Three Dirty Secrets Novels & Stories

Didn’t grab my arm. Didn’t say wait. I got to the door. Hand on the knob. Panic clawed up my throat. I spun around. “What about your secret fetish ?” I blurted. Voice cracking. “The one where you want a threesome? With me and her? You still want that?” The room went dead quiet. Noah’s face went white. “How…how the fuck do you know that?” Yvana laughed. Slowly and Smug. “Oh honey. You really thought he kept secrets from me?”

Because now— Three people carried secrets. And none of them— Were safe anymore.

The photos stopped being cute. The last few: Ethan alone, shirt unbuttoned, eyes heavy-lidded while straight at the camera like he knew someone would see. Like he *wanted* someone to see. Then, a tucked-away folder labeled **Archive 3** It looks vague, and was hidden between “Taxes 2024” and “Contracts Signed.” Probably business. Probably none of my business. Yet, I clicked, and the moment it opened, dozens of thumbnails loaded instantly. Men. Entwined.

She was going to socially BBQ his ass with the hidden benefit that ole Trent was about to be incommunicado for the next few months. "Cáel, what just happened?" Libra asked softly. "Who do you really work for?" Suddenly that little 'corporate confidentiality' discussion I had with Trent had a new, sinister implication. "That bastard dumped me in front of a bunch of strangers!" Brooke seethed. If there was any doubt, I am a bastard too. "It was worse than that," I consoled Brooke. "He lied about your intimacy so he could get this job." I didn't bring up the crap I went through because I didn't matter in her world.

Only the wealthiest could afford to pay for the membership card and men like rich businessmen, actors, celebrities and even famous politicians came to the place to release all their sexual desires. Women on the show can be taken home for a special price and there were VIP rooms underground where patrons can take their women and fuck them. “C’mon, she might hear you. I don't want to get on her bad side, she can be a real bitch if she wants to.” Brianna rolled her eyes. Margaux continued to giggle. “Let me get that robe, darling. Good luck!” Brianna let out a shaky sigh. She tried her best not to feel nervous. She’s been doing this for almost two years now, but every show never fails to make h

Madrigal had rules, yes, but she also had a glint in her eye that hinted at pleasures behind closed doors. "You're in Room 3B," she said, handing Alina the key. "No loud music after ten. No boys after midnight. And don’t snoop." Alina nodded, unaware that 3B had a connecting door locked from Mrs. Madrigal’s side. Weeks passed, thick with summer heat. The house creaked with secrets. At night, Alina would sometimes hear soft, rhythmic thumps through the walls, low moans that made her breath hitch, and once whispers calling out, begging, surrendering.

Finally, we collapse, limbs tangled in a knot. Sweat covers us, pussies still twitching. I pull her close. 'This stays secret, Harper. Just us.' She nods, kissing me soft. 'Promise. Our forbidden thing.' We lie there, breathing heavy, bodies pressed tight.

In that moment, I am somewhat grateful that what he meant to use to embarrass me had given me a new experience. I’m still flustered, panting heavily when Jaxon picks up a phone and calls their car. We drive to one of their chain of hotels in the city. They usher me in through a secret entrance, which is understandable. We certainly don’t want a scandal in the morning. Scandals are bad for business. In the hotel room, I am slutted out and fucked by all three of them. They take different parts of my body, kissing me, telling me how beautiful I am. It’s almost unreal how much pleasure they give me.

He must have kept the evidence of his dirty secrets in a place where it won't be discovered easily. My eyes fell on a bookshelf at the back of the room. I’d seen it hundreds of times, but only now did I really see it. The books were not old novels but instead about sports, football magazines, and even a few on gambling. “Motherfucker,” I hissed as I crossed the room. It took a few seconds of pulling books and magazines down before I found it. A thick manila folder tucked behind Sports Betting for Beginners. With a heavy heart, I took it over to the desk and opened the folder. A few seconds in, a cold knot formed in my stomach.

Althea Everyone had secrets. Some were harmless—like dropping someone’s toothbrush in the toilet and pretending nothing happened, copying someone’s homework, or even paying someone else to do their work and passing it off as their own. Others … well, others were far darker. The kind that could ruin lives, destroy families. The kind that could get someone killed. There were all kinds of secrets people carried. Matthias was no exception.