The Secret Katherine Applegate Novels & Stories

She immediately disappeared toward the refreshment table before returning with enough food to feed an army. There was popcorn. Chocolate. Several drinks. More snacks than seemed necessary. I stared at the collection suspiciously. “Are we preparing for a siege?” “No.” “Then explain this.” “Movies require snacks.” “That makes no sense.” “It does.” “It doesn't.” “It does.” I sighed. Katherine smiled triumphantly. Several minutes later she finally settled beside me beneath a blanket before beginning her search for what she called the perfect first movie. After rejecting approximately thirty options for reasons I did not understand, she finally selected one.

She looked up at him with a sneer, "I don't think so… Mr. Patterson." But his expression didn't deter him. In fact, it egged him on. He sighed a made a mental photograph of her face. Every line, every feature. And it was safe to say that the woman was even more beautiful than she had been four years ago. More beautiful than all the women he'd ever known. And there was the part where she was good at what she did, good at acting. Being a secretary had certainly not been for her.

Silence follows. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Let's get you out of here," Lou murmurs, leading me to the car. Later, in the backseat, I stare at my phone, heart hammering as I read the headline from 'The Campus Scoop': ‘Monroe’s Millions Can’t Buy Loyalty: Heiress Dumped for Boyfriend’s Secret Gay Affair.’ Oh. My. God. My grip tightens on the phone. "Fuck!"

Great. It's a bomb... Katherine thought snidely. Katherine slowly pulled the leather briefcase out of the box and laid it on the crisp white desk in front of her. It was locked, but the key was tied to it with a silver ribbon so that she could easily open it. Katherine detached the key and unlocked the case, shutting her eyes in preparation for the explosion, she was almost sure would come. Nothing. Not a sound, let alone an explosion. Katherine slowly opened her eyes. She took her hand from the key and very warily opened the case. Inside was a brand new Apple Macbook laptop, the power Cord neatly rolled up beside the laptop.

“I’ve watched you over the last several months, and after seeing your transcript, I’m even more certain.” “Don’t feel pressured.” Katherine said. “Take some time and think about it. Either way, I’m going to tell the it guy to find me a reason for cake.” Katherine stood up and walked out of the office. As she walked down the hall, she started singing a made up song declaring pregnant women need cake. Geoff shook his head as he laughed and followed for entertainment’s sake. “That poor man. She gets pregnant and their roles reverse.” Frank laughed. “What do you mean?” Helen asked.

Katherine didn’t deny it. “I adjusted,” she replied. “Lily isn’t what you planned for.” “She’s irrelevant,” Elara snapped. Katherine smiled faintly. “That’s what you said about Alex once,” she replied. “Before he took everything from you.” Silence. “You’re getting emotional,” Elara said coldly. “No,” Katherine replied. “I’m getting precise.” She ended the call before Elara could respond. Then she sent one message. To an unlisted number. He suspects me. Speed it up.

'And no one has any idea. Valerie watched them return with narrowed eyes, clearly suspicious. She leaned toward her friend and whispered something, but Sara pretended not to notice. She focused on keeping her posture straight and her expression calm, even though Kingsley’s fingers were now gently tracing circles on her inner thigh, dangerously close to her still-sensitive pussy. Eleanor continued speaking, completely unaware of the secret tension. “Sara, tell me more about your app. Kingsley mentioned it’s doing very well. I’d love to hear about it from you.”

People were there too, each one engaged with someone while they conversed, laughing from time to time. "How nice," she cooed, as she stared at the smiling faces of the people. "Whether they are happy with their partners or not, the most important thing is they have someone to talk to," she sighed as she staggered over to a chair and sat down, as she pondered over what she had seen few minutes ago. Katherine was shocked by the most shocking scene she had ever imagined. How the hell was she supposed to react upon seeing Rock and Rose hugging? Rock wasn't hers, and she was only his secretary. So she did what anyone in their right sense would do, hiding in the dark.

“You too, future bride of Manhattan. Bye, babe.” “Goodnight, babe.” They gave each other a mock air kiss and slipped into their respective apartments. Katherine shut the door gently behind her. The apartment was dim and hushed, the after-scent of roasted beans still lingering from that morning’s grind. She slipped off her shoes, let her purse fall to the side, and headed straight for the fridge to grab a bottle of water. She was halfway through gulping it when she spotted her phone screen lighting up on the counter. 1 missed call — Kingsley.

~ Katherine replied. In her previous life, she acted emotionally, making one mistake after another. Today, Luna managed to get Sean confused, and for the first time, he was not in charge. This meeting brought back the confidence she had lost a long time ago. Sean and Camille, we've been in the lead for a long, sufficiently. Now Katherine was ready to take it from them. There was a way to do it, bedside; she had an ally they were unaware of. Greg could be her secret weapon against her husband, of course, if he could find out anything useful. ~ It depends on what he discovers. ~ Lucy was less optimistic than Luna.