Hardin - The Golden Lie

The Golden Lie

B.M. Hardin.

ISBN-13:

978-1548666743

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2017B.M. Hardin

This book is a work of fiction. Any similarities of people, places, instances, and locals, are coincidental and solely a work of the authors imagination.

Acknowledgements

I truly thank the Man above for my gift and for the opportunity to live in my purpose and the courage to chase after my dreams. I thank my readers for following my work and allowing me to entertain them time and time again. I appreciate their continuous support and their interaction with me daily in my book club: Its A Book Thing

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to one of my closest friends LaQuasha Massey, a.k.a. Bail Diva! Shes an amazing bail-bondsman, but an even better friend. She listens to all of my ideas and I appreciate you more than you know!

Love you always girlie!

XOXO,

B.M. Hardin

The Golden Lie

CHAPTER ONE

Thou Shall Not LieAnd Get Caught!

Well, Ill be damned! I knew it, I mumbled in disappointment, as I stared at my husbands car.

It was parked in the driveway of the little house on the corner, but for that reason alone, I was confused. He was supposed to be out of town on business, but he wasnt. He was here, at this house, only twenty-minutes away from the house that we shared.

Hed lied to me. And since hed been at the same house, for the past three days, I was pretty sure that he was cheating on me too. That much was obvious.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. Feeling sad, and sorry for myself, would have to wait, because at that moment, all I wanted to feel was rage!

Glancing at the brick in my passenger seat, I smirked as I picked it up. Big Mama Banks always said that a brick and one hell of a right arm was a womans best friend in a time of trouble. So, I always kept a Nigga-Be-Cool brick, within my reach. You just never know when it might come in handy. And though I wasnt exactly in trouble, in this case, I sure as hell was looking to start some.

From the outside looking in, most would think that I was lucky to be married to a man like Dakota Ramsey.

He was sexy, charming, and smarter than most. He dominated in the world of computers, the best of the best at his job, and yet somehow, he remained so humble, and gentle. So, mellow and kind. But truth be told, I wasnt the lucky one; he was. I was the glue that kept it all together. I was his backbone. His rib. I was his wife and his best friend. I was the reason that he was who he was, but obviously, hed forgotten that.

For years, no matter how many late nights at the office, or business trips he went on, it never even crossed my mind that he could be doing something else. I never thought that he would be lying to me. He just wasnt that type of guy. Hed been raised by a mother who taught him how to talk to and how to treat a woman. He was my green-eyed, curly-haired gentleman and he had never even raised his voice at me. He was different. At least I thought he was. I thought that Id married the exception, but I guess I was wrong.

I confirmed that the license plate on the car was his, though I already knew that it was. I exhaled loudly. It was one hell of a pill to swallow, especially because it just didnt make sense. Dakota didnt have a reason to lie and cheat on me. He didnt have a reason to be unhappy. I gave him everything that he could possibly require of a wife. I always had.

Ten long years of marriage, kinky-suspect sex, and two big-headed ass kids that I didnt even want! Well, at least not at first. I didnt nag or complain. I didnt try to consume all of his free time. I liked sports and I was his drinking buddy at the end of a long week.

Im a good damn wife! And quite frankly, he didnt have the fucking right to do this to me!

Hurriedly, I rolled down my drivers side window, and inched closer to the house. I wondered why his car was the only car parked in the driveway.

Whose house is this and who is he in there with?

I mean, he had to be in there with somebody---right?

He had to be in there with another woman.

Unless it was another man.

I shivered at the thought. I mean, he does like that one thing; the thing where my tongue always ends up in the crack of his ass. I would start out sucking his wood and once I made my way down to his balls, somehow, he always did this little ass-lift thing and my tongue would slip into his crack. The first time it happened, I thought it was a mistake. But when he kept doing it, I knew that it wasnt. I knew that he liked it. Over the years, hed even given it a name. He called it his secret spot and he whined like a hit dog whenever I licked it.

Some might call that suspect. To me, it was just nasty and weird as hell, but still, I did it just to please him. I always did exactly what he wanted me to do.

I shook my head. No. Dakota wasnt gay.

I was sure of it.

Silencing my thoughts, I turned my attention back to the house. At the end of the day, it doesnt really matter who he was in there with, he wasnt supposed to be there at all!

I frowned as I prepared to throw the brick at his $75,000 car, but just as the brick was about to leave my hand, loudly, my cell phone started to ring, causing me to drop the brick.

Shit!

Hurriedly, I glanced at my phone.

It was him---Dakota.

If only he knew that I was parked right outside. As smart as he was, I bet he wouldve never guessed that while he was sleeping, I would download a location app and confirm the e-mails from his phone, giving me permission to locate him anytime that I wanted to.

I even took the time to spam any e-mail alerts just to make sure that he wasnt notified whenever I was looking for him. I know, some may say that Id gone through a lot just to see what he was up to, but in this moment, I was glad that I had.

For the past few months, things had been a little off between us. I just had this feeling. Something about him was different. Hed tried to hide it, but I could see straight through him. Id asked him time and time again if everything was okay, and like most men, hed lied right to my face. It had taken me three whole days to get up the nerve to type the address from the location app into my GPS, and follow it to this house. But now that I was here, the only way I was leaving was with my husband or in handcuffs.

The phone stopped ringing and immediately he called again. Still, I didnt answer. I waited for the voicemail icon to pop up and when it did, I pressed it.

Hey baby, its me. I was just calling to check-in. I missed my flight. So, I wont be home tonight as planned. I guess I get to enjoy a night off in Florida after all. Anyway, Ill call you with my new flight details. I love you. And I cant wait to see you. Bye.

And another lie! He wasnt in Florida, he was right here, in Lake Wylie, South Carolina; but he can bet his sweet ass, that he was about to wish that he was anywhere but here!

At that very moment, I decided that shattering his car window with a brick, was just a waste of time. Fuck that brick! I was going to knock on the door!

With my mind made up, hurriedly, I parked in the neighbors driveway and got out of the car. I didnt exactly have a plan, except to start swinging on sight---whether it was on Dakota or on whoever opened up the door.

I hadnt fought in years, but I figured that whooping ass was just like riding a bike; you never really forget how to do it.

Feeling a combination of anger and uncertainty, I headed towards the house, but just as I reached the front steps, the porch light flickered on and for a moment, I stopped dead in my tracks. My heart dropped, and at the sound of chatter, instead of continuing towards the front door, I ran to hide on the side of the house.