The Secret Affair Store Reviews Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Then no." They worked in easy silence after that. The store was narrow, crammed with secondhand fiction, occult guides, poetry chapbooks, and weirdly specific memoirs no one asked for but somehow still sold. Aria loved it. The smell, the hush, the way time bent in corners when you were surrounded by too many lives stacked on dusty shelves. A box waited behind the counter. Niko tapped it. "From some estate guy. Might be haunted." "Everything in here might be haunted."

I clicked the lock and leaned my forehead against it my breath escaping in a shaky exhale. "Clear?" Tyler asked. I turned to see him fully dressed, leaning against the bookshelf with his arms crossed over his chest. "Yeah, clear." I walked over to him, "That was too close." "I know." He unfolded his arms and reached for me, his hands settling on my waist and pulling me flush against him."You're a pretty good liar, Lee." "I had a pretty good motivation to not get caught," I murmured, tilting my head back to look at him.

By the time Friday rolled around, I'd convinced myself that I was ready. I had rehearsed our story, picked out the perfect "effortlessly in love" outfit, and reminded myself that this was just business. Then Liam pulled up in a black Mercedes, stepped out in a dark suit that looked like it had been stitched by angels, and I nearly forgot how to breathe. "Afternoon, Mrs. Wolfe," he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes. "Don't get ahead of yourself."

he emphatically told the old detective. Versa smiled and put his two hands on the pocket of his pants. “Listen, Mr. Rohan Martinez. You're not in a position to tell me that. Didn't you think we knew you had a secret affair with your secretary, Ms. Patrice Gabrielle?” he said to Rohan's surprise. “W-what secret affair are you talking about?” it suddenly seemed nervous and he immediately averted his gaze from the detective. He grinned in front of h and whispered into his ear.

So I don’t want all of my business colleagues there to witness it. I’m not ashamed of her. I’m ashamed of myself for succumbing to the tired old cliché movie of an executive and his secretary on a ‘business’ trip. Picturing it sounds vulgar and it makes me feel like an asshole. No one would understand how amazing Athena is. They wouldn’t think, “Oh, maybe he really likes her.” They would judge her the way I judged all the women my associates brought along to these types of conferences. A sly woman who seduced her boss!!

Raphael introduced me to Dominic, his eyes never left mine since he got into the room. "Isabelle, your boss here is my cousin, I didn't want to tell you so you won't feel awkward at work." And I looked at him in disbelief. What more is this man hiding from me? And what have I gotten myself into? Pregnant for his cousin? How would that make any sense in his ears? "Raphael, I never knew your wife was my secretary," Dominic said and laughed a little. "I want her to take a little break from work since she has been so stressed," Raphael said to him and Dominic looked at him.

But the lie didn’t taste right on my tongue. By noon, I was sitting in a small café across the street from campus, trying to eat something that felt like cardboard. My thoughts were stuck on him, on his voice, the way he looked at me like he was always trying not to. I pushed the plate away and stared out the window, needing a distraction. That’s when I saw him. Aiden. He was stepping out of a jewelry and gift store across the street. The kind that sold diamond rings and silver watches, the kind that glittered with meanings people like me didn’t believe in.

Tonight was Christmas Eve, and the rest of the staffs had all gone home to celebrate with their family, but as his secretary I'd stayed back because Alaric was working on a very important project. I sat in my swivel chair, staring through the dark glass partition that separated Alaric's office from mine, feeling a familiar, pulsing ache deep in my core. I couldn’t help it anymore. The isolation and the long suppressed ache was making me reckless. I let my hand crawl slowly up until I cupped my V area. The lace of my panties was already soaked as a result of the dirty fantasies I’d been replaying in my head all afternoon.

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♡

She put to bed a happy baby boy, who looked more chubbier than his elder sister did and he ended up buying the heart of everyone as well. Their lives were blessed as they lived in the most happiest moments of their lives forever. Their love started with a SECRET at first but it was a beautiful COUNTRY ROMANCE. THE END.