Secretly Yours: A Novel Novels & Stories

I quickly rush over to the dining area, hearing Victor's quick footsteps right behind me. I stop dead in my tracks when I meet a whole lot of different delicacies on the dining table, an open half filled bottle of red wine. . . . . And a note. A fucking bloody tiny white note folded neatly and placed near the plate of peppered buffalo wings on the table. I grab the paper from the table, and when I open it, three snarly sentences taunt back at me. "Delaware Properties. Warehouse 5. Do not involve the police if you want her alive."

“You’ve done that before, and I’m hoping this whiskey will keep an old anger in check.” Leaning back, she crossed her legs. “You want to know a secret?” I blinked at her aloofly, not interested in whatever it is she wants to make known. “You do not seem interested, but I’ll make it known, so you wouldn’t repeat the same mistake. That slap didn’t make me angry or push me away, if anything, it turned me on.” This bitch is crazy. “I love being submissive to a sadist, so I’m used to the pain.” She opened the file and signed on it, sealing the deal with S.H. “You want to know another secret?” She pushed the file towards me.

If he wanted to be like that, then I could play that game too, and I was exceptionally good at the silent treatment. I had been staying here, but I had never gone into the library. I decided it would be my hiding place for the day. I walked down the hall and pushed the heavy door open. The room was beautiful, like a traditional library but warmer and more inviting. I went to the shelf on my right and let my fingers drift across the spines of the books, reading the titles softly.

And for someone like me, a man leading a double life, if something is too good and then it’s the worst thing waiting to happen. Proving me right I received an email directly from the source. The little nerdy girl wasn’t as nerdy, boring and submissive as she pretended to be. There’s a wide world of fantasies she’s hiding inside that head of hers which includes, in her words, ‘her sexy-arsehole-overbearing-know-it-all-Boss’. And that’s me. But this isn’t it. I have only uncovered half of what she’s hiding. There’s more lot to my little secretive secretary. And our worlds might not be as different as she thought. Because she came running right through the door she wanted to exit.

A faint frown forms on my lips. “What is this…” I murmur under my breath. I slide a finger under the flap and tear it open. A single white sheet. I pull it out and unfold it. The moment my eyes land on the words, my entire body goes still. I KNOW YOUR SECRET AND THE TRUTH YOU ARE TRYING TO HIDE. AMARA ROOSEVELT. My breath catches. My fingers tremble so violently the paper almost slips from my grip. No. No… no, no…

“Yes. And I feel so guilty, but I keep imagining it.” Victor thrust two fingers deep inside her, curling them just right. “Guilt makes it hotter for you. Say it. Tell me you’re my secret slut now.” “I’m… I’m your secret slut,” she gasped, riding his hand faster. The wet sounds filled the quiet suite, but the bedroom door stayed closed. He added a third finger, stretching her. “Louder. Whisper it like you mean it.” “I’m your secret slut, Victor. Only yours right now.”

I said as I walked into my room. I dropped my bag on the floor and sat on my bed to call Jenny and tell her about Alex being in Antonio’s home. As I turned on my phone I saw an email notification. “That’s weird, who could be sending me an email by this time?” I asked myself as I tapped the email open. My eyes widened in shock as I read the message that was sent. “I KNOW YOUR SECRET.”

The air in my living room was thick with the scent of Mary's arousal and the faint musk of our bodies pressed close on the couch. The snowstorm outside howled, rattling the windows of my little apartment in upstate New York, but it only made the heat between us burn hotter. I had been carrying this secret for too long...my hunger for women, for her....and now, with Mary trembling beneath my touch, I was done holding back. My lips were still locked on her breast, tongue swirling over her hardened nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth as her soft whimpers filled the room. My fingers, buried in her slick pussy, pumped steadily, curling to hit that sweet spot that made her hips jerk against my h

“Get your ass out here before I call your mother, your therapist, and the damn Pope!” Still, I didn’t open the door. I didn’t eat. Didn’t shower. Didn’t speak. I just laid there—blanket over my head, curtains drawn tight, the world shut out completely. No phone. No light. No music. Not even TV. Just me and my disgusting truth. I was that girl. The one who slept with her best friend’s brother. The one who kept it a secret. For over a year. I told myself it didn’t mean anything. That I was just a body to Mason. Just a convenience.

My dark, unfazed eyes that were securely hidden behind my crystal clear gold-rimmed specks were glued on the tablet on my right hand as I rested my butt on my desk, calculative twirly the vodka that I occasionally took tidbit of sips from, dangling on my other hand with my back against the office and Chris, while the city lights that protruded from the vast city, reflected on my hard features from my up-to-down, transparent glass windows. A week. It's been exactly a week since I let everything that had been eating me up from within and beneath my surface out, the enormous, overwhelming secret, The loud echoes, growls, and cries from that night, a scene which I had carried in my head with me