I always believed that girls like me didn’t find happily-ever-afters.
But
despite my sordid past and personal demons,
the
Miami Hush Club promised to make my every fantasy a reality.
With
a membership,
they
could gift me my dream job,
dream
car, dream house,
and
the perfect life for me and my little family.
They
easily sucked me into the madness and twisted me inside out,
caging
me until I didn’t know right from wrong.
The
steep price of entry?
My
darkest secret.
There’s
only one problem.
Some
secrets destroy.
Some
crush.
Some
fragment.
Some
even endanger the ones I love,
and
the one man I never imagined I would.
Because
some secrets, when shared, give power.
And
power is a dangerous thing.
Especially
when the one pulling my strings, playing god,
has
the terrifying means to destroy me.
And
worst of all, after I’ve given my secret away,
I
find the only thing that’s left is my wrecked and tortured soul.
But
guess what?
Nothing’s
safe.
The
club can take that too.
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“Hello, Nicolette,” Casper says slowly, his voice low and
seductive.
The timbre of that voice causes my blood to hum with unwanted
delight, and I wrap my arms tighter around my body, rooting my feet to my spot
to secure a safe distance from him.
Not to be outdone by my presence, Alex instantly treats him as
an object that she owns. It’s a clear message for me to stay away. She gives
Casper another lingering kiss, and they both moan with pleasure as her hands
travel down the front of his pants.
With a forceful grasp, she leads him to her room, tugging him by
his dick. She may think she’s in charge, but it’s him who will dominate when
they make it to the mattress—if they make it that far. I expect her bedroom
door to slam shut behind them, but it doesn’t. Instead, they continue their
sexual encounter as if I’m not even here.
Another message: He’s mine.
Like a voyeur, I step to the door and peer in because it’s
always me on the outside of the glass, looking in at and wanting everything
that Alex has. Another reminder: She gets what she wants when she wants it.
That used to be me too, but now it’s only her.
I’m seething that she’s brought Casper here, outraged that
they’re still an item and she didn’t warn me, and furious that I still care.
She’ll protect me from everything else, but not from Casper. He’s the one
person she feels for more than me. Maybe I’m jealous of that too.
He’s already naked and wrapped in her embrace as I watch him,
every hard angle and curve. His abs. His ass. His cock. Perfection. He licks
the slope between her bare breasts, but he’s watching me. Fucking her, but
mind-fucking me. Nothing’s changed.
And though I desperately don’t want to, all I can imagine is his
body settled between my legs, sharp hip bones pressing into my thighs,
injecting his soul into mine, hurting me in the most mind-bending and delicious
way as I revel in every second.
I can practically feel it, but it’s not me.
It’s her. Always her.
Always Alex.
I’m sick. So very sick with envy and disgust that the past is
replaying before my eyes again, and I can’t control myself. Anger and lust
races through my veins. Alex and Casper are moaning and rocking with each other
now, hanging over the side of the bed, half supported by the floor as I zone
out yet again, transfixed by what’s happening and I cannot make it stop. She
screams with pleasure and grabs his ass to gain his attention, but he’s still
focused on me.
About the Author
Michelle Warren didn't travel the road to
writer immediately. She spent over a decade as professional Illustrator and
designer. Her artistic creativity combined with her love of science fiction,
paranormal and fantasy led her to write her first YA novel, Wander Dust.
Michelle loves reading and traveling to places that inspire her to create. She
lived in South Beach, Miami for six years, which inspired the Miami Hush Club,
but currently resides in downtown Chicago.
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