Secretly Yours Tessa Bailey Novels & Stories

I wonder what he sounds like when he is close and when he comes and. I am so lost in my dirty thoughts and missed the way Mia was looking at me until she spoke. "With that look on your face, Sweetie? I think it's definitely a secret office romance." My cheeks turn a bright red and just because I am still a little bit worked up from my imagination, I ignore her and silently continue packing my bags.

I narrowed my eyes at him, watching as he stood up and let out a groan, "can you take me to that girl? I nodded, standing up as well. I then began walking in the direction of the basement with him following me quietly and closely behind. After a few more steps, I opened the mental door, revealing the girl who was sitting on a chair with her eyes closed, her head thrown back and soft snores coming out from her. Maybe I left her out there for too long? "Athena?" The name flew out of Alessio's mouth which made me furrow my brows in confusion. He walked towards her, taking rather large steps, "fucking hell," he breathed out once he was standing right in front of her, "is she dead?"

She walked into the nearest bathroom to breathe. Just then she heard the sound of running water and looked to the side. It was a man. "What are you doing here?!" She yelled at the man who was washing his hand in the sink. It was Hottie the CEO. "Shouldn't I be asking you this?" He said very coldly, still washing his hands calmly. It was then Shira noticed some urinals off to the side. "Oh my!" She shrieked, running out of the bathroom. 'What a weirdo' Cole thought.

Sexually. I reach the small cabin which is built of glass outside the CEO's massive cabin. I see two telephones, a printer, and a fax machine on the table. I decorate my new table with the Hotwheels car, a dog's photo frame, ashtray, and the playboy swimsuit calendar. Yay! I see a file lying on the desk with the title, "Non-Disclosure Agreement." Which instantly clicks in my head, Christian Grey! Is Ryan into BDSM, wait that's why he chose me as his secretary? Does he know who I am?

“The one you used to secretly talk to Julian?” Tessa blinked, keeping her gaze on him. “You… you checked my phone?” “Answer me, Tessa!” Nathan pressed, ignoring her question. “Who is he? Why are you telling him all your secrets? What else are you hiding?” The thought of Tessa secretly communicating with another man made his body tense beyond reason. “He’s my lawyer,” Tessa said. “He’s handling my dad’s appeal.” “And you’re paying him with what?” Nathan stepped closer. “Because I’m pretty sure it’s not with money.”

"The market’s moving, Carver. She’s a wildcard now. If she starts talking, the whole city burns." The line went silent for five long seconds. "I’ll tell him. But if this is a bluff, Bailey, there won't be enough of you left to fill a soup cup." "I don't bluff on Moretti time," Bailey said and cut the line. He set the phone down and stared at the word he’d circled on his pad: Wildcard. In eleven years of moving secrets, he’d never felt the itch at the back of his neck quite like this. The late afternoon light crawled across the walnut desk, turning dust to gold. Lina pressed the hidden release. Click. The false bottom gave way, revealing a single, un-sleeved photograph.

My Toyota 4Runner is nothing but a shell of scorched metal. Everything is gone. Including Amos. I watch as Dalton and Curtis walk back toward where I’m standing in the driveway with Bailey. They’re taking their time. I wonder what they’re talking about. “He seems nice,” Bailey says softly, her arm linked in mine. “You should have told me about him sooner. You didn’t need to sneak him into the house, you know.” I shrug, smiling to myself. I lied, of course. What good is the truth now, after everything that happened? To Bailey, I just had a secret lover.

“Yes, I get it.” ‘I will be back, Calvin Haysbert. I will be back when you will think that all your problems have been solved. I will be back at that moment.’ Tessa Bale talked with herself. At that moment, she didn’t have any other choice other than to wait until she would have the upper hand. *

“I’m not a gold-digger, and I know what you’re trying to do. You’re wrong about him. You and I both know it was you who lied to the press about me.” Admit it. Admit it. Admit it. It couldn't have been Alex. I refused to believe it. I stared at him, feeling sweat start to form along the back of my neck. “Bailee. Maybe you should talk to your boyfriend,” Caleb laughed, standing from his chair and making me recoil back. “It seems like the two of you have been keeping a lot of secrets from each other. Does he know you’re here today?” I didn’t respond but followed his gaze as he smiled widely to the side. Striding toward us was an outraged Alexander Kingston.

I quickly moved away from him. Asher rushed after me, he turned me to him, hurt and confusion all over his handsome features. “What the fuck?!” he stuttered. “Dirty little secret?!” “I am sick of being treated like a fucking secret by people. So just fuck off.” I felt tears threatening, and needed to get away. “I thought you were different.” My voice was turning into almost a sob… “Bailey, what are you talking about?” he tried to reach for my hand, but I pulled it from his grip.