All Chapters of Loving a Secret Lord: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

FORREST   “SO YOU are a guy who inherited billions worth of assets, but you chose to work at the nightclub?” Xandry spelled out as we sat down in one of the VIP lounges in Night Stalker. I wasn’t really in a mood to talk about wealth. All I wanted was to get drunk and numb the pain inside my chest. My mind went back to Megan. She was furious. After pouring out all my strength and effort of telling her who I was and how I felt, it still ended up pretty fucking badly. “I know there’s something off about him when he came to apply for a job. For a first-time bartender, he knew different types of liquors, spirits, wines, even the age, smell, and flavor just by smelling them, but I like him, so I hired Forrest without a second thought,” Pyke seconded. “You, a good-looking guy, is good for business.” “Father thought me at a young age. He had a winery, and he was also a sommelier.” “Your real father?” “No. I called him Papa. Fathe

FORREST   WHEN I turned around, It was Alan, and I wanted to roll my eyes. “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it? Milady, young master.” “Young master my arse. How old am I?” “Good to know that you got your humor back. When I was at your age, I was still fighting bandits in the middle of the wilderness.” He walked back inside the ballroom hall. “I don’t know what to do if it wasn’t for Alan, Mama. I wasn’t affected when Papa left after what he did to us, but I thought I lost half of my soul when Father died. You are the only person left to keep me from living. Then Alan came into my life. He became so important to me. He’d been there for me for the past years. I lived a life as normal as possible, knowing that you were safe and sound, and Alan was there to guide me. I owe him my life, Mama.” I stood up from my seat and moved to kiss her on her forehead. “I love you so much.” Moments later, the grand piano from the ballroom hall

MEGAN   “I’M SORRY, Meg. I didn’t think of that. I thought there’s something left for both of you to catch up.” I wiped my face. “Well, newsflash, he left me because there’s nothing left to continue, and I have nothing left to fight for. I was expecting every day, for twenty-seven days since he left, that he might call or send me a message, but it never happened. We barely even started, and I was just stupid to hold onto something that doesn’t anymore. It hurts, and I still have self-worth left, you know. It’s over. We are over.” “Oh, Meg.” I could feel the sincerity in her voice seeping through me. She shouldn’t be doing this to me because it was my fault in the first place, and I slept with one of our friends. “But one day, you have to open your eyes and take another look for the possibility that there’s still something to catch up or something out there.” “Just enjoy the party, and I’ll be right here when you all come back.” Ca

FORREST   “WHO ELSE is there that I don’t know about?” “Just tell me, what’s going on?” I grunted. I meant no disrespect towards him, but he kept throwing me sarcasm. “She’s wasted, lad. You better come here and save her arse before someone takes her to the hotel room.” “I’m coming.” I pinched the bridge of my nose as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “And don’t let anyone touch her, or I swear to God.” “You wanna mess up with them? These wankers are football players.” “I don’t give a bloody fuck! You know what to do. Be there in ten.” I hung up the phone and signaled the butler. “Sir?” He rushed toward me. “Bring me my car. Now!” “Yes, sir.” He nodded and bowed politely before he left. My friends came rushing towards me, wearing a confused look on their faces. “What’s wrong?” Camila asked. “Your friend is what’s wrong. Apparently, she has her way of host

MEGAN   I WASN’T thinking straight. I was still trying to wrap my head around everything. How the hell did I wake up lying next to Forrest? He’s naked, and his tattoo. God, his tattoo. And it was so sad that I couldn’t remember what happened aside from drinking with soccer players last night. Right now, I was overly aroused and completely forgot my hangover. My brain was hazy with lust, and I wanted him to do me and make me forget how angry I was at him. His smell and his presence alone were overwhelming, and the fact that his massive hard-as-rock cock was thrusting against my wet core was already intoxicating my brain. And as fast as how he made me arouse, that was how quick he was of walking out of my life. Not again! Terrified, I quickly dragged myself out of bed, propped my hands on my waist, and was ready to pull off my big girl’s pants. I was not wearing anything other than my black bra and panties, and who cared about havin