Secret Words (Secret Dreams Contemporary Romance 1) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Miranda P. Charles
was in the middle of writing a lovemaking scene for her third book.
She had gone to the kitchen to make them coffee and plated up some leftover lemon meringue cake her mum had made the day before. When she had called for him to join her in the kitchen, he didn't answer. To her dismay, she found him in her study, sitting in her chair, his bulging eyes glued to her laptop screen.
That was precisely the time when George went from sweet to icky. Instead of being embarrassed at being found snooping into her private stuff, he had suggested they find another girl and have a threesome.
She had gaped at him in astonishment. There was nothing in her manuscript about a ménage à trois, so where the hell did the idea that she was up for that come from?
She threw him out, angry and hurt.
It got worse. A couple of days later, she had discovered a 'sent' message from her email folder. George had emailed her partial manuscript to himself from her computer. The hide of the guy! The only consolation about all that was there was nowhere in that document that showed her pen name. Her alter ego's identity remained a secret.
She'd never completed that book and she'd decided to abandon it.
She thought that was the end of it until that horrible day when she was at a coffee shop with Sam and Kris. A woman in her early twenties had approached their table, grabbed a glass of water and threw it in her face. Thank God it was only water, but still, it was shocking.
The woman had accused her of being a cock-sucking, fiancé-stealing, slut-whore and warned her to stay away from her George. She had been so stunned she could only watch as her friends defended her. After much drama, the woman had left, still fuming and cursing at her.
She couldn't understand how George could have fooled them both. But it made her feel a little better that she wasn't the only one deceived. At least she could hang on to the notion that George was an expert liar instead of her being stupid and a bad judge of character.
She didn't know if George and that girl were still together but she wouldn't be surprised if they'd split. It would serve George right. But what worried her now was that George might be being vindictive. He was the one who cheated and slept around but he wanted her to have that reputation. Now his pal Tim was bothering the hell out of her. Some dysfunctional trait in common must have bound those two as friends.
Nervous goosebumps covered her with the knowledge that Tim had known she spent last night alone in the house. Was he watching her? Following her?
She stood up and tiptoed to the window. She couldn't make out any person sitting inside any of the cars parked outside. She released the breath she was holding and let out a little laugh.
You're just being paranoid, Jasmine.
Still, she wanted to be with other people tonight. Who could she call?
*******
"Thanks so much for having me. I hope I didn't ruin any plans you have for tonight with my last minute dinner request," Jasmine said as she greeted Clarise Matthews, Jessa's other best friend who also worked for Ray—the Ray who was Kane's future brother-in-law.
She forcefully pushed aside the 'Kane connection' her brain made as she gave Clarise a hug.
"Of course you didn't, Jaz. We're glad you called," Clarise responded. "Come on in."
"Clarise was just saying to me how we should invite you over for dinner when you rang. You must have some sort of sixth sense," Will Matthews, Clarise's husband, said.
Jasmine chuckled. "Well, I'm here to help prepare. What are we having?"
"Pasta. Then we're having Clarise's special tiramisu for dessert," Will responded happily. "You're in for a treat. My wife makes the best tiramisu on the planet."
"Stop exaggerating," Clarise said.
"But it's true!" Will huffed.
Jasmine followed the couple into their kitchen, watching as they exchanged light-hearted banter, sweet little touches and a quick kiss.
This is why I want to find love. I want that too, not some
She had gone to the kitchen to make them coffee and plated up some leftover lemon meringue cake her mum had made the day before. When she had called for him to join her in the kitchen, he didn't answer. To her dismay, she found him in her study, sitting in her chair, his bulging eyes glued to her laptop screen.
That was precisely the time when George went from sweet to icky. Instead of being embarrassed at being found snooping into her private stuff, he had suggested they find another girl and have a threesome.
She had gaped at him in astonishment. There was nothing in her manuscript about a ménage à trois, so where the hell did the idea that she was up for that come from?
She threw him out, angry and hurt.
It got worse. A couple of days later, she had discovered a 'sent' message from her email folder. George had emailed her partial manuscript to himself from her computer. The hide of the guy! The only consolation about all that was there was nowhere in that document that showed her pen name. Her alter ego's identity remained a secret.
She'd never completed that book and she'd decided to abandon it.
She thought that was the end of it until that horrible day when she was at a coffee shop with Sam and Kris. A woman in her early twenties had approached their table, grabbed a glass of water and threw it in her face. Thank God it was only water, but still, it was shocking.
The woman had accused her of being a cock-sucking, fiancé-stealing, slut-whore and warned her to stay away from her George. She had been so stunned she could only watch as her friends defended her. After much drama, the woman had left, still fuming and cursing at her.
She couldn't understand how George could have fooled them both. But it made her feel a little better that she wasn't the only one deceived. At least she could hang on to the notion that George was an expert liar instead of her being stupid and a bad judge of character.
She didn't know if George and that girl were still together but she wouldn't be surprised if they'd split. It would serve George right. But what worried her now was that George might be being vindictive. He was the one who cheated and slept around but he wanted her to have that reputation. Now his pal Tim was bothering the hell out of her. Some dysfunctional trait in common must have bound those two as friends.
Nervous goosebumps covered her with the knowledge that Tim had known she spent last night alone in the house. Was he watching her? Following her?
She stood up and tiptoed to the window. She couldn't make out any person sitting inside any of the cars parked outside. She released the breath she was holding and let out a little laugh.
You're just being paranoid, Jasmine.
Still, she wanted to be with other people tonight. Who could she call?
*******
"Thanks so much for having me. I hope I didn't ruin any plans you have for tonight with my last minute dinner request," Jasmine said as she greeted Clarise Matthews, Jessa's other best friend who also worked for Ray—the Ray who was Kane's future brother-in-law.
She forcefully pushed aside the 'Kane connection' her brain made as she gave Clarise a hug.
"Of course you didn't, Jaz. We're glad you called," Clarise responded. "Come on in."
"Clarise was just saying to me how we should invite you over for dinner when you rang. You must have some sort of sixth sense," Will Matthews, Clarise's husband, said.
Jasmine chuckled. "Well, I'm here to help prepare. What are we having?"
"Pasta. Then we're having Clarise's special tiramisu for dessert," Will responded happily. "You're in for a treat. My wife makes the best tiramisu on the planet."
"Stop exaggerating," Clarise said.
"But it's true!" Will huffed.
Jasmine followed the couple into their kitchen, watching as they exchanged light-hearted banter, sweet little touches and a quick kiss.
This is why I want to find love. I want that too, not some
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