His Secret Sin

This wasn’t staying by her side. This was anything but staying by her side. They had entered the club, and for the first hour, it had felt like a lot of fun. She’d enjoyed a drink, a couple of dances, and then she’d been escorted to the booth she’d reserved, and left.

Why did Melanie even bring her here if all she was going to do was abandon her? This wasn’t fun. If she wanted fun, she could stay at home and listen to her latest audio book, or even better, make music.

Clasping her hands together, she waited for the time to pass, hearing people talk, laugh, and just be part of it all.

She had lost her eyesight really young, at about five years old. She’d been in a car accident that had damaged the nerves in her eyes. At first, she was still able to see, but soon after that ability had been taken from her, until she had been medically declared blind. For some, they thought it was horrible, the worst thing she could have experienced. For Belle, at least she got to see something before it was taken from her.

Her father was still upset by the whole ordeal. He’d taken his eyes off the road for a single minute, and in the process, it had cost his daughter her sight. She didn’t hold a grudge. Life was way too short to ever hate someone for a long period of time, or to even seek out revenge for what had been done.

She knew just how short life was after burying her mother when she was thirteen. Her mother had been taken from her by cancer. It had been such a short life at thirty-three years old, and it had taught Belle to always appreciate the smaller things in life. To take risks and above all else, to live with no regrets. Her mother had told her there were many things she wished she’d done with her life and none of them she’d ever be able to do as she always put it off for the tomorrows. Knowing her mother had had regrets, she’d made sure to always live each day to the fullest, doing exactly what she wanted, no matter how scary.

Which was why she was now sitting in a booth, alone, annoyed, and a little pissed off. Actually, a lot pissed off. This was the reason she always avoided clubs. They all sounded like a lot of fun, but unless she hired a personal bodyguard to help escort her to and from the dance floor, it was useless. She had considered calling the owners and asking if she could stop by before opening to count the distance between the dance floor and booth, as that way she could do it all herself, carefully, not to bump into anyone.

She hadn’t done that, and now as she sat in the booth, alone, she wished she had. She didn’t even have her cell phone because Melanie had made her these stupid promises. Not she felt so fucking stupid for even believing them.

She was alone and miserable, and it annoyed her to think she’d fallen for the usual best friend line.

Her father had warned her that people were out there to take advantage. It wasn’t in her nature to see the bad in people though. She liked to think they were mostly good because if they weren’t, didn’t that just fucking suck?

She wanted to believe there was more to people than pain, manipulation, and lies. Her father, though, had a different perspective on life. After her mother died, it had taken him a few years to start dating, but it had left him cynical. Fortunately, he was still an amazing father, and one she loved dearly, who believed in helping her live her own life, and to always venture out into the big, wide world.

Belle jumped as someone bumped into her table.

“Well, well, well, hello, sexy lady,” he said.

He was a little too close, and she smelled the alcohol on his breath.

Allowing her hair to fall around her, she tried to hide how terrified she was.

The man sat down right next to her. The way he did pulled on her dress, and she gritted her teeth, trying to move away from him, hoping to create some distance, but it wasn’t working.

He was stuck on her dress.

She gasped as he stroked a finger down her bare arm.

“How about you and I get out of here? I know I can totally give you the time of your life. You can ride my dick all night long. I’ll give you the best cum you’ve ever tasted.”

“No, thank you.” She had never had sex before in her life.

It wasn’t because she didn’t want to. Most of the men she knew were friends. They helped her on a daily basis, and she adored them like brothers. When she met “the one,” she always believed she’d feel it. The fluttering in her stomach, the need in her gut. All of it would count and would matter to something more.