Your Secret Is Safe With My Indifference Novels & Stories

I say to him. “Alright, cool. Your secret is safe with me, alright?” “Thank you,” I cry softly. “Thank you so much.”

26 - Mia Lauren Hudson I miss you so much. - A Safe Harbor December thirty-first. I loved this date. I loved knowing that all the wounds, pains, and disappointments were being left behind. I always liked the feeling of being cleansed when the clock struck midnight. It was something that relieved me, and deep down, I deluded myself a lot with all of this. Because nothing ever changed for me, never. Not even my haircut.

The irrational desire towards her makes him insane for her even more. Isabella- the mere mention of this name was enough to send his groin into overdrive. But this is wrong. She is his secretary. There is a huge difference between him and her. It's not like she seduced him but her innocence and simplicity is more seductive than that. There's a bunch of girls out there who are willing to give themselves to him but this girl never once looks into him with some other means. From last month she never complained about her work. She put up her all into what she did. He appreciates this about her the most.

“I should call Ryan and have him take it on his way out,” I say while bringing out my phone. But then I stopped when I realized it’s been almost 10 minutes since I left Ryan, and he should have already left the place by now. Having no other choice, I got out of my car to go get it myself. Getting closer to our secret place, I begin to hear some funny voices. Once I’m at the door, I realize it’s a girl moaning, and I also hear slippery sounds and skin slapping against each other.

It's just between us. " Drive carefully" he sings again taking me out of my thoughts. I'm sorry Jade. I really need to protect my reputation and my job. I'm already at risk. There's only one thing I have to do. Chapter 16✔️

Zach’s tongue smacked together as he simply gave in, “Fine then, trust your secret is safe with me.” “Secret?” I laughed. “This is no secret of mine; if I find you talking to anyone about it, then you will drop dead, and I mean it.” I gave him a steely look, making sure he understood the seriousness of my warning. "Understood," Zach muttered, looking slightly taken aback by my intensity. Zach made a motion to leave again, and I said again, “Also, you most likely won’t remember any of this as this is another time.”

But it does not change the fact that his deportation haunts you as much as depending on the good will of strangers. I roll my eyes. "I trust my secrets to a few people. Afterwards, I'm the type who suffers in silence and prefers to die choking than having to say everything he really thinks. And you, being a stranger, have no right to demand my trust. Can you understand, buddy?” "Then negotiate your secrets" he bends his lips in a brief smile. "Save a secret, and you'll have to pay me two answers. I'll do the same if I want.” Against the other hand, I feel curious and tempted to refuse the brief agreement. Maybe it's my compulsion for business to speak louder.

“What are you hiding from me?” I regained my composure and searched for a smile I quickly found. “It’s a secret.” “There isn’t supposed to be any secrets between us, if I’m correct.” His expression became frigid. “I know, but you'll find out about this very soon. It’s a surprise.” I smirked, trying my best to not seem suspicious. I wasn't scared that he had heard me speaking to Indy, but I was scared that he could’ve heard me speaking to someone else that wasn’t Indy and what would his reaction have been?

The staff were my burden to manage, my secret to keep. Gently, careful not to wake him, I smoothed a stray lock of hair from his forehead. His skin was warm, vital. A tangible reminder of the life we’d claimed. The fear was still there, coiled tight beneath my ribs, but alongside it bloomed a defiant tenderness. Let the world outside this room hold its judgment. For this moment, watching him breathe, feeling the echo of his touch on my skin, the secret felt less like a shame and more like a fiercely guarded treasure. A precarious, dangerous treasure, yes, but ours.

Words as soft as rain started pouring into my fears and doubts, washing them away, but leaving me all vulnerable and open yet safe. While raising my head and looking up, my eyes encountered him. A wave of comfort and a sense of safety washed over me at that moment. Adrian's eyes were like the sanctuary where one could hide, locking all the world and being oneself within. And here, in the present moment, I knew: I could always entrust Adrian with everything that was my deepest secret.