Unspeakable Truths (36 page)

“He wishes.”

“Ah,” I say with a nod.

“Is that why I felt the frigid air coming off his shoulder in my direction?”

She laughs. “Oh, I don’t know. That was him being quite nice, actually.”

“Do you want to dance?” I ask, changing the subject.

Nathalia smiles happily at me. “Yes, please.”

I escort her onto the dance floor, and we find a nice spot near the wall of mirrors. A slow, sexy song comes on, and Nathalia puts her arms around my neck as I rest my hands at her waist.

She looks up at me with gorgeous green eyes and runs her fingers through my hair. The front of her body is pushed up against the front of mine, and as I look down at her, I have a perfect view of her ample cleavage. I lick my lips and she catches me enjoying the view.

Slowly, she turns her body until her ass is pressed up against my cock, and rests her back against my stomach and chest. She rests her head on my shoulder, and glides her hands alongside her body as she moves sexily to the music.

Her hands make their way up to her breasts and she gently and briefly gropes herself, squeezing them in a way that makes the cleavage that much more obvious. I lean down and put my mouth on her neck while I pull her ass into me, letting her know what her show is doing to me.

I hear her groan when my tongues dances across her soft skin.

Suddenly, she turns and grabs my hand, and leads me to a section of the club I didn’t notice before.

She slides a panel open and I close it behind us. We’re in a semi narrow area, but it’s fairly long, and along the back is a wide bench and curtains to close off sections.

Nathalia goes to the back corner, and I notice there’s only one other couple in here, and they’re on the other end.

Once we’re inside our own little cubicle, she closes the curtain and we’re enclosed in a small room that has mirrors above us. Very dim lights glow from above, and the bench is cushioned. Thank God.

For a few seconds, we look at each other, the sexual energy fills the small room, and at the same time, we both lunge for the other. My tongue glides across her lips, forcing them apart. When she opens her mouth, I explore her tongue with my own.

My hands go to her face, and I bring her even closer to me. She moans into my mouth, and digs her fingertips into my ass, pulling me into her.

I nip at her lips, and she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth. I let my hands go the base of her head, and tug on her hair. She gasps out in surprise and in pleasure and then begins running her hands down my chest, fumbling with my buttons.

“Oh, sorry. I uhh…”

I turn around and notice a woman at the curtain. I raise my brows at her waiting for her to either say what she needs to say or close the curtain and leave.

“Can I help you?” I ask in a nicer tone than I want to, because what I really want to do is slide my dick inside Nathalia.

“I didn’t know- uhh. I’m sorry.”

She continues to stand there, but looks back behind her, and then back at me.

What the hell is going on?

Nathalia stands up and adjusts her dress, and I run a hand through my hair in frustration. It’s then that the woman finally turns and leaves. I drop my head back and sigh, but then I find that I’m looking at myself in the mirror above me.

What really catches my attention is that I can see outside the room we’re in and I see Lincoln standing outside, speaking with the same woman who just left.

What the fuck?

I move to the curtain and snatch it open but he and the woman are already leaving.

“What’s wrong?” Nathalia asks.

“Your friend Lincoln was out here, and he was speaking with the woman who interrupted us. Do you think he had her do that on purpose?”

“Why would he?” she asks.

“I don’t know.”

“He might have just been checking things out. He tends to wander around and make sure everything is okay.”

I sigh. “Yeah, I guess. Well, now that the moment has been ruined, what would you like to do?” I ask, pulling her body into mine.

“Hmm. Maybe we should get out of here and go back to my place,” she replies as she bites down on her lip.

“I think that sounds like a great plan,” I say as I lean down and cover her lips with mine.

When we part, we step out of the small room and back to the panel doors that lead to the dance floor. As we’re passing another room, we hear the unmistakable sound of a woman crying out as she orgasms, followed by a man grunting.

Nathalia giggles. “I’m glad nobody heard us.”

“I didn’t get the chance to make you scream out my name,” I reply with a grin. “If I did, everybody on this dance floor would have heard you.”

She laughs. “Oh yeah? Mr. Confident too, I see.” She playfully smacks my arm as we move across the dance floor and towards the exit.

Before we get to the door, Lincoln comes into view. Great.

“Thalia,” he says in a husky voice. “May I speak with you before you leave?”

Nathalia glances at me, probably noticing my tense jaw. Why the fuck is this guy so dead set on interrupting our date. Is he that jealous? Maybe he had more feelings for her than she had for him. Maybe if I tell him that she and I aren’t serious, and that I’m her hired date, he won’t feel so insecure.

Fuck it. I’ll let him suffer.

“Mr. Cash, Nathalia and I have plans for the rest of the evening. Is this matter really that important?” I ask with a fake smile as I wrap my arm around her waist.

His eyes follow my movement before looking back at me. “I suppose not.”

“Great,” I answer with forced enthusiasm.

I pat his shoulder as I move to pass him. His eyes look at my hand, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Lincoln, I’ll talk with you soon,” Nathalia calls as we head to the door.

“I look forward to it,” he responds.

When we get to the door, I push it open and Nathalia steps out. I chance a quick glance back down the hall and notice Lincoln still standing there watching me. We lock eyes briefly before I step outside.

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Alice Tribue

“I can only give you thirty minutes to get out of here before I have to report it to my supervisors that you’re gone. The clothes I brought for you are in the closet over there,” she says, pointing to a long closet built into the wall.

It reminds me of a high school locker, long and narrow. At the age of 17, I’ve become very familiar with those lockers, having used them all throughout my years in school and they were great years, happy years, right up until the end. It’s hard to believe that just a few months ago I was graduating high school, Miss Popular, top of my class, my pick of universities. To everyone on the outside looking in, it appeared that I had my whole future ahead of me. The perfect life, great grades, an amazing family, the world was my oyster. Little did they know that my future had already been decided, mapped out and planned for me. None of which I had any say in, none of which I was comfortable with.

I turn my attention back to the tall gangly woman in front of me. She’s unnaturally thin, but I can almost see the attractiveness there, that she might have been beautiful once upon a time. Her blond hair is coarse, straw like and brittle, and her glasses are too big for her face, but I don’t care about any of that. To me, right now she’s an angel. A real live angel sent down to help me get out of an impossible situation.

“Besides clothes I was able to get you all of the basic supplies you’ll need. It’s not much, but it’ll get you by until you can afford to buy more,” she says, as I nod.

“When I leave this room, pick up the phone and call the operator. Ask for a volunteer to bring a wheelchair up to your room because you are being discharged. Once she comes up, tell her that your car is already waiting and that you need her to wheel you to the east entrance. Show her your hospital bracelet. It matches Lily’s so you’ll be fine; she won’t know any better. She’ll ask if you have a car seat, so just tell her that it’s already in the car.”

My heart starts to beat faster as I listen to her directions. Am I really doing this? Am I strong enough, brave enough to defy my parents, go against their wishes?

“The taxi driver will be waiting for you. His name is Seth, he’s a friend of my husband’s. He’ll take you to the bank first. Take out every single penny that is in your savings account and then have him take you to the bus station. Take the first bus out of here, Mia. Leave your cell phone behind and get a pre paid one the first chance you get. You’ll be eighteen in one month, and at that time you can call and request a copy of Lily’s birth certificate. This way, even if they can track you, they can’t legally force you to come back.

It takes me a minute, but I finally find my voice. “I don’t know how I can ever repay you for this.”

“No one should be forced to give up their child; it’s wrong. Just promise me you’ll be a good mom and that you’ll call me if you need anything at all.”

I look up at her with tears in my eyes. If not for this kind woman I’d be handing Lily over to her adoptive parents in a matter of hours. It may seem cruel of me to have promised to give my baby away to a couple who desperately wants one and then to just pick up and run away but none of this was my choice. Four months before my high school graduation I found out that I was pregnant. As you can probably imagine for a seventeen year old to hear that she’s going to become a mother is shocking and scary. So I did what I thought would be the right thing, I went to my parents and asked for their help. Their solution? Hide my pregnancy until after graduation and then keep me a virtual prisoner in my own home until I gave birth. When I expressed to them my desire to keep my child they gave me an ultimatum: Give the baby up for adoption, or keep the baby but leave their house with absolutely no financial help from them. What else could I have done? I had no choice but to agree to their demands and I thought I could do it. I thought I could go through with it until I held her, my Lily, and I knew that giving her away would literally kill me—would make it difficult to go on with the knowledge that she was out there in the world somewhere, living a life apart from mine. And because of this I made her a promise and I’ll die before I break that promise. I’ll die before I ever let her go

Nurse Kelly’s plan went down exactly the way she said it would. The volunteer that came up to take Lily and I out to the car barely checked that our bracelets matched before she helped me into the wheelchair and took me down to the exit where the cab was waiting for me. Seth, the driver helped get Lily in the car seat and then got us the hell out of there as fast as he could. He took me to my house and after verifying that my parents weren’t there, I ran inside. After packing some more clothes, all of my important documents and some cash that I had stored in my desk, I took one last look at my childhood bedroom and left.

Seth quickly took me to the bank where I was able to liquidate my entire savings account, a little over ten thousand dollars that I had been saving ever since I could remember. Every single dollar I’d ever been given from birthday and Christmas presents and from working at the local ice cream shop every summer was now in my backpack. Seth thought it would be a good idea to take me to a bus station a couple towns over. I wasn’t about to let anyone find me now that I had come this far, so I hopped on the first available bus out of state heading to Savannah Georgia, and told myself that once I got there I could stop for the night and make a decision on where to go next.