SET TO REVEAL THE SECRET

"Betrayal and infidelity are the only things I can not forgive. Are you guilty of any of that?" I implore.


"Infidelity, no. I can never be unfaithful to you. That would be a stain on my principles and dignity," he says.

Good! So, it is betrayal, then? What did he do?

"Betrayal? Not exactly. But it depends on how you see the whole thing."


So, it is in a way betrayal, huh? What? What happened? "Explain," I mumble, feeling kind of soothed by his words.

"It is a long story. I will have to explain everything from when I was born until this second." Does that mean it is not all about me? Maybe the complications of his life? Just like mine. We are twins in a world of complicated creatures. If that is the case, then he is being a drama king for nothing. Or maybe I think this way, probably because I still don't know the root of all this. "That will take us a whole day, which we can't afford right now," he says.


"So?" I implore.

"We will talk it out over dinner tonight. Is that alright?" he pleads.

That idea itself makes me twitch with enthusiasm. Dinner, huh! And listening to his secret. I am all so looking forward to that moment. "Okay." I bubbly chirp.

As he leans in for a kiss, his presence envelops me like a warm embrace, drawing me irresistibly closer to him. His lips, sweet like honey, ignite a fire within me, and his intoxicating pheromones swirl around us, heightening the intensity of the moment.

Seconds turn into minutes, yet time seems to stand still as we lose ourselves in the exquisite dance of our lips. Each kiss is a revelation, a testament to the depth of our connection, as if we are experiencing the passion of our first kiss all over again, or perhaps savoring the bittersweet taste of what could be our last.

I find myself lost in the sensation, savoring every moment as if it were a precious treasure to be cherished forever. There is a hunger in his touch, a longing that mirrors my own, and I can't help but succumb to the magnetic pull between us.

But even in the throes of passion, a faint voice of reason whispers in the back of my mind, reminding me of the reality that awaits beyond the confines of his car. With a soft sigh, I pull away gently, biting his lower lip playfully as our eyes meet in silent acknowledgment.

The grin that spreads across his face is infectious, a reflection of the unspoken understanding that binds us together. And smile boadly like two idiots who just discovered a point they had missed for eternity.

"Your kisses are sweet, but..."

"I get it," he cuts me off, his grin spreading further. 'We should go inside before we forget we have loads of work waiting for us on our desks."

"Yeah," I whisper, licking the evidence of his kisses from my lips.

"Let's go," he says.

As we gather our belongings and step out of the car, hand in hand, I can feel the weight of curious stares following our every move. We walk with purpose, the image of a confident, inseparable couple, and it's impossible not to notice the whispers and lingering glances that trail in our wake.

Upon entering the lift, the question that has been lingering in the back of my mind finally spills out. "You are not afraid of people gossiping about us?" I inquired, my voice laced with a hint of concern.

'About this?" he turns to me with a mischievous grin, his lips seeking mine in a passionate kiss. My hands are full, burdened with my handbag and laptop, leaving me unable to push him away. Pressed against the wall of the lift, his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting a firestorm of desire within me.

I am lost in the sensation of his lips on mine, the world around us fading into obscurity as we share this stolen moment of intimacy. Despite the prying eyes and potential gossip that may surround us, I can't bring myself to care. Not when I am consumed by the intoxicating allure of his kisses, not when every fiber of my being yearns for him in this moment.

For now, all that matters is the electricity that crackles between us, the undeniable connection that binds us together, and the fierce desire that burns within our souls. Let them talk. Let them whisper. As long as I have Damian by my side, nothing else matters. Besides, it is high time the world knew that we were in love.

"Let's see if even a single soul will dare talk nasty behind their boss's back," he says, giving me one more kiss before pulling away.

Great! I was beginning to tremble. "Yeah? You have instilled so much fear in them," I ask.

He shakes his head. "It is not fear, but respect. If I don't make them respect me as their boss, what sort of boss will that make me, huh?"

Well, a boss that no one will respect. A boss that no one will fear.

We get out of the lift, and the first thing that catches my attention is the new face behind the reception desk. Well... I drag my eyes to Damian to ask for an explanation, and I meet with his eyes. "You fired her?" I query.

"If anyone doesn't respect their boundaries, I don't keep them a minute longer. She had overstayed her stay. And you asked me to fire her; she did not last a second longer," he winks with a sweet grin.

Well, the arrogant bitch deserved the karma. I have no sympathy for her whatsoever. The cruel world can screw her to the core, for all I care.

A kiss snaps my mind back from cursing that whore. Jeez! Right here? In the open like this? In the middle of all the people getting out of the lifts and strolling in the corridor?

"Aren't you misbehaving in front of your employees and business partners?" I ask after he pulls away, my cheeks heating up with rissiness. This is sweet but somehow embarrassing.

"Since when did kissing my fiancee become a crime, huh? It is not like I am licking your nipples or kneading your sweet butt in public."

Well... well... Damn that thought! Damn him for being a sweet jerk!