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my feet scrubbed against one another, my fingers gripping hard on the shirt. “I can tell you are lying to me. Something happened between you two. A woman can only dress this way after a good sex with a man. And for Leo, his secret room is his highest privacy. He has never let anyone in that room aside from his late parents. Seeing an Omega like you come out of that room, only means one thing. There is some….” The sudden hard bang on the door cut her off the rest of her words.

So she was very virgin adjacent and didn’t want to just fuck around. It was very unfair that her entire life she had been repressed and controlled. Made to feel like she’s doing something bad when in fact she’s doing nothing at all. A sugar daddy giving her even one thousand dollars would be the boost that she would need in order to get out of this hellish environment. She checks how much data she has left on her phone. She’s got two point three gigabytes left. That enough to check out Seeking Arrangements. She opens an account and starts to scroll through people’s profiles. There don’t seem to be many quality ones that are that side of the hemisphere. She sighs. The banging on the bathroom

However, one peculiar detail caught my attention—while such venues usually had many male staff, this one exclusively employed women. These women weren't as young as the rumors suggested. They were all adults. This was my first visit to The Secret. So, my eyes scanned through everywhere, but there was no trace of Yasmine. The receptionist, seeing my slightly lost demeanor, probably thought I was some clueless bumpkin. Her attitude was cold, and she didn't even bother stepping out from behind the front desk before turning me away. "Sorry, ma'am. The Secret opens precisely at midnight. Please come back later."

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. * * *

I stormed away, heading to the door that followed me and slammed me against the wall. “Little girl, you don't know who I am…,” he muttered while forcefully pinning me against the wall. His gaze was lustful. I hated him more than anything, “a little feisty wolf you are…how about I expose your little secret to everyone,” he added while leaning down my face. I tilted my head away and fought to get away. I was his secretary, my mistake was having a one-night stand with him accidentally. And the fact that he knew I was a werewolf.

Replay to when she was approaching his office that fateful day, she was about to turn the doorknob when she heard the cocking sounds of heels hitting the floor and muffled sounds like a couple in bed. How brazen of them. Even their sounds could be heard when a person came close to the door. She took the instinct to peep first. And she saw a gory site. The bitch secretary had her butt pressed to her husband’s bulge. She was grinding on him and he supported her hips firmly with his hand. They had begun to undress and fondle each other’s body parts in rough eagerness to fuck. Mrs James held her mouth so she wouldn’t scream. The one who also muffled a scream was the secretary. She remembered her

Elise said quietly. Selena looked at her with doubt and Elise shrugged, “ I for one don’t like Amanda at all. I guess she is also a lousy employer too.” Elise asked and the lady nodded and spoke in a gentle voice. “Actually the real truth is that, I am Melissa ,an actual spy under the commission of Secret Special Force, Amanda took my mate and blackmailed me into working for her when I tried to get him back. She set up some humans to make a sex clip with me in it and threatened to show my mate. Since then I have been her slave.” the lady said breaking into sobs.

Her face looked pale and her lips trembled vigorously, causing her to lose her ability to speak properly. The room went quiet for a few seconds. Madam Stockton then sighed. “It’s because I found out about her secret. That’s why she tried to kill me.” John looked at her. Queenie asked, “What secret?” Madam Stockton sighed. She looked at Emerence and said, “You tell them. I’m too tired of this.” Emerence nodded. She then said, “Madam went to visit Ms. Julie one day and accidentally found the secret room behind her closet. The closet is filled with Master Stockton’s pictures, and there’s a lifesize wax statue inside as well.”

Ruby sat in the tub reeling from the brief conversation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ **Dez** "Viktor! I found her; I'm leaving now." He was ecstatic and ready to leave. "Do not say where you are going. No one needs to know what you are doing. This must remain a secret until we know more about this situation." This was an odd request but he didn't mind. Dez was a private person anyway. "This may be more dangerous than I originally thought. Be extremely cautious." "I understand, I will text you after I get settled." He turned and was out of the building and in his car in less than thirty seconds.

But we haven't. The fact that we're actually on the brink of losing our careers scares every inch of me, especially now that we are keeping a huge secret to the public, Zanaya not only being secretly married but in fact, on her sixth month of pregnancy. Imagine how people will react to that if the news suddenly blows? "Tokyo..." he whispered my name pulling me back from my train of thoughts, my insides feeling calmer, his presence making my heart be at peace even after all that has happened that are slowly shredding me into bits.