The Secrets Between Us Novels & Stories

When he found out that it was about me and my husband, he patted his shoulders and promised me that if I went to find him at the garage in the evening, he would teach me how to seduce my husband. In the evening, I came to the garage and Jason was already waiting for me. He threw me a bag and told me to get changed to whatever was in it. I was stunned when I saw what was inside. There was a low-cut top, a miniskirt, and a pair of stockings. How could I not feel embarrassed if I wore these in front of Jason? Besides, we were all alone. With that thought in mind, my heart raced. 'What does he want to do with me?'

“What if we weren't a secret anymore?” My heart stuttered hard against my ribs, flutters erupted widely in my belly, but I crushed that misleading feeling down. “No.” The word came out firm, sharper than I intended. His jaw tightened slightly. “Why?” I shook my head, stepping back, needing the distance, some space to breathe some air. “Because it won’t work,” I didn't like the way my voice quivered on the edge of tears. “We can never be anything but a secret. You're my boss, you are one of America's most Eligible bachelors, and I'm a divorcee, there is no way we can be together in the open”

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

"What did you say? You said something. Did you really talk?' She gulped looking at him. This is the first time she has spoken in front of him. Liam couldn't understand if he should react to her words or voice. It was a mere whisper but it touched something in his chest. She pointed at the paper. "Heaven's secret room" "Wait, how do you know this place?" Glenn questioned. "Liam, this place is owned by Milan." "Elena, how did you know about it?" Liam asked her again. Gently this time, not to scare her. "This code means Heaven's secret room" She mumbled again. Looking at him confused. "It means Milan has hidden something there." Glenn exclaimed and walked away to investigate. Liam smiled. "You

“No, I am. I really can’t tell yet. Everything is still new, and we don’t know how far it could go or would go, so we’ve decided to keep it on the low.” “Aww. That breaks my heart.” Lisa sighed and got up, then raised her hands above her shoulders and stretched. “Don’t you think it’s crazy that we now have so many secrets between us?” I didn’t like how she said it was ‘so many’ secrets. It was a few. One from her, one from me, and as far as I knew, she had kept the most secrets between us. “It’s not that many, Lis.” “But they are major stuff. I can’t tell you who I love, you can’t tell me who you are seeing. Pretty major stuff.”

“Get your ass out here before I call your mother, your therapist, and the damn Pope!” Still, I didn’t open the door. I didn’t eat. Didn’t shower. Didn’t speak. I just laid there—blanket over my head, curtains drawn tight, the world shut out completely. No phone. No light. No music. Not even TV. Just me and my disgusting truth. I was that girl. The one who slept with her best friend’s brother. The one who kept it a secret. For over a year. I told myself it didn’t mean anything. That I was just a body to Mason. Just a convenience.

and “kids live here. The door clicked shut. I didn’t move. Just stood there blinking at a banana in the fruit bowl like it owed me answers. The door shut behind them. I didn’t move. I just stayed there, still pink in the face, wishing I’d walked in thirty seconds later. Or maybe not at all. The kitchen was quiet again. I stood by the counter stirring tea I hadn’t taken a sip from. Aunt Linda walked back into the kitchen few minutes later, avoiding eye contact. I was still standing by the counter, pretending my tea was interesting. She cleared her throat. “That was… um. Greg.” I gave another small nod. Like, yeah. Alright. She scratched her head and leaned on the counter, facing me. “We are d

Then we drained bottle after bottle of alcohol. "Wow, I can't believe there are mothers who don't love their own kids." "Yeah. Some hurt their kids just to save their own dignity." Something resonated within us. And then someone extended their hand. I had no idea who—maybe it was me, maybe it was him—but we kissed. It was a hot, passionate kiss, and then he pushed me against the tree. It was… a crazy night. We both had so much pent up in our hearts, and we both wanted to find release. To find something we could vent on.

I stared at the screen and my hand shaked slightly. I didn’t sleep that night, the message stayed burned into my mind long after I turned the face of my phone down, I knew who it was from. Sienna had never seemed subtle, she had always preferred quiet cruelty, the one that left no fingerprints but plenty of damage. Whatever Sienna was planning, it's going to bounce back to her. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched Leo sleep, my chest tight with a fear I hadn’t felt in years. I had protected this secret with everything I had but now, it was no longer just mine.

And I did. We moved through the mansion in silence, past softly lit corridors and polished floors that reflected our footsteps. My thoughts spiraled. Was I being fired? No. He wouldn’t make a scene for that. Was I in trouble?Probably. Was I about to regret ever stepping near that west wing?Definitely. We stopped outside a set of double doors I had never seen before. Adrian pushed them open without hesitation. “Inside.” I stepped in. And immediately froze. It was an office.