บททั้งหมดของ HIS SECRET DESIRE (MxM): บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Robin's POVI was halfway through repainting the trim in Mrs Henderson's dining room when my phone rang with a number I didn't recognize, and normally I wouldn't answer during work but something made me pick up on the third ring.Robin? The voice on the other end was familiar in the worst way, a voice I hadn't heard in over a year and had been perfectly happy never hearing again.Adam. I set down my paintbrush and walked out to the hallway where Mrs Henderson couldn't hear. What do you want?I know I'm probably the last person you want to hear from but I've been thinking about you a lot lately, I wanted to talk to you about us.There is no us, there hasn't been an us for a long time. I leaned against the wall, trying to keep my voice steady even though hearing him brought back all the anger I'd worked so hard to move past.I know I fucked up, I know I hurt you and I've spent the past year regretting it. He sounded sincere, which made it worse because Adam had always been good at sound

Robin's POVThe cottage was better than I'd imagined, all weathered wood and ocean views and the kind of privacy that made me feel like maybe we could actually breathe here. Christopher had picked me up Friday evening and we'd driven up the coast with the windows down, his hand on my thigh while music played low.We barely made it inside before Christopher had me against the door, his mouth hungry on mine and his hands already working at my clothes. I want you on the balcony, he breathed against my neck, I want to fuck you where anyone could see if they looked hard enough.There's no one around for miles. But the idea sent heat through me anyway.He led me out onto the deck overlooking the water, the cold air hitting my skin as he stripped off my shirt and pushed my jeans down. The railing was rough under my hands as he positioned me facing the ocean, his body pressed against my back.You're mine out here, he said low in my ear, no secrets, no hiding, just mine.Then take what's yours

Tio Chad POVI'd been following Christopher Hall for three days before Friday arrived, documenting his movements with the kind of methodical patience that made me good at this job. Thursday morning I started my surveillance at six AM, parked across from the luxury penthouse building where he lived with his wife, the woman who'd hired me under the name Sarah Anderson.Christopher Hall was a creature of habit during the week. Left for work at seven fifteen every morning, black Mercedes, never varied his route. Spent most days in his office at Golden Anchor Homes headquarters, business lunches that looked legitimate, evening meetings that ran late but all seemed work-related.Tuesday and Friday nights though, those were different. That's what Ms Anderson had mentioned, the pattern she'd noticed, and she was right to be suspicious.Friday afternoon I watched him leave his office earlier than usual, around three PM instead of his typical six or seven. He didn't head home though, drove inst

Robin's POVTuesday morning I woke up thinking about Christopher and the cottage and how Monday night at the cabin had felt different, more serious somehow, like he was actually starting to believe his own promises about leaving. He'd told me he was researching divorce lawyers, making actual plans instead of just talking about them, and I wanted so badly to believe him.But then my phone buzzed with another text from Adam and reality came crashing back."Good morning. I hope you're having a better day than yesterday i've been thinking about you constantly."I deleted it without responding, the same way I'd deleted the other messages he'd sent since that phone call last week. I wasn't going to engage, wasn't going to give him the opening he was looking for.Work helped distract me. I had three jobs lined up for the week, starting with finishing the trim work at Mrs Henderson's place and then moving on to a kitchen renovation in the suburbs. Simple, straightforward projects that let me

Sophie's POVI called Tio from my car, my voice sounding steadier than I felt. Can we meet? I need to settle the payment and I have some questions.Of course, Ms Anderson. There's a coffee shop on Fifth and Market, quiet place, good for private conversations. Say thirty minutes?I'll be there.The drive over felt surreal, like I was watching myself from outside my body. Every red light gave me too much time to think about those photos, about Christopher's face when he looked at Robin, about how I'd somehow spent ten years married to someone who was in love with somebody else the whole time.The coffee shop was exactly what Tio had promised, small and tucked away with only a handful of customers. He was already there at a corner table, looking professional and composed in a way that made me feel like I was falling apart by comparison.Ms Anderson. He stood when I approached, gesturing to the seat across from him. Thank you for meeting me.I sat down and pulled out my phone, opening my