Their Dirty Little Secret Novels & Stories

I felt him leak, just a little, when I stood to put my plate in the sink, and I squeezed my thighs together and kept moving. Six nights had been a lie. This was just the house now. Her man. My holes. A yellow dress in the wash and a door that would never stay locked again. I was my mother’s boyfriend’s filthy little secret. And I was going to stay that way.

she spat. Amber hadn’t ever seen him at a loss for words. She’d thrown him and revealed she knew the truth about their dirty secret. Very few knew about the disease father and son suffered from and it wasn’t something they wanted getting out. They feared it would cause repercussion from their board and investors of the railroad. And now he knew a dirty whore knew their secret. And she had the nerve to call him out on his appalling parenting skills or lack thereof.

I muttered. I wanted him…I needed him even though it was wrong. I tell myself that we were only humans driven by flesh even though I knew this was the greatest sin recorded in the history of mankind. This was betrayal to everyone around me. But I didn't fucking care…not yet. Jaxon was built differently, he was every woman's dream… Literally. He was on all billboard, magazines, news headlines…everything. And he was mine… my father's Boss…my dirty little secret.

There’s no way in hell she knew. “Oh, she doesn’t. I thought as much. Imagine the shock on my face when this bad boy approached in front of my door,” he said, tapping the edge of the flash drive on the table, and it was the exact same one I had at home. “Or did you think no one was going to find out? I know everything, James. All your kills, your Triad’s secret code. In fact, I know all the secrets that organization is hiding. Imagine Stella suddenly getting the information on this little piece of technology.”

I whisper, looking straight down at my lap. How can my tongue ever tell his noble ears about this dirty shame? How can my voice confess to the highest alpha in the territory that my young body sold its virgin heat for gold resources? I don't know how many secret surveillance photos this blackmailer holds in their claws. My soul is so scared that my dirty history from the Duskwild Expanse will get leaked to the entire pack. Especially if his eyes find out...

I have it saved because I hunted down for it and found it in the original lease agreement of her apartment before she bought it. My cock gives a twitch as I press the phone to my ear. “Evan Montague.” “Oh, that’s your name now?” she asks angrily. She’s always so damn angry now. It makes me so fucking hard to know that I’ve pissed her off as much as she did me. “Really? You’re not afraid that the whole world will find out?” “No, because you’re keeping my secret for me,” I say before sitting back in my chair. “My dirty little secret.”

When I come down the stairs, the three of them are talking. I stand at the foot of the steps quietly for a moment. I look to my left at my father's office. I go inside his office and lock the door. The office is a mess. I didn't look like this earlier. Was someone looking for money? KNOCK KNOCK BANG BANG "Veronica. You do not need to be in there?" Mr. David calls out. I ignore him and go to my father's desk. I open the drawer and get a key to his safety deposit box and the key to his safe. I quickly rush to the back of his office and open his panic room. I go into the panic room and shut the door.

He didn't stop until he was standing directly in front of me, his massive height completely towering over my small frame. I had to tilt my head back just to look at him, my heart hammering in a chaotic mix of fear and desperate adoration. He leaned down slightly, his dangerous, intoxicating scent of mint and expensive cologne wrapping around me. "Let's get one thing straight, Maya," he whispered, his voice dropping into a harsh, threatening tone. "This fucked-up marriage between our parents? It stays behind these walls. It must remain a secret." I blinked, the harshness of his words striking my already bruised heart like a physical blow. "What?"

Big names of men and women here and abroad. People in high places, people that would do anything to keep their dirty little secrets hidden. And she's just proclaimed to the world that she knew their names. The kid wasn't saying much; he had his head down, looking ashamed and embarrassed. I would, too, if I was married to that fuck nut.

“She killed your maid and almost pinned it on you.” “W-what?!” “It was an accident, she says—but I helped her clean up.” “Oh my god.” “Yes. What I’m trying to say is everyone has secrets. Deeper, dirty secrets.” She winked, and I nodded as I was starting to get what she meant. “So I buy time and find even dirtier secrets on Mr. Clarke?” I asked, and she nodded. “I mean... then we’ll blackmail each other.” “Yes, and make sure the secret is one that threatens to send him to jail. There’s nothing that shuts an enemy up more than a prison cell.”