The Secret Affair Store Reviews の小説・ストーリー

"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.

“I was just reading a book.” She gestured for Rachel to join her on the bed, hoping she wouldn’t notice how flustered she was, or have any reason to doubt what she'd been doing. Rachel perched on the edge of her bed, crossing her legs. “So… how was the movie?” “It was good,” Rachel said, eyes lighting up. Then, leaning in as if she had a secret, she whispered. “Steve and I kind of hooked up in the cinema.” Chloe froze, a laugh caught in her throat, dying somewhere between shock and disbelief. She blinked at Rachel. “How is that even possible?”

the clerk said, snapping me back, “We can only exchange these for store credit at this time.” I nodded, taking the small slip of credit in my hand. Good enough. I wandered through the aisles, letting the quiet hum of the store pull me away from the storm in my mind. Romance. Billionaire drama. Steamy fantasies I’d never admit to anyone. That would do. I pulled a paperback off the shelf, “Penthouse Rules” by Lola Noir. I thumbed and flipped through it, letting the over-the-top, steamy paragraphs fill my head. It was just enough to put Dom’s audio aside for a wihile.

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."

She walked closer to the shelf and picked up two books. “The koatsnto’s Marriage demand.” she read the title aloud. “Do men demand things before marriage?” she shrugged and held it to her other hand. “The subtle act of not giving a fuck!” “Nahhhh… this is definitely not my thing.” she placed it back on the shelf and her hand gripped another. “Forbidden affairs with his secretary.’ Unmmhhh… some hot shit right here, let's try it out.” She walked back to the chair and flipped the book but her eyes cut something and she read it wide aloud.

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.

“I’ll leave the house now. Will call you when I get to the store.” Some fifteen minutes later, I got out of the car and told Desmond, the driver where to pack the car. Walking into the store, I speed-dialed Mum and waited for her to answer the call while I eyed the different aisles of lingerie and underwear. One of the shop attendants walked up to me with her boobs on display and a bright smile on her face. “Welcome to Sexy Secrets. What can I help you with today?” she asked and I gave a nervous smile.

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.