Elegant Sins Read online Stasia Black, Alta Hensley (Dark Secret Society #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Dark Secret Society Series by Stasia Black
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
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“Shit, shit, shit!”

I kicked a rock as hard as I could, mostly managing only to stub my toe, before opening my phone back up and going online to look at my bank statement. Whoever had stolen my identity had used my credit card to buy the most ridiculous things.

Other than the boat, they’d basically gone on a shopping spree at a mall outside of Atlanta last weekend, three days ago. $552.98 at Ulta. $3809.52 at Dick’s Sporting Goods. $2300.36 at Guitar World. $274.94 at P.F. Chang’s.

Huh. That was funny. I’d taken Kyle to P.F. Chang’s once when I saved up and we took a vacation to Atlanta. He freaked out, he loved it so much. He swore if he ever got rich, he’d eat at that place every night. It was one of the reasons I wanted to have a more diverse menu in my restaurant.

My head jerked back down, and I looked at the rest of the purchase history in more detail as an idea popped into my head.

No way. It was ridiculous.

I mean, sure, Kyle did care a lot about his skin care regimen. More than I thought guys ever did. He was always trying to sneak really expensive skincare shit into our grocery cart before I put it back on the shelf. The only way we could afford the rent was if we stuck to a strict budget. Kyle always said I just didn’t know how to enjoy life.

And he did always talk about wanting to get a boat someday to “spend a summer at sea” even though he knew nothing about sailing or ropes or driving a boat, nor did we live near a lake or the ocean. Not to mention that he couldn’t hold down a job for more than six months, so yeah, we weren’t exactly the “summer at sea” kind of folks.

Anyway, I was being ridiculous. Still, I went to my contacts and punched Kyle’s name. The phone rang. He didn’t pick up.

Why the hell wasn’t he picking up?

“Good, you’re still here. I need you to work a double.”

I looked up to see Bill dragging himself out of his ancient Toyota Camry. There was a lot of Bill for such a small car. First came his meaty thigh, then he grabbed the door and hefted the rest of his considerable bulk out.

He dabbed at the sweat coating his forehead from the effort once he was finally standing and slammed the car door shut behind him.

“Sorry, I can’t work tonight.” I shoved the phone into the pocket of my short shorts.

Damn it, I should have gotten out of here while I had the chance instead of sticking around to try to figure all this out.

Bill considered you fair game to do whatever he wanted if you were present on his property, labor laws be damned.

I started heading toward my car at a breakneck pace. It was one of my tricks. If I walked fast enough, there was no way he’d be able to catch up with me.

“I said I need you to work a double,” he shouted. “And if you don’t wanna be out of a job, you’ll stay and work.”

I stopped in my tracks and swore under my breath. My hands clenched into fists. Still not looking at Bill, I called back, “I’m having a really bad day, Bill. Can I please have the rest of the day off?”

Not even a second passed before his response: “Nope. Paula called in sick again. I need you.”

My vision went red, I swear. Paula was a drunk who got into harder shit whenever she could get her hands on it. She was a total crap waitress. But Bill didn’t fire her because every time he threatened to, she’d drink half a bottle of tequila and give him a handjob.

Sometimes I hated my fucking life.

I turned around and glared at Bill, hands on my waist. “So, what I’m hearing is that you’re screwed unless I help you out tonight.” I didn’t give him a chance to respond. “So, I’ll be back in half an hour. I gotta check on something at home. It can’t wait. Delilah’s got it till then. See you later.

“You fat fuck,” I finished under my breath as I spun on my heel and stomped toward my car.

3

Grace

This was officially the day from hell.

Fifteen minutes later, I sat cross-legged on my couch, swigging straight from the vodka bottle.

So, Kyle had fucked me.

All around me were the remnants of his hasty exit. His clothes were scattered all over the trailer. The ones that didn’t make it into his suitcase, I guess. His Xbox was gone. Along with the TV.

He’d left a note. His handwriting was so shit—it always had been—so it was a little hard to read. He didn’t say he was sorry. Like always, it was just an excuse.


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