Sins & Mistrust
Living in Sin ~ Chapter One Excerpt
Unspeakable Truths by Alice Tribue ~ Excerpt
Sins & Mistrust
By
Isabel Lucero
Copyright © 2014 Isabel Lucero
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Sins & Mistrust begins in the same time frame that Living in Sin (book one) started. You CAN read this book without reading the other two first. There might be mild spoilers in regards to the other stories, but not much. It may even entice you to read those other two if you haven’t already. Marc was pretty mysterious and missing in action quite a lot during Living in Sin and Unforgivable Sin, so with his story, we get to find out what was going on and what he was up to. This story follows through both books time frames and then continues up to present time.
This story contains explicit language and graphic sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only. There are M/F, M/M, M/F/M, and M/M/F scenes. If you aren’t comfortable with those kinds of sexual scenarios, I wouldn’t recommend reading this. There is also some light sadomasochism. Nothing extreme, but definitely kinky.
For those who don’t mind those kinds of scenes, I hope you enjoy!
Thank you for reading.
“So, what are we getting into tonight?” I ask Nathalia.
Nathalia is a beautiful new client that got in touch with me a week ago to discuss hiring me regularly. She’s a busy woman who is in the process of becoming the Vice President of marketing for one of her father’s hotels. Apparently he has a franchise, and she’s been learning the ropes of running a hotel her whole life. With sitting in on board meetings and doing what her father needs her to, she says she doesn’t have time to date.
“Promise you won’t run scared?” she asks with a wicked smile as she looks at me over her shoulder.
“I don’t scare easily,” I reply with a grin.
“We’ll see.”
She turns back around and fixes her hair while looking into a large mirror on her wall. Her shiny black hair falls to the middle of her back. Nathalia is wearing a very form-fitting black dress that dips low enough in the front to showcase her perfect breasts without showing too much.
“I wonder,” she ponders, looking at me curiously.
“Are you going to fill me in on what you wonder about?” I ask with a smile.
She walks over to the couch and begins putting on her heels. My eyes move from her dainty feet all the way up her tanned and toned legs until her dress keeps from seeing anything else.
“I hope to find out the answer myself tonight. I’ll let you know when you bring me home,” she finishes with a mischievous smile.
After she fastens the black strap around her ankle, she walks to me and slides her hand through the crook of my arm, and we leave the hotel room she’s staying in.
“So, is this home to you?” I ask.
“Yes. I could get my own place, but I spend so much time here that I might as well live here. Papa can never say I’m late to work,” she says with a smile.
“Are you and your dad close?” I ask.
“Very. He hops around to some of the other hotels quite a bit, but I stay here. The only other one I frequent is the one in California.”
I nod and decide that’s enough personal questions for tonight. When we get to the lobby of the hotel, she waves to a man that’s standing behind a desk near the entrance.
“Ms. LaBelle,” the man greets with a smile.
“Hello, James.”
“Sir,” he adds, nodding to me.
“Good evening.”
We walk out and straight into the car that’s waiting for us. Nathalia requested that neither of us drive so we both could enjoy our evening with drinks.
“So, Marc, tell me something about you. Like we’ve discussed, I plan on hiring you quite often, and I’m not naïve enough to think I’m your only client. But do you have a regular girlfriend?”
“No, no girlfriend,” I answer with a grin.
“Really? But you’re so handsome,” she says, putting her hand on my leg.
“Well, thank you. But no, there aren’t many people out there who are okay with what I do.”
“Ah, yes. I understand,” she says with a nod of her head. “But it is your life, no? You do what makes you happy. Does this job make you happy?”
I hesitate for just a second, but I guess I wasn’t quick enough for Nathalia.
“You are not happy,” she states without a hint of question.
“Sure I am. This job has made me happy for a long time.”
“But not any longer. It’s okay, I understand.”
I ponder how she thinks she understands when I’m not even sure I do, but I leave it alone.
“So, do I get any clues about this mystery place you are taking me to?”
“What fun would that be?” she says through her laughter.
“Such a tease.”
“Mmm. Just you wait,” she replies with a wink.
When we arrive at this mystery club, the car drops us off directly in front of the building. As I step outside and hold out my hand for Nathalia, I take a moment to gaze around the area. It’s a fairly busy area with lots of foot traffic, but they don’t seem to be going to the club we’ve stopped in front of. Everybody is making their way down the street to the other clubs or restaurants.
As I inspect the place we’re soon going to be entering, I understand why nobody is interested. There’s no sign, nothing to let you know what it is or that it’s even open for business. It’s quite dull looking, actually.
“Is this the place?” I ask, pointing at the building.
She straightens out her dress after closing the door behind her and glances at the darkened club. “Yes, this is it,” she says with a short laugh. “I promise there’s more to it than you think.”
Nathalia walks toward the building and I fall in step next to her. She raps on the door with three hard, quick knocks, and almost instantly it’s opened by a large man in a black shirt and black jeans. The scowl on his face quickly morphs into a look of recognition when he sees Nathalia.
