Secret Play Wife Novels & Stories

I felt panic well inside as she walked seductively towards me. "But, but I'm married," I protested as I pushed my chair back from the desk. She looked pointedly at the lump at my crotch causing my trousers to tent upwards. "Well, I suggest you don't tell your wife. I'm pretty sure none of the other partners tell their wives about what their SWs do for them. It can be our secret," she added as she knelt gracefully between my legs. "Why don't I start by using my hand, Kenneth, and then let's just see how it goes." She looked up at me with those big green eyes. My heart was pounding. I licked my lips and nodded at her.

The secret wife of Viaan Adams, the woman they had all been talking about and asking for two days was finally sitting before them for the last hour, narrating the story of the most talked about hidden marriage herself, and none one had an idea. “She is your wife? She is Kia Erin?” Sarah, one of the reporters, asked coming out of her shock, Viaan who was looking at Kiara, turned his eyes to the woman and nodded before taking a seat beside Kiara. Xavier and Neil who had come along with him, kept a tablet and some files on the front table before standing behind Viaan. Viaan thanked them and faced the media again. His voice was firm but confident as he finally replied to their question. “Yes. Sh

“So… when you say no one knows–” “You’re the only one,” I assure him. Taking my partially full plate, I step to a more secluded area of the room, hoping no one other than Cliff follows. He is right on my heels, but everyone else seems to understand that we are having a private conversation. Though we are still getting lots of curious stares, no one approaches as I continue. “Only Mr. Biglesbee and my mother share our secret.” “Really?” His dark eyebrows raise over amused chocolate orbs. “Well, isn’t that interesting? Not even….” He leans close to my ear before he whispers my husband’s name. “Grant?”

"Sierra just locked herself in the guest room. She won't even look at me. She thinks I got Vivian pregnant, Nigel. She thinks the whole three years were a setup." Nigel was quiet for a second. I could hear him shuffling papers on his desk. "Boss, look at the wording they used. They called her the 'Wellington Heiress.' The press thinks the secret wife is Vivian because she’s the one who’s been seen staying in your office. The public doesn't even know Sierra exists." "Yeah, because I kept her hidden like a fucking criminal," I muttered, bitterness coating my tongue.

“Though I don’t think you’re gonna like where they point.” I don’t even like hearing that. “Try me.” “Chelsea’s been seeing someone. A relationship she’d gone out of her way to keep hidden. Fake names. Secret meetings. Separate phones.” drags a hand across his jaw. “Seems like he was a married man.” My patience starts wearing thin. I don’t give a shit about the setup. I care about the answer. “Give me a name.” I cut him off. “Family or crew?” “Family.”

“Remember Sophie? You dated her for, what, six months? No one knew until we caught you two making out in the library.” Wren laughed. “Yeah, and you had the nerve to act like we were the ones interrupting.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “And my mom found out and never stopped bringing it up. She still thinks Sophie was perfect for me—and that I should’ve married her.” “Exactly,” Jake said. “So no, man, hearing you had a secret wife? Not exactly shocking. You’ve always liked keeping your cards close to your chest.” Wren gave me a sly look. “The difference now is that the whole world knows your secret before we do.”

"As in... the Stormbournes?" I could practically see the gears grinding in Tasha’s head. She looked at me, then at Aria, then back at me. I could see her mental board spinning a web of rumors: The secret wife. The hidden marriage. The messy divorce. I could almost hear her brain typing out the headline: Billionaire’s Madam Works as Low-Level Secretary to Escape Scandal. Gilroy turned to me, his face shifting from "furious CEO" to "terrified subordinate." He cleared his throat and stepped toward Aria, his tone dripping with deference.

I can't force Keeion to remember me. I just forgot about it. I will really get angry with him once he remembers me again. I’m going to run away because he doesn’t remember me! Even if I say I’m his wife, he still doesn’t believe it. It was as if I was forcing myself on him even though I felt he was not comfortable with me. I was secretly hurt but I kept it to myself. I don't want to step on him. He didn't even hit me when I lost my memory.

“How does your wife put up with your three secretaries a day habit, cousin?” “Wife?!?” the woman squeaked, then she turned angrily to Edgar. “You didn’t tell me you were married!” “It’s a temporary condition, I assure you. Give us a minute, baby, then we can finish where we left off,” Edgar retorted smugly. She looked embarrassed as she tried to get past Heith who caught her arm, and whispered menacingly in her ear, “Don’t forget your skivvies in the corner.” The secretary turned to look where Heith pointed; beside the trash can was a bright red lace thong. The poor woman looked even more mortified. “Those aren’t mine.”

“You didn’t like the privilege? You can ride the elevator alone. Without your bullies.” I rolled my eyes and was about to press a button when he held my hand. “Uh uh! You’re now my secretary, remember?” “Rogue!” He winked. “I know you’re tired, babe. Don’t be so grumpy.” My eyes widened when he said that just as soon as the elevator door slid open and the people standing in front of the elevator stood frozen in front of us just because of what he said. Rogue smiled and intertwined our fingers together. “My wife is so fcking cute when angry. But I prefer you smiling sweetly, baby.”