Secretly Dating Novels & Stories

“Son, she’s the real deal. There’s no reason to wait any longer. Besides, I’m tired of pretending to be someone I’m not when she’s around.” “What do you mean? You don’t act any different when she’s around.” “My name, Scott. Hell, the other week, she kept calling me Mr. Jenkins, and I kept wondering who she was talking to. I’m too old to keep up with all these secrets.” “It’s just one secret.” “And it’s a big one.” “Not in the grand scheme of things.” “You don’t think you having more money than Kenny Chesney isn’t a big deal? You don’t think lying about your name isn’t a big deal? All right, what’s really going on? Why are you putting off telling her?”

I wink, turning on my heel as I slam my bedroom door shut and I walk into my ensuite. I have a quick shower, scrubbing his touch from my body as I severely regret our coupling. I've always secretly held a spot in my heart for the man I slept with two years ago. I guess over time I fabricated how things went down between us to give me an escape from my reality. Fantasy has always been prefered over the truth. I just never imagined he would be such a douchbag on so many levels that he would still be able to ignite the fire within my soul that yearns frantically to find her mate.

“You want to get married as quickly as possible?” Kelly asked, knowing that he wouldn't have ever brought it up if he didn't want that particular option to happen. Secret almost felt his excitement at the idea that they could be married really quickly. That's what he was hoping for, at least.

I drop my clothes into my hamper and slip into a sleep shirt before crawling under my soft covers. We can have sex, but waking up together is against the rules. What if Lola comes in and finds us and lets it slip out? She wouldn’t know not to and is too young to talk to, though I’d never manipulate her like that. We can’t kiss in front of her or even touch and that goes double for anywhere we’re with other people. A secret tryst is what this is, and I work the words around in my mind to see how they sound. It’s not who I am, but maybe that’s changing. This is a new part of my life now.

“Here.” Liya said as Andrew came behind her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “What is this?” I asked taking the envelop she was holding. “This is your wedding gift, from me and Andrew.” She said with a big and proud smile. “Why are you guys giving it together? Are you married or what?” Issac asked as we were loading the bags to head back. “No not married. Not yet. But we are now officially dating.” Andrew announced proudly as Liya just gave a big smile.

“I asked about her and you!” Kaluna’s index finger pointed clearly at Rara who stood not far from him and Dewa. “Answer!” snapped Kaluna when Dewa remained stunned. “Today we’re supposed to be celebrating one year of our relationship, but you’re... celebrating by cheating on my friend?” To Kaluna’s astonishment, neither Dewa nor Rara denied her accusation at all. Did that mean the two of them had really been in a secret relationship behind her back? “You better be honest, Dewa.” Rara ventured to speak up.

“Megan, I am not a good friend, not even close, and I can’t promise to protect you because I can’t even protect myself, but I hate to see women being hurt, especially when I was there and couldn’t do anything.” “Is that why you never dated because you don’t have the gut to rip the band-aid off and tell them that you wanna walk out of the relationship?” My eyebrows met. “What made you think I don’t date?” She leaned against the doorjamb and crossed her arms over her chest. “First, I never saw you with any women, and the boys never noticed you with anyone. Either you kept your women in your lair, or you don’t date. With this look, I am sure you’re not a virgin anymore. So, either you have a se

Anyway looking at his red face I couldn't help but smile again. " Isn't actually 'dating' the technical term for that ?", I asked him. " Yeah..but we can't o..officially date.", he said. " Oh..so we can secretly date ?", I asked. " Uhmm...no it can't be called d..dating.", he said. " It's j..just something else. Here we don't have much c..commitment to each other. We can change our decision and g..go our separate ways at anytime without official b..break up.", he explained.

I demanded. Rachel opened the app with the unique logo, designed specifically for secret dating. It was membership-based, and since everyone wore masks for privacy, they weren't shy about sharing. "When you were hospitalized, I saw Queenie using this app. I investigated and found out she's been on it for..." "For how long?" I asked. Rachel whispered, "For ten years." Ten years.

We all have secrets. The first real secret I ever had began when I was nine years old. I’m not talking about when someone tells you something and you keep it to yourself—it’s more like when you know something or have seen something that no one else has, and telling someone about it takes away from your pleasure, from your secret. Now, I’m not going to talk about my secret eleven years ago. I’m going to talk about my biggest secret of all time. Back when I was sixteen years old.