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His Dirty Little Secret Epilogue
**Epilogue — Three Years Later** Cassidy’s POV The first rays of sunlight spilled across the lake like liquid gold, scattering diamonds over water so still it looked like glass. From the floor-to-ceiling windows of my studio, the view felt almost unreal—mist curling in soft ribbons above the surface, birds cutting slow arcs across the sky, and the garden below swaying in the early summer breeze. Three years. Sometimes it still amazed me how much life could change in three years. The studio no longer smelled of fresh timber and drying paint. It smelled like home. Oil paints. Fresh coffee. Vanilla candles. And, inevitably, glitter. There was glitter everywhere. No matter how often I cleaned, Lila somehow managed to leave tiny sparkling reminders of her existence in every corner of the room. I found it on my brushes, on my clothes, even once inside the spine of a book I hadn’t opened in weeks. She was everywhere, even when she wasn’t. The white lily painting still occupied the l
His Dirty Little Secret Eyes on me.
Cassidy's POV The world fractured into light and sound. One second, I was standing in the half-built bones of my studio with rain tapping through the unfinished roof and Lucas Voss watching me like I was a piece on his board. The next— Glass burst somewhere to my left. A floodlight blew out overhead, showering sparks across raw wood and wet concrete. A gunshot cracked through the storm outside, sharp and violent enough to seem impossible inside a place that was supposed to one day hold canvases, books, and Lila’s sticky little fingerprints on the window seat. Dante’s hand hit my waist hard, decisive, all instinct and command, and the floor rushed up to meet me as he drove me down behind the unfinished frame of the window seat. “Down,” he barked. I was already moving. My knees hit wet concrete, one palm catching on damp sawdust, the other braced against the rough beam. Dante came down with me, not on top of me, not trapping—covering. His body angled between mine and the open s
His Dirty Little Secret Gunshot
Cassidy's POV The property looked different at night. Harder. Less like a dream and more like a skeleton. Floodlights cut across the rain in white blades, illuminating steel beams, unfinished walls, sheets of wet plastic snapping in the wind. The main structure stood dark and raw against the storm, all angles and shadows and potential. My studio. Our future. Turned into a stage. Dante killed the engine. For one second, neither of us moved. Then he looked at me. “This is the last easy second you get tonight.” I nodded. “Then let’s waste it properly.” His hand came up and framed my jaw, thumb brushing once across my cheekbone. The touch was brief. Intimate. A claim and a goodbye to softness, both. Then we stepped out into the rain. Cold struck instantly. My shoes sank slightly into wet gravel as we crossed toward the main entrance. Two plainclothes guards emerged from the shadows long enough to give Dante the briefest nod before disappearing again. Visible e
His Dirty Little Secret Dressing for War
Cassidy's POV By six-thirty, I was in the private bathroom attached to Dante’s office, staring at my reflection beneath harsh recessed lighting and trying to decide what armor looked like tonight. My workday blouse was gone, replaced by the black silk shell I kept in a garment bag for evening events that bled straight from the office into the kind of dinners where women were meant to look elegant and men were meant to underestimate them. I paired it with slim black trousers instead of a skirt—practical, clean, impossible to snag if I had to move fast. Minimal jewelry. No visible softness. My hair, usually pinned into a neat knot by this hour, I pulled back into a low, sleek tie at the nape of my neck. Efficient. Controlled. I stood there for a second too long, fingers resting lightly against the hidden collar beneath the silk. A private pulse. A secret anchor. Something that belonged to us no matter who was watching. The bathroom door opened behind me. I didn’t startle. I
His Dirty Little Secret The Hour Before Eight
Cassidy’s POVThe rest of the afternoon fractured into strategy.Not panic.Not chaos.Something sharper.Controlled violence wearing expensive clothes and speaking in measured tones.Adrian Kessler was taken downstairs to a secure holding room two floors beneath legal, where Reynolds’ people could keep him contained until Dante decided whether he was more useful breathing comfortably or sweating. Lucas’s note was photographed, bagged, analyzed, and then returned to Dante’s inside pocket like it belonged there—like the threat itself had become part of the architecture of his body.The studio sat between us all now.A location.A trap.A wound.A promise.By five o’clock, the executive floor had emptied enough to feel haunted. The storm outside had deepened into something darker, rain striking the windows with a steady, punishing rhythm that blurred the city into ghost-light and steel. The building no longer felt like a headquarters.It felt like a command center.Mia had relocated to
His Dirty Little Secret You’d be exposed.
Cassidy’s POV I looked up at him over my shoulder, his hand still curled around the back of my chair, his body a solid wall of heat and control behind me.“No.”The word came out sharper than I intended, but not sharp enough to be regret.Dante’s brows lowered slightly. “No?”“If we change everything now, whoever’s feeding him notices immediately.” I turned in the chair so I could face him fully, one hand still resting on the tablet balanced across my lap. “He’s studying patterns, yes—but that means he’s also watching for disruption. If my routine changes too fast, too cleanly, too obviously, then the person giving him access knows we’ve seen the line he’s drawing.”His jaw flexed once.I could see him following it already. The logic. The danger. The necessity.I pushed on before he could answer.“We don’t slam every door at once,” I said. “We let one stay open long enough to see who’s standing behind it.”Across the desk, Mia looked up from her laptop, eyes flicking between us. Reyn
His Dirty Little Secret Don't disappoint me.
Cassidy’s POV "Son! Good to have the family back together. Tell us about that merger over dinner." Victor’s voice boomed through the foyer like a thunderclap, his broad hand clapping Dante on the back with that paternal force he always wielded—part affection, part assertion of dominance. "Son! Go
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Cassidy's POV "Let me hear you, Cass. Quiet, but for me." He backed me against the oak, the rough bark scraping through the thin fabric of the shirt, a delicious contrast to his smooth, callused hands that knew every inch of me. "Missed your arms too," I confessed between kisses, my fingers fu
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Dante’s POV "Dante... yes," she moaned, her voice breathy and needy, sending a jolt straight through me like lightning. Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling me closer as she arched off the couch, her body a live wire under my touch. The taste of her skin—salty from the faint sheen of sweat,
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Dante’s POV Heat built slowly at first, her lips yielding under mine, the kiss a spark that ignited the embers we'd kept banked all day. Cassidy's hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer as if to fuse us together, her body arching into me on the couch, soft curves pressing against the hard lin
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