Three Dirty Secrets Romane & Geschichten

I ordered a burger with an iced Americano, picking a nice table by the window. Nothing beats a nice view as you eat your stress away. "Why didn't I see anything about the club on the portal, or is there something you aren't telling me?" She takes a sip of her orange juice, giving me a look. "I knew you were going to ask. That's why I kept it a secret from you. There is this group—actually, it's not on the portal. This club is secret. Not everyone knows about it. Just the higher-ups who go there to satisfy their dark cravings.

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“Evan John? Please. That man is walking red flags in designer. All that money and fine-boy vibe? Yeah, it’s giving dirty secrets. Cheating, bribes… God knows what else. Men like him stay messy.” She stepped closer, dropping her voice like it was something dangerous. “We dig up everything. I mean everything. No soft evidence, no weak links. We want the kind of proof that can’t be bought, can’t be silenced. We find what he’s hiding and we bury him with it.” Her lips curled into a cold, wicked smile. “And when we’re done? Oh, we aired him out properly. I want the whole world watching when his little perfect image crashes. No mercy, no filter.”

Maya’s face flashed in my mind—her screaming my name, pussy clenching around me as I filled her with cum. The way she’d whispered that she loved being my sister while I fucked her. And now this? Clara holding our dirty secret like a loaded gun. I wiped her lipstick off my cheek with the back of my hand, but the taste of danger lingered. What the fuck was I supposed to do now?

The vibe in the press conference hall was absolutely suffocating. It smelled like expensive floor wax, over-brewed coffee, and the kind of nervous sweat that only comes when a billionaire knows he’s about to lie through his teeth. This was supposed to be Greg’s "Main Character" moment—the big clean-up where he’d tell the world the DNA scandal was just a glitch in the system. He stood at the podium, adjusting his silk tie with a smug look that basically said, “I’m too rich to stay in trouble.”

She spread her legs, giving me easier access to her inner thighs. "It's not what you think," I started. She turned on her side and gestured me closer. When I bent closer, she waved me closer yet. When I was inches from her face she leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "I'm not a virgin. Haven't been for quite a while. I've had three different lovers, and I've blown ten different guys. My parents think I'm pure as the driven snow. There. Now you know my secret and I know yours. Neither of us is going to tell, right?"

I was so careful, afraid that if I moved too fast, I would break his ribs or stop his heart. I started to sink down, slowly, bit by bit. I had never seen sex used as a cure. Not once had I heard anyone use sex as a remedy for death. But then again, I had never seen three men pretend to be triplets for years without getting caught. Never seen… this whole house was built on secrets I didn't understand. And who knows? Who knows why secret lies in this. As I moved, my eyes began to water. A sob caught in my throat. This wasn't about pleasure. It was about survival. I watched his face—his eyes were shut tight, his jaw clenched in a mix of pain and effort.

Her skin was cold, she was shivering. “You’re not rotten,” I said quietly. She looked at me then. Eyes searching mine like she was trying to find the lie. “I fucked my married uncle for three years,” she said, voice flat. “I let him bend me over his desk at the firm while his wife was downstairs hosting book club. I came harder when I knew she might hear us. I told myself it was just sex. Just release. But I liked the danger. I liked being the secret. And now the secret’s out and I’m sitting here wondering if I even deserve to feel this bad.”

Three weeks and she was begging for it. This past year we did everything. Threesomes, foursomes, full orgies where I let strangers line up and fuck her one after another. I'm 32 and I run a billion dollar company, people respect me, my dad’s a pastor for God’s sake. Tomorrow morning we’ll be sitting in church like the perfect couple and everybody will smile at us thinking I’m some saint. But I’m not. But I guess you already figured that. I'm fucked up. A soft knock came at the door.

Caruso looked like he was going to be sick. I went down the line, one by one, laying their darkest, most protected secrets bare on the table for all to see. I exposed their hidden partnerships, their financial crimes, their secret betrayals against each other. It was a brutal, systematic destruction of the web of lies they had all lived in for decades.