Novel & Cerita Sekretaris Ku Canduku

I asked confused "I have a ball I have to attend tomorrow, Calhoun Ballenge is throwing a huge party tonight to raise awareness about his presence in the upcoming election. I don't want to go alone, I remembered you also said something about liking him too. , I suppose you'd thrilled to tag along too" I have never been to such occasions, he was right I'd be thrilled to. "As your secretary, I suppose" "No Miss Hardy, as my date or plus one." "I have never heard of bosses taking their secretaries as their date" "You are different, I guess. For some reason I don't see you as my secretary" For some reason that sounded akward. Mr Angelo's Hateful words came rushing back. 'He made them feel differ

MK came back looking solemn. “Miss Brown, can I have a word with you please?” He asked, and I looked at me, Xavier, before looking at him. “S…” “What do you want with my secretary?” Mr. Xavier asked. “Nothing much, Mr Xavier, I just need your secretary for a few minutes.” “What’s that, if I may ask?” “Like I said, it’s nothing much, my main model for today’s program was involved in an accident on her way here.” “So.” Mr. Xavier drawled.

“You’ve got three weeks’ worth of emotional tension leaking out of you. Time to channel it into something more productive.” I opened the folder. An internal compliance request—routine, but with a curious stamp. “Why does this say ‘Confidential: Rourke Holdings London Division’?” She gave me a look. “That is what I was going to ask you.” … After everyone left for the evening, I stayed behind. Curious about what was in the file,but it never worked in my favor. I told myself I was just organizing paperwork, but when I opened the shared finance directory and clicked on a folder Elias had flagged two weeks ago, I found a draft memo.

Caspian Lund hadn't even had the chance to speak when his secretary already jumped in. "Ms. Leclair, I know you're older and can't handle alcohol, so I specially prepared this drink for you." I shot her a sharp glare and snapped, "Shut up. This isn't your place to speak." Instantly, Susie Winters shrank timidly behind Caspian. "Cas, why is Ms. Leclair so harsh? I didn't mean anything by it…"

She had heard that the magnate had no descendants. She transferred the call to her boss and returned to work. It was unbelievable how all that intense desire she had felt in the previous days had vanished as soon as she left the company and went home the day before. That sudden, uncontrollable heat no longer existed, but the memory of it still made her blush. The other secretary had retired and left the position. Now, in the office, it was just her and Mr. Darkmoor. --- Mark stood up and adjusted his jacket before heading toward the door.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

There won’t be anything serious, nothing serious at all. I trust you, Ansh. I trust you. Making sure not to make any noise, I walked inside the gates of the warehouse. It took a few seconds for my vision to adjust to the low lights around the area. There were no workers, nothing, just silence and lots of clothes, bags, shoes, and appliances. I licked my lips as I read the name on the board near the door. “Adaa enterprises,” it read. I knew my Ansh couldn’t do anything wrong. He left that life for me, he left everything for me. I made no mistake in choosing him.

Maybe I could pretend that withdrawing my application was a ruse to learn his name. It felt like another version of myself was speaking in my head. Clearly, I was losing it. Before I could even find a dark closet to hide in, a voice rang out from Kingston’s office. “Secretary candidates, come to my office.” My feet felt like lead as I stood. I followed the other three junior assistants in, trying not to make eye contact with anyone or anything. I kept my eyes glued to the carpet—plush, expensive, and definitely too good for my bargain shoes.