Secretary’s Secret Lover Romane & Geschichten

She hadn’t stopped believing he had a mistress but she the wife. Richard’s eyes darted across the room searching for her. After the photos were taken and hands were shaken, he walked to the center of the room and looked around. Richard stopped breathing for a second. She was talking with the Secretary of Defense. She hadn’t realized he was gawking at her. Richard decided to approach. He walked over to them.

Cecilia All my life I've been waiting for my mate. I never thought he would turn out to be my boss. I’m his secretary by day, but his secret lover by night. That’s been our status quo for four years now. He says an Alpha in his position must maintain his reputation. “My family’s honor is my greatest privilege,” he once said to me. Honor might keep Emeric Garvalle from claiming me properly as his. But it sure doesn’t stop him from devouring me during our weekly hookups. Nor does it stop him from locking his office door behind us and bending me over his big mahogany desk whenever he feels so inclined.

"You always say no to that, even though it's been a year. What about my needs? I am your husband." "That's why you have sex with your secret lover when I'm not around, because I can't give you what you want?" "How do you know that?" he asked, looking confused. "I read a great deal of your text chat with your new secretary online; she said she had a good time with you last night, and that vile text message makes me feel sick!" "This won't happen if you just give me what I want and meet my needs," he said, raising his voice.

Because whenever he’s looking at him, he’s remembering the first love he had to abandon. I kept this secret inside of me until the day I died. However, there’s no reason for me to do that this time. “I am a secretary who’s been loyal to the chairman and to my friends,” I answered to her. “I don’t consider my position as a lowly person, madam. At least, I am not someone who betrayed her friend by seducing her friend’s man.” When I had fixed my eyes on his intently expression, I knew that the last verse I said excited her wrath above measure, raising her anger to boiling point, so that it fairly bubbled over.

Just like how I was with Apollo, the gorgeous man lying next to me, wearing sunglasses. It was obvious that over the past months, the two of us had our disagreements, our silly arguments, but we always knew how to fix things and come back to each other. He had this talented habit of making me give in, and that had become my favorite habit. With each passing day, I felt more fulfilled. No one knew about us yet, and he was the secret I forced myself to keep. We had places only the two of us knew where to hide from the chaos out there. And when it was just me and him, that was my whole world. "I know I'm totally and completely irresistible, Mia. But do you want to tell me what you're thinking?"

I stepped towards her which she thought she made me turned on with her body. I saw how she smirk thinking that she successfully seduced me. To her surprised I grabbed her right arm with more force and dig my fingers to her skin. I kicked her out of my office with her naked body. I feel disgusted to her action and fired her. Now Peter should find me a suitable secretary who’s decent and have self respect. And won’t be attracted to me. We stepped out of the elevator once we arrived at the 20th floor. We walked at the hall and reached the door for the conference room. Peter opened the door for me.

He looked up at me and something about his expression made me feel nervous. "Good," he said. "Really good actually. I think I found someone perfect." "That's great," I said and I smiled. "When do they start?" "Monday," he said. "Her name is Karen Tyler." That night, I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep but my brain wouldn't shut off. I kept thinking about the doctor appointment and the money and Damian's stress and this new secretary he seemed so excited about. Something felt off but I couldn't figure out what it was. It was like a weird feeling in my stomach that wouldn't go away.

“I said let go of me… He slowly released me. I placed the envelope into his hand. His fingers closed around it instinctively. He stared at it, then at me. “This is not happening,” he whispered, shaking his head. “I can't let you go, I love you Aria…I do not love my secretary, I'm just having fun with her.” He said it as if I should jump up that he loves me not his secretary, Wow, his audacity. He cheated, treated me like trash and had the guts to tell me he loves me not the whore he cheated with. “Go to hell with your feelings, I'm done!” I yelled at him and walked inside my closet to pack my belongings.

They were instruments, cutting through pretense, measuring every ounce of her worth. “You are Ava Reed,” he said, calm and commanding. “Yes,” she replied. “I am here for the secretary position.” “You are late.” Her heart lurched. “I am… I am sorry, sir,” she stammered. “Traffic was…” “Traffic,” he repeated, sharp and measured. “I hope your work ethic is better than your punctuality.” Ava swallowed hard and nodded. “It is, sir. I will not disappoint you.” He studied her silently, and she felt every hesitation, every doubt, every insecurity laid bare beneath his gaze. Then, almost imperceptibly, the corner of his mouth lifted. “Very well. Follow me.”

“Good girl… such a good fucking girl… Daddy’s filling you up… so much cum… gonna drip down your legs all day… His body finally shuddered to a stop, cock still twitching inside me, buried to the balls. My pussy kept fluttering around him, milking every last drop while I panted and whimpered against the desk, completely wrecked. He leaned down, chest heaving against my back, and pressed a rough kiss to my neck. “Fuck… you’re perfect,” he rasped. “My perfect little secret who is now my new secretary. “Wait what!”