Todos os capítulos de The Double Life of My Hot Secretary: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

I stood there frozen in the doorway my eyes locked on the bed. The woman stirred and turned her head straight toward me. She tried to cover her tits with one arm but it barely worked. A smirk pulled at her lips. “Oops.” My stomach dropped so hard I felt sick. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t speak. I just spun around on my heels and walked out fast shutting the door behind me with a quiet click. I pulled my phone out with shaking hands and booked the first cab I could find. “My apartment on 5th please. Hurry.” The whole ride I stared out the window replaying that smirk over and over. When the cab stopped I paid and ran up the stairs. I pushed the apartment door open and Frank looked up from the couch, “girl where the hell you been? You just abandoned me for days. I was texting you non stop thinking something happened.” I dropped my bag and the tears started falling before I could stop them. “Frank please I need comfort right now, everything is so fucked up.” He ju

I froze completely with the cold gun pressed to my head. My heart slammed so hard I could hear it in my ears. "Don't move a fucking muscle," the guy growled low right in my ear. "You scream and I blow your brains out. We're going for a little walk now." He started dragging me backward away from the club door his arm tight around my waist. My heels scraped the pavement. "What the hell are you doing?" I gasped trying to twist free. "Let me go! This isn't funny!" "Shut your mouth," he snapped yanking me harder. "Keep walking or I'll make sure you never walk again." I raked my fingers through my hair and pulled hard my mind spinning. "Am I too drunk? Is this even real? Maybe I'm hallucinating the whole thing. Please tell me I'm just fucked up from the shots." But the gun stayed cold against my temple and his grip hurt. It was real. My legs shook so bad I almost tripped. "Please stop," I begged voice cracking. "I don't know who you are or what you want just let me go I swear I

I lay there catching my breath still naked and clamped. Alan pulled me up off the floor like I weighed nothing and carried me straight to the bedroom. He set me down on the mattress climbed in beside me and yanked the blanket over us both. “Sleep now Hazel,” he muttered, already half gone. His soft sleep sighs started deep and steady in minutes. I waited heart thudding so loud I was sure it would wake him. When it didn’t I slid out slow inch by inch until my feet hit the floor. I grabbed his white shirt from the chair slipped it on fast and buttoned just two buttons. My hands shook the whole time. I raked my fingers through my hair and looked at the door. “Okay okay you got this. Just find the keys and go.” I rummaged through every drawer in the nightstand then the dresser yanking them open quiet as I could. Nothing. I checked his pants on the floor his jacket on the hook. Finally in the bowl by the door I felt the cold metal. “Yes!” I whispered grabbing the keycard

I sat on the cold hardwood floor for I don’t even know how long. My arms stayed wrapped tight around my knees while I rocked slowly back and forth. Time felt blurry, minutes bled into hours. I had no idea anymore. Heavy footsteps came down the hall. I flinched hard and pressed my back tighter against the wall. Alan appeared holding a tray. He crouched down right in front of me until we were eye level and set the tray on the floor between us, “I cooked it myself, eat.” I slapped the tray away with all my strength. Plates and food flew everywhere. Glass shattered and scattered across the floor. His eyes followed the mess for a second then snapped back to me, “what? You’re going to starve now?” I stayed completely silent staring at the spilled food instead of him. “Answer me Hazel,” he said, voice low. I kept my mouth shut. “Fucking answer me,” he repeated louder. “You’d have to kill me first before I eat anything from you,” I finally said. “I’m going to die e

Alan pov I stood in the empty foyer, staring at the open door she had just walked through. My chest felt tight like someone punched a hole right through it. I hated to see her go, she was safer with me. I could protect her. I thought I was used to everyone hating me, veen that way my whole life, thought I could handle her hate too. But the look on her face... She was fucking flinching, I couldn't bear it. I paced the room back and forth. My hands started shaking. I grabbed the nearest lamp and hurled it against the wall. It shattered loud, glass flew everywhere. “She looked at me like I was a monster,” I said louder kicking the coffee table over. The wood cracked. It was like I was the worst thing that ever happened to her. I did all of this for her and now she’s gone, rnning around out there with no shoes no phone no nothing. I slammed my fist into the wall. Pain shot up my arm but I didn’t stop. I punched again and again until my knuckles split open and blood s