Secret Keeper X George Novels & Stories

Satisfied that the coast was clear, she silently closed and locked Antonio's room door, leaving no trace of her presence. Georgina's heart pounded with anticipation as she swiftly walked back to the kitchen, the spare key to Antonio's room tightly grasped in her hand. Greta looked up from her tasks as Georgina approached, her eyes filled with curiosity. Without hesitation, Georgina extended her hand and placed the key into Greta's palm. Georgina whispered urgently, her grip tightening slightly on Greta's shoulder. "No one must know about this." Greta nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. Georgina could see the trust in her eyes, a reassuring sign that Greta would guard their se

A switch? I remembered what Marcus said. “Every desk George ever bought has secret compartments.” I checked the bottom of the drawer again, ran my fingers under it, then pushed the panel at the back. Click. My heart jumped. The false back popped open. Inside was a thin leather bookworn, brown, and sealed with a gold clasp. I pulled it out with shaking hands. No name. No label. I opened it slowly. The first page had a sentence, written in that same neat, scratchy handwriting I recognized from George’s notes. “She is the last test. She must not know until the end.” My blood turned cold.

I still couldn't find anything to say to that, so I chose to take a sip from the drink George gave me instead, avoiding the staring he was giving me. "I'm bisexual," George said after a while, a smile still on his lips, but a genuine and understanding one this time. "I'm out. Loud and proud even. Everyone in the agency knew about my sexual orientation, except you, boss, probably. But I used to keep it hidden too. I used to hide in the closet as well, afraid of being judged by everyone. So I understand you. I knew what it felt like. So please believe me when I say that I won't say anything about this meeting. I assure you that your secret is safe with me."

My cocks jerked unhappily, I knew he needed more than a hand job, he needed Eloise’s pussy again but that was far far away even in the dreams. When I was done and overwhelmed with my orgasm and my cock’s disapproval from my hand, I realized that since I am going to bring George here soon, I needed to find another spot to hide my secrets or maybe a safe box in which I would keep all the secrets safe and locked.

He instantly smiles when our eyes meet. "Darling," he takes out a bar of chocolate from his pocket. "This is yours." I take it and munch on it in frustration. "What's not happening here?" George asks, digging one hand in the pocket of his pants. "I need to see CJ." George looks at me suspiciously. "About?" "Zara." I lie. George gives the secretary one look and she says, "Ugh! Fine. But only this time! Next time, book an appointment!"

They had not expected George to be privy to their underworld aliases, and the revelation left them momentarily stunned. Sherly placed a reassuring hand on George's arm, her gaze meeting his with a sense of understanding. "George knows everything," she explained calmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt. George nodded in agreement, his gaze steady as he addressed the three aides. "Indeed," he said, his voice firm. "Sherly and I trust each other completely, and there are no secrets between us." As the reality of the situation sank in, the three aides exchanged looks of disbelief, their initial shock giving way to a newfound sense of respect for George. They realized that he was not just Sherl

William turned around and asked, "Mr. George, what just you say?" George remained calm and spoke in a strong voice, "I said she is mine!" William smirked, "Don't tell me that you have fallen for your secretary. I just want to tell you....." Before William could speak more, George spoke, "She is my wife." William paused. He gazed at George from up to down. Then he looked at the person who was hiding behind George. He smirked, "Mr. George, do you even know what are you saying? Do you know who is she? I believe that after knowing her past, you won't be his husband."

It was a set-up. I knew that Queen Rosina didn't approve of my union with George, but I didn't know it could get to this extent. “George, I swear to you. I didn't put that there.” Rick spoke up, “Come off it, babe. The secret is out. No need to pretend. You did good though. You bought the exact thing I told you to buy.” “Shut up!” I yelled through the tears streaming down my face and turned to George, ignoring the others.

I kept knocking with no reply. “Geogre! I know you are in there!” I yelled, banging on the door. He didn’t answer me. “I am going to break the door open; step aside, Ario,” I said, moving back, and before I could kick it open, the door opened, revealing Geogre. I smiled widely. “How are you doing, old friend?” I asked, breathing out. Geogre is a warlock; he is thousands of years old, and he used to be Selene's lover before she dumped him.

"What do you suggest we do?" George's grip tightened on the phone, his mind racing with possibilities. "There's only one way to ensure our secrets stay buried," he said darkly. The officer's breath caught in his throat. "You don't mean—" "I mean exactly that," George interrupted, his tone chillingly calm. "Meet me at the abandoned warehouse on Elm Street in one hour." As he hung up the phone, George felt a cold determination settle over him. He knew what needed to be done to protect himself and his interests.