Page 14 of Dirty Little Secrets

XAIDEN

I glance down at my cock tenting my pants. I’ve kept the office door locked since I got back from lunch, afraid I’d drag her in here and do the unthinkable and fuck her on my desk.

I haven’t stopped staring at her since she walked in this morning.

But she’s forbidden and I can’t go there with someone like her.

She’s too innocent for a man like me. I’m depraved and fucked up.

Raised under a different code. I’m not the man you walk down the aisle with.

There’s no offer on a house with a white picket fence.

I don’t envision myself coming home to children and a wife.

Because there’s no room in my life for any of it.

After a few more hours, I rake a hand through my hair, the time on the screen glows. It’s ten p.m., and I’ve been holed up in here coding the program for the McDavid account to replace the one she saw.

Vinny’s trying to stay in my good graces, bringing me business in hopes of a discount. Too bad he blew it at lunch the other day by eye-fucking my secretary. She was too busy trying to impress me but eventually she noticed. I noticed. I always do.

I check her file, still trying to understand how Emma picked her when Kristian pushed her application through as an internal candidate.

Her education is subpar compared to everyone else Emma selects.

But maybe the Ai caught something I didn’t.

She’s smart, sure—but disorganized. Late. And most importantly, not a threat.

There’s a knock. I close her file and check the camera.

I see it’s my best friend Mike. I hit the release, and the lock clicks.

He walks in like he owns the place. “What’s up? How’d the meeting go?”

“Good.”

He catches the shift in my seat and grins. “That bad, huh?”

“Fuck off.”

He drops into the chair across from me and props his feet up. “Let me guess…she annoys you.”

“Not in the way you think.”

“Dude, she’s perfect. Not your type. No risk of you wanting to bang her, and it’s obvious she’s terrified of you firing her.

You should’ve seen her when she came to get the McDavid file, looked like she was going to meet Satan at a sacrifice.

” He jerks his thumb toward the hallway.

“And… I’m still trying to figure out how that asshole Landon landed her.

Not that it’s any of my business, but at least you won’t have to worry about him sniffing around, trying to kiss your ass through her. I also overheard they broke up.”

The thought of Landon with her doesn’t sit well but I push the thought away.

I have to figure out how to get my shit together when it comes to that woman.

But every time I try to bury myself in my work, thoughts of her pop back up.

There is something about her that causes me to forget that she is my secretary.

“Any closer to finding out who’s fucking with the network?” I deflect.

Mike sobers. “No. There’s a leak, but they’re good. Every time we track it back it’s a dead-end. It’s like they’re learning the algorithm, collecting information and then—poof. Gone. No traces. No logs. Nothing. It has to be internal.”

I drag a hand over my face. “I know but I tried tracking every log in…”

“You designed it,” he finishes with a smirk and then it falls when he meets my hard stare. “Look, you’re brilliant, Xaiden. And rich as fuck. Why do you keep doing this?”

He means my underground work. The long hours. I don’t vacation. I’m hardly home. I own five houses besides my penthouse in New York and I hardly set foot in them.

I don’t share my personal life with anyone. I learned that hard way. Love is dangerous. It’s what got my mother killed. My father thought fucking my mother was an escape from his wife. And I was the bonus.

In his family’s eyes, there can only be one king in their world and since he didn’t have a son in his marriage, I was an asset.

Even if I was illegitimate, but I wanted none of after my mother’s death.

I also didn’t want to look into his wife’s scorned eyes every time I sat at the dinner table.

He wanted me to continue what he started; I wanted to start something new.

Besides, they could give Leo total control and I wouldn’t care.

At the end of it all, they needed me and the technology I built or the government will dismantle their operation.

The men in my family were raised not to love. We were raised to make money and destroy whoever gets in our way.

Mike will never understand my past. Who my father is or what I’m part of. My life is centered on control and it’s what has kept me alive. Made me a rich man and kept me under the radar. I don’t have to look over my shoulder or worry they will someone I care about.

Information is power. And I like power without the mess of getting my hands dirty. I could hack into any system from a laptop and no one would know it was me.

But Mike, he could have a normal life with a wife and kid.

“Why do you?” I shoot back. “You’ve made enough to start a family.”

“I’d get bored. I can’t have kids with someone I don’t care about.”

I understand where he’s coming from but he could have a normal life. He could find someone.

“Kind of hard when you spend your life behind a screen.”

He shrugs. “Same as you. Why don’t you settle down?”

I give him the same answer I give everyone that asks, the most logical one without opening a door that leads to more questions.

“Simple. I have specific tastes. Once they find out what they are, they’d run for the exit.”

He glances over his shoulder. “What about her?”

He means Nori Summers. “I don’t fuck my secretary.”

“Please. The way you eye-fuck her? It’s only a matter of time before your third eyes joins in.”

“I don’t eye-fuck her,” I scoff. “She’s not my type.”

“Keep telling yourself that. I’ve known you since college. We’ve fucked the same women. Some at the same time. I know what you like. And you like that she tries so hard to please you on her first day and… the innocence she wears on her sleeve.”

It’s not the only thing I like but I don’t tell him that.

“She needs a job. She’s broke. She stopped at Goodwill the other day before the lunch meeting for a shirt because hers was ruined.”

I’m not running a charity but I noticed the tag at lunch and pieced her resume together.

It’s obvious she doesn’t come from money.

It’s one of the reasons, I didn’t fire her.

The meeting was a done deal but I didn’t have it in me to tell her the truth.

I let her think she was the one that made it happen.

Her presentation was excellent. Textbook.

But the money was going to be transferred with or without the presentation.

“Pay her more.”

“I am.”

“It doesn’t look like it, if she shops at Goodwill. Anyway, since she’s not your type. Then you wouldn’t mind if I asked her out?”

My blood heats at the thought of Mike with her. He’d be good for her. But the image of her in a red bra, spread for him, makes me want to break something.

“Don’t fuck the employees, Mike. It never ends well.”

“Who said anything about just fucking? Maybe she’s the one that pops a kid out with me. She looks the vanilla type. Always in a bed, always missionary. Boring but hot as fuck. I always wanted to teach something.”

I don’t even realize my fists are clenched until I feel my knuckle crack. “No. I need her focused. I don’t want excuses about date nights when I need her available. Go find someone else to father your blonde, blue-eyed spawn.”

“Ouch. No faith in me at all.” He grins. “I thought I had a shot at normalcy.”

“You fuck a different girl every week, Mike. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

“Obsidian doesn’t count, dipshit.” He sits up, suddenly thoughtful. “Speaking of, there’s a new girl at the club tonight. Never seen her before. Since you blocked all access to member data, I can’t get her info. All I know is she goes by RED. Won’t show her face.”

I sit forward. RED? How did that slip? “Show me.”

Mike grins, unlocking his phone. After a biometric scan, the feed loads. There is no screen recording allowed. No screenshots. Total discretion. One violation, and you’re banned for life.

The voyeur room appears on screen. A woman in a black leather mask sits cuffed to a winged-back chair, her red bodysuit shimmering under the spotlight like diamond dust.

“Jesus,” I mutter.

“Right? Her body is…” He trails off watching the screen like he’s afraid he will miss a part.

Perfection. Her breasts full and high, beneath the fabric. Hips that flare into a tiny waist. Toned thighs. Shaved. She moves her hands over her torso causing the chains to pull tight as if she knows I’m watching. My cock throbs. She moans and then spreads her thighs. Her hand trails south.

The camera goes still. Silence blankets the room. My heartbeat fills the silence. I’m not usually one to watch. But I could watch her for hours.

She plunges two fingers inside herself. One hand pinches her nipple, the other fucks herself hard. Her moans are a symphony. Loud. Fingers wet making background noise lifting through the phone’s speakers. I’d give anything to replace her fingers with my cock.

“Fuck,” Mike groans.

She spreads further, legs resting over the chair’s arms. Her pussy swallows her fingers as she climaxes, moaning like it’s me she’s thinking of fucking.

And then?—

Her sultry voice drowns her moans. “Now who wants to stick their fat dick inside this pussy?”

Mike laughs, raising his hand like a schoolboy.

I stare at the screen, trying to place her. I come up empty. But one thing is clear—her name suits her perfectly.

RED.