Love And Secrets

CHAPTER ONE

Yasmin's POV

I stepped into the Uber, and the voice of Nat-King filled the air. The reminder popped up to call my dad after meeting with Keith to find out how Isabel was holding up.

The last time I went home, her condition had worsened, and Dad looked like he was also fading away.

Today hadn't gone as planned. I failed yet another interview and was late for my anniversary dinner with Keith. I sniffed away the loose tear threatening to fall off my eye as the car drove into the driveway of Keith’s apartment. We had gotten our dream home. And although I mostly stayed alone because he was always on business trips.

This house was the only place I could be myself. I saw another car parked outside. Maybe he had someone over. He did mention that his cousin would be coming over to see him. I heard the sounds of muffled moans and grunts coming out the door, my heart already sinking as I opened the front door to a half-naked Keith relentlessly pounding into his supposed cousin, as she moaned, completely unaware of my presence.

"Yas… what.. What are you doing at home at this time?" My fiance asked, stammering while struggling to put on his pants.

"Happy. Anniversary. Keith.” I hissed with so much disdain, tossing the bouquet on the chair, as she finally got up, adjusting the hem of her dress.

“You shouldn’t have been home. Yas, you always f*****g ruin everything...”

“Keith, who the f**k is she? I didn't leave LA for this ”. The blondie interrupted, staring at me with disgust, for obviously cutting their reunion short.

“The girlfriend I told you about,” Keith said, pushing her out of his way to adjust himself properly. It felt like someone dumped a bucket of ice on me because I was beginning to live out my worst nightmare and his next words completely broke me. "Yaz, we are breaking up, and I’m cutting your family off my money" . He finished, with the blonde girl hanging onto him like some god.

“You can’t do that to me, Keith, my sister will die!” I screamed in tears, begging my now ex-fiancé like my life depended on it. “I have been your trophy girlfriend, please don’t cut my family off, they've got nothing to do with this” I clutched my chest at the thought of my sister in the hospital.

I could already picture my dad’s face twisting in disappointment because yet again I had failed him. “Pick up your things and get out of my house Yasmin,” Keith said with finality in his voice.

Keith and I met in the hospital after the accident and had been dating for two years and got engaged. We were a perfect couple with the most cliché backgrounds. He is a wealthy business person who falls in love with a lowly accountant born to immigrant parents struggling to make ends meet.

My father adored Keith because he had played the role of the perfect boyfriend by employing him in his company and taking over my sister's medical bills.

I went upstairs and packed a few dresses with a piece of jewelry he had bought for me. I could sell them. They looked expensive. I can't believe I had been that stupid to believe she was his cousin.

All the time he traveled to LA on a quick business trip was because he had to see her, and then he had some nerve lying to my face when I confronted him about it. He had gaslit me into thinking I was overthinking everything, it was work and all that business talk.

“How could you be so stupid Yas”-” Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I said, pounding my fist on the box.

Was I not good enough for Keith?

Why did he have to cheat on me?

I summoned the little courage I had left and walked out of the house I dreamed of as home. Angry and frustrated, I hailed a taxi, and he drove to a pub, hiccuping a tequila order between sniffs to the bartender. I drank my heart out, but I thought I had run out of luck for the day when I saw a pawn shop opposite the pub.

In my drunken state, I hurriedly got in and traded the jewelry I had packed up from my closet. The owner was kind enough to take most of it. Walking out of the pawn shop I got an eerie feeling like I was being watched. Suddenly, I felt a tug at the back of my head.

“Give me all the money you just got,” he said, breathing down my neck with the other hand pressing a cold metal to my side.

“I promise you I have nothing” I begged, slurring, tears running down my face. “You think I'm stupid, huh, I saw you leaving that pawn shop,” he said, pushing the metal deeper into my skin.

“Please, I don't have much, don't hurt me. '' I pleaded, handing over the leftover jewels and the little cash I had taken from Keith’s nightstand to spite him for cheating before leaving the house and praying silently the night wouldn't get any worse.

“She said let go”, I heard a gruff voice say yanking the robber off of me and ripping my blouse in the process as I fell to the ground and lay there sobbing.

“Are you okay?” the man asked, his green eyes burning into my soul. He lifted me and held me against his chest, as I cried for my sister, my broken engagement, my cheater of an ex, being mugged, and finding solace in the arms of the stranger who had just rescued me.

“You can let it all out,” he said, rubbing soothing circles on my back. His sandalwood, coffee, and Sin impending scent wafted through my nostrils. The alcohol drove me wild, and I delved into the inviting Sin, capturing the lips of my hero and letting all my fears get lost in the softness of his lips, tasting a little bit of coffee and vodka, the kiss breaking all the spells of darkness I had hidden.

“How about we take this someplace else? '' He breathed into my lips, as I let myself be ushered into a Black Rolls-Royce that screamed money. Still, lust gazed, I could see him from the rearview mirror picking up my belongings and putting them into the car.

He got into the driver's seat and ten minutes later, we were entering the driveway of the Milkanoff suites. I tried not to trip over my foot as we entered the glitzy lobby and everybody greeted him as we walked by to the elevator.

“I don't even know your name”, I said when the elevator doors slid open, and he entered inside it, reaching out to me. “Lex”, He said, pulling me into the elevator. The door was glued shut. He cornered me against the wall, every step more bold than the next.

My pulse quickened against my throat, his hands lifting my chin until I got completely lost in his green eyes. Lex cupped me through my dress and I whimpered, my back arching against the wall behind me. His finger found my c**t through the fabric, pressing hard and saving it in lazy circles.

The elevators dinged, and he drew away from me, revealing the entrance to what seemed to be the penthouse of the hotel. I trailed behind him, watching his broad back and lean figure. He looked like the sculpture of a Greek god cladded in a tailored suit.

Once we were in his suite, he handed me a bottle of water.

“Drink, I'll need you to be a little more sober for your ruining ''. I drank the water like a parched deer, feeling hot by his crude mouth.

He lifted me and laid me on the king-sized ripping what was left of my dress. His fingers found their way back to heat. The lack of touch in a long while had me moaning into his throat as he pumped in and out of me.

“Come for me, Red” He whispered into my ear as the first wave of pleasure ripped through me. He stood up and got rid of his clothes, sheathed himself with a condom, and drove into me.

The pleasure was so penetrating, I writhed under him, releasing slews of curses and profanities in Spanish. My second orgasm soared from my toes to my head like an electric shock, sending me to heaven as I felt him shudder inside me and collapse on me. When reality hit me, I just had a shattering orgasm at the hands of a stranger.