Novel Full Chapter 274: Dirty Secretary
Chapter 274: Dirty Secretary
Alex had trained until his body screamed for mercy.
Viktor had tried to stop him around noon, concern creasing his face. “Rest is necessary, Mr. Hale. Even with your regeneration, the body needs time to process what it’s learned.”
But Alex had felt something different.
His muscles weren’t breaking down… they were adapting. Faster than they should. Stronger than yesterday. Each exchange with Pavel carved pathways deeper, reflexes sharpening with every repetition.
So he’d kept going.
Round after round. Hour after hour.
Hellbent on seeing that number move. On watching the Battle Sense percentage climb even a fraction. On proving that the ten thousand CP he’d spent wasn’t wasted.
Zero percent had mocked him all afternoon.
Every time he checked… after an hour, after two, after three… it remained stubbornly, frustratingly the same.
[BATTLE SENSE: 0%]
By five-thirty, he’d almost given up.
Maybe it’s not that easy, he thought, exhaustion finally creeping in at the edges. Maybe one day isn’t enough, even with the multiplier.
He’d try again tomorrow. Come back. Push harder.
And at six o’clock, when he’d checked the metric one last time before leaving…
[BATTLE SENSE: 0.1%]
Relief had flooded through him.
Finally.
Not much. Barely anything. But it had moved.
Proof that the training was working. That the investment was paying off.
He’d said his goodbyes to Viktor’s team, showered quickly, and dressed for dinner.
And now, standing in front of Villa Six at exactly eight o’clock, he felt no exhaustion. No soreness. No need for rest.
Just anticipation.
The game Vivienne had started this afternoon was about to continue.
And he was very curious to see how she’d play it.
Would she drop the “Helena” act? Reveal herself as Vivienne Vanderbilt and admit the deception?
Or would she maintain the charade? Introduce him to “her boss” and watch him pretend he’d never met her before?
Alex’s lips curved into a small, dark smile.
’If she keeps lying…’
’I’ll have to punish her accordingly.’
He reached forward and pressed the doorbell.
The chime echoed through the villa, clear and decisive.
Game on.
***
The door opened on the second ring.
And there she stood.
Vivienne.
His eyes locked on her, and for a moment, his brain short-circuited.
She was dressed like every businessman’s forbidden fantasy made flesh… the kind of secretary that existed only in fantasies and high-end escort catalogs.
The white blouse clung to her like a second skin, stretched taut across breasts that were too perfect, too full, threatening to strain the fabric with every breath. The top three buttons were undone… deliberately, strategically… revealing the deep valley of her cleavage, the soft swell of pale skin that disappeared into shadow and silk.
His gaze dropped helplessly.
The black pencil skirt hugged her hips like sin, riding high enough to be professional, tight enough to be pornographic. It ended mid-thigh, and below that…
Fuck.
Stockings.
Sheer black nylon that made her legs look like they’d been dipped in liquid night. The fabric caught the light with every subtle shift of her weight, smooth and flawless, clinging to thighs that could choke a man’s sanity. The lace band at the top was just barely visible when she moved, a glimpse of bare skin above the stocking, below the skirt… forbidden territory that made his mouth go dry.
Her legs were a weapon. Long, toned, sculpted to perfection by heels that added three sinful inches and made her ass sit higher, rounder, better.
She stood there smirking, one hand on the doorframe, hip cocked, watching him stare.
Waiting for exactly this reaction.
“See something you like?” Her voice was velvet and smoke, laced with amusement.
But Alex’s eyes were fixated on her, refusing to acknowledge anything else. The world narrowed to stockings and curves and that goddamn smirk.
Inside, Vivienne felt victorious.
This was her revenge for losing control on his terrace. For melting in his arms like some desperate fool. For stammering out the wrong name because his bare chest had short-circuited her brain.
Now he was the one staring. He was the one helpless.
She’d achieved the same thing he’d done to her.
Perfect.
Alex’s smirk appeared slowly… dark, predatory, utterly unrepentant.
“Oh, I see plenty.”
He stepped forward.
Vivienne’s breath caught.
She saw the intent in his eyes a heartbeat before he moved… the shift from appreciation to action… and instinct kicked in.
She turned to run, almost instinctively, her body reacting before her mind could catch up, half terror and half thrill propelling her backward.
She made it exactly three steps.
His hand caught her wrist, yanking her backward with shocking strength. She gasped, stumbling, and then his other arm wrapped around her waist from behind, lifting her clean off her feet.
”Alex…!”
He spun her around and slammed her against the wall… hard, breathtaking, the impact sending a jolt through her entire body.
She opened her mouth to scream… whether from shock or thrill, she didn’t know… but the sound never made it past her throat.
Alex silenced her with his mouth.
He didn’t ask. He didn’t hesitate. His lips crashed against hers, smothering her cry instantly. It wasn’t a romantic gesture; it was a takeover.
His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting the shock on her breath, dominating her senses until the only thing she could smell, taste, and feel was him.
For a moment, Vivienne fought it, her hands pushing uselessly against his chest. But the sheer, overwhelming heat of him… the way he held her pinned like she weighed nothing… it short-circuited her resistance. Her hands went from pushing to clutching, her fingers digging into his shirt as her knees went weak.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark with hunger and amusement.
”You really prepared a nice dinner for me, didn’t you?” His voice was velvet over steel, mocking and appreciative all at once. “Let’s check if it’s worth the wait.”
His hand left her lips and slid down with deliberate calm… along her jaw, her throat… fingers brushing the frantic pulse beneath her skin.
Lower.
His palm closed over her breast, firm enough to steal her breath, feeling her body respond instantly beneath the thin fabric.
“Perfect,” he murmured… and moved on.
His hand traced down her stomach, over her hip, slipping beneath the hem of her skirt without pause. He found the lace band of her stocking and followed it slowly, savoring the contrast of silk and skin.
“These,” he said softly at her ear, “were a very good choice.”
His hand moved higher, gliding over the sheer nylon, fingertips trailing up the inside of her thigh… slow, deliberate, possessive.
Until he reached the place where stocking ended and bare skin began, the heat of her body radiating through the thin fabric of her panties.
Vivienne made a sound against his palm… half whimper, half moan… her body trembling as his fingers brushed against her most forbidden area, teasing, testing, not quite touching but so close.
“So wet already,” he whispered, feeling the damp heat even through the fabric. “All from a little manhandling?”
Her hips rolled forward involuntarily, seeking more pressure, more friction, her body betraying exactly how much she wanted this.
”Aren’t you too eager?” Alex murmured, his voice dark with amusement.
His fingers hooked into the fabric of her panties, pushing it aside without hesitation, without mercy, baring her most forbidden region to his touch.
His thumb circled the sensitive nub of her desire… just once, firm and maddeningly precise.
“Ahhh!”
Vivienne’s head fell back, her hips bucking forward instinctively, chasing the friction, her body priming itself for the release she was certain was coming next. She was ready. She was desperate. She was…
Cold.
The warmth vanished. The pressure disappeared.
Alex withdrew his hand completely, leaving her trembling, exposed, and aching with a sudden, devastating sense of loss.
Vivienne stumbled slightly, her knees threatening to give out now that he wasn’t holding her up. She blinked, her eyes hazy and confused, looking at him with a silent plea.
Why? Why stop now?
Alex didn’t answer immediately.
He raised his hand, holding it up between them. His fingers glistened in the soft hallway light, slick with her excitement.
Holding her gaze, he brought his hand to his mouth.
He licked his fingers slowly, deliberately, tasting her essence with an unrepentant, predatory focus that made her breath hitch in her throat.
“Delicious,” he murmured, his voice dark and satisfied.
He stepped closer again, leaning down until his lips brushed her ear, whispering the sentence that would turn her desire into panic.
“I would love to ruin you right here, Helena. I’d love to tear these stockings and take you against this door until you can’t stand.”
He pulled back, meeting her eyes… hope flickering there… and smiled, slow and cruel.
“But…”
His gaze sharpened.
“You wouldn’t want your boss to find out, would you?”
The truth hit her like cold water.
Helena.
Vivienne froze. For one reckless heartbeat, she’d forgotten the mask entirely.