for just a few more minutes. I wipes my eyes so hard I see stars....I need to pass this test. I see Jax out of the corner of my eye writing furiously in his notebook with a slight smile on his face.

Today was definitely one of the cooler days in Florida. “Hey,” Chad replied, stopping for just a moment, but then he continued on his way. “Chad?” He stopped. He didn’t even bother to turn around. “Thank you.” “For what?” He asked in a deep voice. “For not telling him,” Amy answered. Chad turned to the side, glancing over at her. “You know what Amy, I’ve learned that all secrets are spilled eventually. And it’s only a matter of time before it's ours.” She knew there was some truth to what he was saying. He walked away.

To look after his pride, I hadn't told him I possessed a manor of several thousand square meters in Narshe, complete with a full staff and bodyguards. I left the manor uninhabited to squeeze into this tiny house with him, living with his parents day in and day out. Originally, I had planned to reveal my identity to him after the wedding. Looking at it now, though, there was no need. With a single phone call, several black business vans pulled up outside the door in less than twenty minutes. My assistant, James, brought my men inside, and they methodically organized my belongings. Clothes, jewelry, documents… each item was packed into boxes.