I hope to finish this one by the end of NaNoWriMo! Wish me luck and a lot of blessings!
A woman with her children on the run from her past swears never to be another man’s whore. Now her baby’s father turns up dead and not only is his loan shark after her, but the police are after her as well.
Yet, when the malevolent, real estate accountant, Sterling Newman, finds out she is the key to completing his dream property, he blackmails her into marriage or turn her over to police.
Forced to marry in order to save her life and the life of her children, she vows to hate him forever. Yet, somehow he finds a way to make her body betray her heart.
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Wicked Chances (c) 2012 Sylvia Hubbard
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Author’s note: Not just a prostitute meets knight in shining armor.
Recently received an email from a reader with a comment about the story I’m currently writing. Sometimes I’m glad readers can just so readily contact me and give me what’s on their mind. Sometimes, I don’t when they’re just so forthwith with their remarks.
Reader comment (copied from email) Another prostitute meets knight in shining armor, Sylvia? Don’t you think we readers have had a enough of this? Can’t you think of anything new or are you like all the others trying to recycling old stuff? I’ve always enjoyed your books but sometimes you say the same thing over and over again.
Sigh… Since this is a NanoWriMo project and I have to come up with things on the spot, I go with what I can work with. According to even Shakespeare there really is no new ideas. It’s all about how you present them. Through the years, my readers have stuck by me because I bring what I’ve always brought to the table – myself and it’s been a unique flavor of reading that I hope to keep giving.
Now if you think my men are knight in shining armor you got another thing coming. Most of my men are big assholes. i.e. : Jaelen, Dwight, Lethal, William… need I go on.
I hope I can keep you guys interested. Seems like I have a lot to prove, I guess. I’ll do my best and write a story worthy of your time. Thanks guys.
as always… enjoy…
Getting home her immediate concern was the check on the kids. Leaving them alone at the house always weighed heavily on her mind, but she was glad she had instilled in her children a sense of security and discipline.
The babies were asleep and she hid the money in the floorboards that had been empty for so long cobwebs were taking over.
Despite the cold water, she still took a quick shower.
The experience had been degrading and embarrassing, but it really hadn’t been that bad. Not as bad as what Ray Senior had done to her.
Lying with her children in the one bedroom, she kissed both of their foreheads and for the first time in a very long time she fell right to sleep.
“You better have something for me, bitch!” he snarled.
She ran to get the money. After counting out a thousand, she ran down the stairs. “Get your ass away from us!” she screamed and shoved the money at his chest.
He looked incredulously down at the money. “How’d you get this? You tramping yourself out on my property?”
“I got a job!” she snarled. “Now get your raggedy ass off my property before I call the cops!”
He snarled, but turned away and went to his car.
Closing the door, she cried in relief. Her heart was racing and her knees were week. Slowly, she slid down on the door until she sat on the floor.
Ray Junior peeked around the corner with a smirk on his face. “That was cool, Momma,” he said.
Fixing her face and smiling feeling a lot better from her son’s approval, she said, “Your mom still has something there.”
Coming to her, Ray sat down next to her and leaned his head against her arm. “Good, cause I was scared Daddy might have did what he promised to do.”
She frowned and looked down at his concerned face. “What was that, baby?”
“He said he was gonna beat you down.”
“I’m sorry you had to see that, Ray. I’m sorry I didn’t have the strength to leave before you had to see any of that.”
“If you would have left sooner, we wouldn’t have had Lannie,” he said obviously.
Kissing his forehead, Blair held him close.
One problem down and ninety-nine to go.
With the extra money, Blair went to the store to get some more food and bought some items to close up the windows and doors to cut down the drafts in the house until she could afford to get the heat on. While she was out, she called the number again. No one answered , but she left a message.
“It’s me, B.” Using the name the man gave her last night, she hoped it would protect her identity. “I’m interested in making some more money tonight. If you can help, I’ll call this number back in exactly thirty minutes.”
She walked around the grocery store for a while before asking to use the manager’s phone again promising it would be her last time. If she made enough money this time, she would definitely get a temporary phone.
This time when she called the number, that same voice from yesterday answered. Again Blair couldn’t be sure if this was a female or a little boy.
“You want more, huh?”
Blair blushed. “Not necessarily that, but I’ll take what I can get if … well, if it doesn’t require sex.”
The voice grunted. “Actually Big Reg told me there were requests, but only a couple I trust. Can you do a repeat performance? Private gigs get more money and especially if it’s last minute like one of them is.”
She didn’t want to, but knowing if she did a good job, she could take some down to the energy department and do some kind of payment plan for the heat.
“Oh kay. I’ll do it again, but –“ She sighed. “I’ll do it.”
“Be very clean before the job. The cab you caught yesterday will be where he dropped you off today at six exactly. There will be a blindfold on the back seat. You’ll put it on and lay down in the backseat and wait until the cab driver tells you to get out. Easy peasy.”
It didn’t sound so easy and Blair knew if it was that easy others would have been doing it as well. When she arrived home to see her children eating a bowl of cereal looking quite content, she told herself she would only do this for a few more times before she would never do this again.
At six, she gave Ray Junior strict instructions to not open the door to anyone.
“Mom, where do you go?” he inquired. “Do you have a job?”
“Something like that.”
He accepted that and turned around to play with his sister.
Locking her front door, she hurried down the street to see the cab pulling into the Laundromat’s parking lot. Getting in, she saw the blindfold on the seat and put it on her face.
After forty five minutes, the driver said, “We’re here.”
Sitting up, she saw they were in the middle of nowhere with a large crème painted house in front of her. The cab handed her an envelope and the trunk popped.
“Get out and get the white box in the trunk. I’ll be back in four hours. Follow the instructions in the envelope precisely.”
She shivered in nervousness, but did as instructed. The white box in the trunk was not heavy and she took it out. Soon as she closed the trunk’s lid, the cab took off.
Opening up the envelope she read the instructions which had been printed off on a computer.
You will go into the home in front of you. To open the door, press 5353. Come in and close the door immediately. Take the stairs in front of you to the only double doors that are open at the top of the stairs.
Once inside that room, close the door, take off all your clothes and put on only the items that are in the box. Lie on the bed, do not move and wait for further instructions.
Under no circumstances will you speak or move once you are lying on the bed!
The idea she was referred to as a submissive was odd and the instructions were even odder, but she obeyed quickly. She would get this over with.
The home wasn’t filled with any furniture. It was as if no one lived there at all, but the home was spacious and most of all… warm.
Blair took the spiral steps in front of her two at a time and at the top, black double doors were open in front of her.
Going into this room, she noticed fresh laid carpet was on the floor and there was only a settee and a queen size firm bed with a silk sheet on top was in the middle of the floor.
This room was bigger than her apartment!
She leaned down and touched the carpet. It was so soft. More expensively soft than any pillow she had ever slept on.
A noise below her made her get back on track. Putting the box on the bed to open, she couldn’t believe what she saw inside.
Black Patton four-inch stilettos, a diamond encrusted choker with a long steel chain attached to the back and a Masquerade Mardi Gras Mask with the eyes covered with a mesh cap to even cover her entire head of hair.
She had bathed before leaving home just like instructed. Remembering last time, she made sure “special parts” of her were even extra clean. Unsure what to prepare for, she just hoped it was nothing worse than last time.
After undressing, she put her clothes in the box and placed the box under the bed out of the way. She only carried her identification, the money left over from what she had yesterday and the keys to her home.
Blair was smart, but she wasn’t stupid enough not to take any identification or the fake stuff she had. It wasn’t a good forgery job, but it was enough to get by certain things like free programs around the city.
Unfortunately it wasn’t enough to put her son back in school for the fall, but she hoped if she could get enough money now, she could afford some good fakes.
She didn’t put the mask fully over her eyes. First, she crawled carefully in the bed and then she laid on her stomach. Taking a deep breath forcing herself to relax, she pulled the mask down and surrounded herself with darkness.
Unsure how to position her arms, she laid her hands by her side and her face on her cheek. There were no pillows on the bed and she prayed she would be okay. At this point, every penny she earned counted and she didn’t want to lose anything just because she wasn’t “submissive” enough. Yet, she wasn’t even sure how to be one when she really didn’t understand the word.
All her life, she really hadn’t gotten school right. Once a teacher told her she was dyslexic, but since she didn’t understand what that meant, she didn’t know how she was. She could mimic people around her or pretend she understood what people were saying to her. She was a fast learner and could acclimate to any situation, but she just really never comprehended school.
When Ray Junior came home from his first day of school, she remembered feeling worried all day because she thought he would have her same problems. Yet, he’d burst through the door laughing about how he really enjoyed going to school and wished he could go all the time.
The sound of someone coming up the stairs brought her back to reality and Blair composed herself for the night ahead. Bracing herself, she really just wanted to see her children right then, not be here.
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