Secret Wife Book Novels & Stories

I brought it into the apartment and looked inside. A package of pacifiers. Banana chips. Black licorice bites. Diaper cream. A Woman’s Guide to Self-Pleasure. I paused. A Woman’s Guide to Self-Pleasure. My stomach sank. Oh. No. Now I knew exactly why he’d chosen not to knock on the door. * * *

After seeing how brave Paul was, I eradicated every atom of fear embedded inside of me and gestured to the secretary. “Why did you walk past me? Do you have an appointment with the CEO?” She questioned us. Her hands were already resting on the landline, waiting to tell us if we chose to act smart. “Don't you recognize us? I am Ethan's wife, the son of your CEO.” I introduced myself, while Paul did the same thing. I was hoping it would be enough to sneak us to Mr. Wood's office. “Of course, I know you,” the secretary said while keeping my hopes alive.

Remember how I said the library hook-up was a one-time thing? Yeah. That was a lie. After that first time, we were on a fast, downhill spiral with no brakes. Today, I wore a mid-length skirt, a cropped cardigan top, white socks, Mary Jane shoes, and my hair was tossed into a messy bun. I knew exactly what he wanted, every twisted bit of it. "Hey Mike, I’ll be back. Gotta pull books for Professor Hillard." He waved me off. “Take your time.” What he didn’t know? I pulled those books yesterday. And hid them. In our secret spot, Research Room 5, way in the back. Where no one came. Our new place. Our own little sin closet.

“Weren't we secretly married?" She responded, feigning innocence. Marcelo leaned back, crossing his legs to ease the mood. “What makes you think that?" he asked. “Didn't I place the wedding ring on your finger?" Renee reflexively glanced at her right hand, where the pink diamond sparkled under the light. “I thought...we had agreed to keep our marriage a secret..." “We never made such an agreement," Marcelo replied, his mood visibly uplifted, like a child reveling in a newfound treasure.

I love you ~D~ Justin felt like he was suffocating as the words he had just read kept replaying in his mind. " Was Desmond right? Is Drake actually gay? Is this a dream?" Justin's said to him self as he kept staring at the paper in his hands. His pulse began raising as he found it hard to swallow. Guilt filled him up as he felt that he had trespassed into Drake's secret he wouldn't want anyone to know. As he stood there thinking he heard footsteps approaching the office which he recognized as Drake's.

Belinda's heart was already pounding, afraid that their relationship would be exposed just because her husband was being reckless on campus. “After Isabella’s class, do you still have classes?” "Today, it just so happens that your class and Isabella's are in. Can't wait to see me working in your office again?" Belinda winked cutely. "I'd rather ask for your help. I really need you on a secret mission at the office later." “What secret mission? Am I a secret agent like in the movies?” Brandon laughed in amusement at his wife's innocence, making him even more excited. "Today I have to catch Celine. I won't let her stay in my office any longer."

Jane looked at her desk with a mixture of terror and desire to crawl into a hole. Her workspace resembled a luxury boutique. On Monday, it was an overwhelming arrangement of rare white peonies and dark crimson roses. On Tuesday, a private courier delivered artisanal gelato and handmade Swiss chocolates in an understated gold box. By Thursday, it was a rare, leather-bound first edition of a classic Victorian romance novel with a handwritten note tucked inside that read: Page 142 reminds me of your purr. Jane had frantically hidden the note under her keyboard before anyone could read it, her face burning like a furnace.

The President’s secretary said and she thanked her before stepping out of her office to retrieve it. It was a folder. She took it back to her office and sat at her desk contemplating on whether to open it. It was sealed and it didn’t say who it was from. Alyssa ripped it open and pictures her and Richard having sex slipped out on the desk and floor. Her eyes widened. She picked them up quickly. At last a note was found in the folder. It read: ‘Such a naughty President. Does he know what you did? Don’t worry he will soon find out.’

Jane didn't tell her and I remembered feeling thankful she didn't When Cleo got off the WiFi and decided to go through the passage and straight to the office. It had a double volume book case which had lots of books, a fire place that had no fire burning and the room had a Gothic esthetic to it. I watched her open the secret door wat to one of the tunnels . She was way smarter than her friends which in any case could get her in trouble. When She pushed the door open went inside , I closed the door of immediately. I watched her take of her heels and walk downstairs. I blocked her cellphone reception and when she figured she was at the wrong side of the club, she kept going .

He knows..... William pov Getting home I saw the package Nathaniel was talking about. I opened it and it was a picture of I and Jade on our first date. On top was written: I know your secret. Shit! He knows! Is that why he is intentionally keeping Jade around? To hurt us? Does he know that I was the one who drove the car? I didn't waste anytime, I rushed to my former work place to check the case again. Was he at the scene? If he was why didn't he say anything?