All Chapters of Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Will you just calm down so I can explain myself?" He has the audacity to growl. Shaking my head, "No. I don't want to hear it. Anything that comes out of your mouth is a lie! Everything between us is a big fat lie!" I cry out hysterically as I throw my arms up in the air. "You didn't last longer than twenty-four hours before you cheated on me!" I rush past him and I start pulling my clothes out of the closet, tossing them onto the bed. After a brief period of consideration, he approaches me and stands in front of me. His body is a whisper away from mine as he prevents me from pulling any more of my clothes out of the closet.  [Stop!] "Dur!" He says in an ordering tone.  "Move." I challenge him. [Nope.] "Yok. You will listen to me one way or another." Folding my arms across my chest, I give him a challenging look. "You're the big affair I'll forget, Aydem. Shit," I snort. "You'll be the only man I'll think of with regret." I

"Hit me!" "I can't." "There is no such word as can't. Now try again and hit me!" "We've been going at it for three hours straight already, Neriman. I can't."  "That's truly disappointing to hear, Mila. I never took you as a quitter." "I'm not. I'm tired." "You're quitting. Admit it."  "Winners never quit," I growl, wiping my sweat cladded hair out of my face. [Yes,] "Evet that's right, so is, quitters never win and you are a quitter." Her left eye twitches as she tries her best to infuriate me more than I already am. "You know what, I don't need this shit," I say bitterly as I start to unravel the hand wraps embedding my knuckles. "I asked Aydem to teach me what he knows and I was hinting more along the lines of fire weapons." "You already know how to aim and shoot. What good is a gun if you are approached from behind?" "What good is face to face combat if I'm outnumbered?" "You

I take one final glance at myself in the full-length mirror, inhaling a deep, shaky, long breath. Filling my lungs with enough air to prevent myself from fainting as anxiety engulfs me. I mean, it's pretty clear that I'm not a trained exotic dancer or a runway model. It's taking everything inside of me not to try and escape out of the damn window. I'm willing to risk my life over this. I'm afraid I've bitten off more than I can chew and Aydem is on the other side of the door, sitting on a chair waiting for me. My poor husband's probably wondering what the hell is going on. I turn away from the mirror, the longer I stare at myself the more my anxiety climbs through the roof. My fingers wrap around the cold doorknob and I peer down at myself.A red silk robe clings to my body like a second layer of skin. Beneath the robe, my body is encased in the skimpiest lingerie I swear Mercedes and Neriman could find.My physique burns with an

"That's right baby, take all of me." He growls. My eyes water, as I gasp, gag and moan.Struggling to breathe as he fills my mouth, undoubtedly giving every inch of himself to me. I take it all like a good wife that I desperately crave to be for him.I want him, I need every delicious inch he has to offer me.We mark each other in our most intimate places, claiming one another as my nude lipstick smears across the base of his cock.  A statement that I deliberately make by showing him that I have put a ring on it and it is exclusively mine from this point forward. Saliva infused with premium precum slides down the side of my mouth, my chin and it drips onto my breasts.I swirl the tip of my tongue over the mushroom of his cock, slowly gliding my flat, moist tongue along his shaft and over his throbbing vein. Taking him in my mouth, inch by inch, I hollow my cheeks, sucking him off harder. "Fuck, askim." [my love.] His

Slowly sipping on my glass of red wine as I look at Aydem over the rim, a small smile curves on the corners of my mouth. Setting his utensils down on his plate, he picks up his crystal glass with whiskey on the rocks and takes a sip from it, his eyes never leaving mine."You keep looking at me like that askim [my love], I'll have no choice but to take you right here, on this table, in front of all these people." He says roughly, setting his glass back down on the table. I place my glass of wine back down on the table too, "Is that a promise?" I ask seductively, leaning over the table.A lopsided smirk stains his gorgeous face, "You'd like that wouldn't you?" He chuckles, rubbing the side of his jaw. I get up from my seat and walk over to him, running my fingers through his hair as I settle on his lap. "Yes and No." I state honestly, leaning in, "I'd rather you take me in the bathroom where there won't be an audience." I whisper in