Your Secret Is Safe With My Indifference Novels & Stories

“You don’t get to stand here and act like a victim, Victoria. You knew exactly what this engagement was.” " Just stop playing the victim here Victoria" he said not turning to look at her. " Oh wow I'm playing the victim you say. Drake you know, I agreed to all this for your image but I won't let you humiliate me. What do you want people to think of le when they find out about your "Secret"? Worst of it all with your office boy" She said her nose flaring in anger. " Leave! I said leave Victoria! I'm not having this conversation with you."

"Whenever. Wherever. And however I want." I let out a small, broken gasp. He reached the center of me, his palm pressing firmly against my pussy through the fabric of my lace panties. "And in return..." He hooked his finger under the edge of the lace, tugging it to the side. I felt the cool air for a split second before his warm hand slid directly against my bare, wet skin. "...your secret is safe with me." I let out a long, shaky moan. "Mmm-nnn-gh..."

But in the end, if this all keeps her safe, I don't care what I'll have to do. Equilibrium, sacrifice, and secrecy keep her safe. Those three have become part of me, now. **

She could feel sweat forming on her forehead and her hands were trembling slightly. She looked at the text message once more and it read: ‘Every secret thing must crawl out of the dark eventually. So stop living in the dark, it’s a sad place to dwell. And oh, your little secret is safe with me, love. But not for too long. ;) ‘

The way my throat feels raw, not from drinking but from holding back the scream that’s been lodged there since the second he first looked at me like I belonged to him. I set the glass down harder than I mean to. The clink of crystal on wood echoes like defiance. And that’s when I see it. The safe. Nestled in the corner of the room. Subtle. Out of place. Tucked into the shadows like something forgotten. But I haven’t forgotten. I move toward it before my brain can scream bad idea. Every step careful and quiet. I kneel before the safe, hands moving to the dial like I’m pulling the pin on a grenade.

His eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer to me, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. Maxwell nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. There was a look of disgust in his eyes, but he agreed with me, clearly willing to do whatever it took to get what he wanted. "Your little secret is safe with me," he said, his voice laced with malice, "but is it safe with you?"

Sweat beaded on my forehead as the mirror slid aside, revealing what Richard had so carefully hidden. A safe. Cold. Steel-gray. Built straight into the wall like it had grown there. Its surface was smooth, unmarked, almost arrogant in its silence. No scratches. No dust. Just a small keypad glowing faintly, as though it were alive—waiting. I’d never seen this safe while I was married to him. That bastard had always been as secretive as a sealed tomb. Several buttons lined the front, neat and precise. A password was required. That was a problem.

"I'm not running from anything." "Liar." The word was almost affectionate. "But don't worry. Your secrets are safe with me. After all..." He leaned close enough that his words brushed her ear. "Now they're my secrets too."

"We'll fix it as soon as possible ma'am." "You'd better." I crossed over to where Mariano was. "Hey. You okay now?" He nodded. "Thanks for that by the way." "You're welcome. Look, It's okay to feel that way. I mean, I know how embarrassing that must have been for you. To let down your guard for someone. Someone you don't even know. I mean, I've let down my guard for someone before and well, he took advantage of that. So it's okay. Your secret is safe with me," I whispered as a smile curled at the end of my lips. I turned and was about walking away when it clicked. "By the way, nice chest." I winked and smirked at him as I walked away.

"What did you calculate?" "I don't feel safe when I'm holding the Cayman keys," Isabella confessed, her dark eyes looking up at him with an absolute, terrifying honesty. "I don't feel safe when I'm running a decryption script on my father's mainframe. The only time the linen wardrobe in my head stops closing... is when you are standing exactly three paces behind my right shoulder."