NO SECRETS NO LIES (SIN CITY HEAT SERIES Book 3)

by K, S

  NO SECRETS NO LIES

  SIN CITY HEAT SERIES

  Buried Secrets ~ Book 1

  Twisted Obsessions ~ Book 2

  Beginning of an Eclipse ~ Prequel

  No Secrets No Lies ~ Book 3

  No Secrets No Lies is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No Secrets No Lies, Copyright  2012. All rights reserved.

  No parts of this book may be used or reproduced in any form or by any means without written consent except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  First and foremost, thank you to God for blessing me with the gift to express myself through written word and to be able to share it with others.

  Many thanks and much love to my parents and my beloved son for allowing me to do what I love and standing beside me no matter what. Much love and appreciation to my husband for still allowing me time to stay closed up and locked away, hours at a time, without complaint while encouraging and supporting me every step of the way. Thank you for being my biggest supporter and Number One Fan! I couldn’t do this without you.

  Thank you to my readers who have been behind me since day one! Many times, I’d wonder if it’s worth it to continue chasing this dream, but the support and encouragement I receive from you all help me to put one foot in front of the other and keep on doin’ what I do! You guys rock!! Thanks to the people who assist me in ways that mean so much: Anita, Tasha, Sarah I appreciate you guys to the fullest!!. Hugz & Kisses to my coworker buds who offer me support and kind words: Jen, Fee, Patti, Shannon, Vera, Cookie, Eve, Cynt, Cheryl, Rock & San!

  Again, I thank everyone who’s TEAM SK from the bottom of my heart! Muah!

  Peace, Blessings, and Love

  SK~

  CHAPTER 1

  Amir Montgomery walked towards the luxury car which came screeching to a halt a few feet away from where he’d parked his. Whistling under his breath, he eyed the elegant lines of the beautiful vehicle. The Jaguar XJ series was not due to come out for at least another three months.

  Wealth does have it privileges, Amir mused.

  “Tom, how are you?” He reached out to shake the other man’s hand who was huffing to pull himself out of the car.

  “I’m great, Amir. Sorry we’re late.” Tom Culpepper was an older white man in his fifties with a receding hairline and a stomach that hung over his belt like an overinflated balloon. Although his stature was somewhat on the short side, his net worth made him appear ten feet tall.

  “No, problem. I just got here myself.” The lie rolled off Amir's lips smoothly; he knew how the game was played and was a master at spitting bull.

  Amir owned Montgomery Realty, and was meeting with Tom to show him around a piece of property he’d recently inquired about. Amir’s top agent was out sick with the flu and today was too important to trust anyone else to pull it off. This listing had been with Montgomery Realty for almost a year now. In today's market, there weren't many people who could afford expensive property like this one - but Tom Culpepper could. Amir planned on convincing him this was what he’d been looking for.

  Tom was actually a friend of a friend and wanted to go through Amir’s agency because he was a fan from back in the day when Amir used to play professional football. He was looking to buy a home which would mainly be occupied by his girlfriend, Vanessa West. Located on the outskirts of Atlanta, Tranquility’s Promise boasted eight bedrooms and twelve bathrooms, an indoor pool, as well as an outdoor Olympic sized pool, stables, and tennis courts just to name a few of the amenities.

  Amir waited as Tom went around to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for Vanessa, who was twenty five years his junior. She was also extremely gorgeous and reminded Amir of former Miss USA Kenya Moore. She had smooth chocolate skin, light brown eyes, and thick, soft lips that he imagined could take him to heaven with one blow. And her body...she was definitely Amir’s type of woman

  She'd been an up and coming actress before the married billionaire tempted her to give it all up and become his mistress by showering her with jewelry, furs, exotic vacations, and of course money. She was at his beck and call and available to him at the slightest notice.

  “Yes, I apologize as well." Vanessa looked at Tom reprovingly before smiling are Amir. "I tried to tell him we were going to be late, but he insisted we had plenty of time."

  “Well darlin’, I was closing that deal overseas. I have to keep you in those diamonds and designer clothes you love so much, don’t I? Plus, this house I’m purchasing for you isn’t free.”

  “Nothing ever is with you,” Vanessa muttered under her breath.

  Tom had fetishes she’d had to indulge over the years. If anyone ever found out some of the sick little games the powerful mogul liked to play, he would be the laughing stock in the business world and the butt of endless jokes on late night comedy shows. Vanessa had hidden cameras throughout her condo which recorded his erotic demands. She kept the footage in a safe place for insurance. He insisted he’d always take care of her, but a girl had to be smart about these things. He had no legal obligation to her, and if he decided to leave her tomorrow, she’d be left high and dry. That’s why she made sure she got as much as she could now. The expensive gifts he bought her were all in her name – and eventually, this mansion would be as well.

  Amir cleared his throat. “If you two will follow me, we can get started. As you can see, there’s a lot of square footage to cover, not counting the grounds and lake in the back.”

  They’d only taken a couple of steps when Tom’s phone rang. Vanessa released an exasperated breath at the interruption. Tom brought the phone to his ear then covered the speaker with his hand. "Amir, why don’t you go on and get started showing Nessa around. I’ve been waiting on this call all day, so I'll probably be a while. I’ll catch up when I'm done.”

  Amir turned his most charming smile towards Vanessa as he opened the front door and gestured for her to proceed him. “After you...”

  Vanessa slowly perused Amir's body and licked her lips like a kitten that spotted a succulent bird in a tree. Although she wasn't a football fan, everyone knew who Amir Montgomery was. He’d been one of the best wide receivers in the game before an injury ended his promising career after only four seasons.

  It was not by chance she and Tom chose his agency. She’d been wanting a taste of him ever since a girlfriend revealed he gave good dick. Her friend said he was the best she’d ever experienced and Vanessa couldn’t wait to find out for herself. She put a little extra swish in her hips as she glided inside, making sure to rub her entire body against Amir’s when she passed by him.

  Amir hid a grin as he followed her inside. He knew what that look meant. Vanessa had been throwing herself at him from the first day she and Tom walked into his office. He couldn’t say he was surprised. There was no way Tom was giving Vanessa what she needed – sexually, that is. Yeah, he planned to sleep with her…but after he secured this sale. His mantra had always been money before pussy.

  Ignoring her blatant invitation for now, Amir looked around the foyer. “What would you like me to show you first?”

  Vanessa’s lips turned up in a sexy smile as she deliberately flirted with him. “Now, that’s a loaded question if I ever heard one. What do you want to show me?”

  Again Amir fought to keep a grin off his face and keep his mind on business. “How about the kitchen?”

  As they walked into the huge state of the art kitchen, he pointed out the stainless steel appliances, beginning with the prem
ier built in subzero refrigerator. Vanessa's eyes immediately glazed over. She had no intention of cooking, God forbid, so she tuned him out and leaned back against the large island and stared hungrily at Amir. She loved a tall, fit man. At 6’3” and 225lbs, he was so freaking gorgeous. Thick lashes outlined sexy, lazy eyes, and his deep pecan colored complexion was smooth and unblemished. His square jawline and sensuous lips gave him the appearance of a handsome movie star. Vanessa knew if he ever decided to go that route, he would have no problem at all becoming a success. Audiences would gladly pay to see his films because women ached to fuck him and men wanted to be him.

  Her eyes moved to his muscular frame, which was off the radar. Even after he retired from football, he’d kept his body in tip top shape. And that tight ass. She could see herself holding on to it for dear life while he –

  “Vanessa. Excuse me, Vanessa…?”

  Amir’s voice finally penetrated the X-rated scene she’d been so engrossed in. “I’m sorry. Did you say something, Amir?”

  He stared at her for a few minutes, his mouth twitching at the corner. “I was just telling you about the world class kitchen you would have if you decide this is the home for you and Tom.” Amir folded his arms and leaned back against the refrigerator as his dark eyes swept up and down her body. “But apparently you have other things on your mind.”

  Vanessa suddenly grew tired of the cat and mouse game they’d been playing. She wanted him and she wanted him now. “We’ll take it.”

  Amir’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. That wasn’t exactly what he had been expecting her to say. “Tom hasn’t even seen it yet. Don’t you think we should...”

  “You want to get rid of this property, don’t you?” Vanessa pushed away from the island and slowly walked towards him.

  “Of course, but I also want to make sure you’re…satisfied. I like to keep all of my clients happy.”

  The double play on words only served to arouse Vanessa further. She stopped in front of him and lifted her head to stare into his eyes. She was so close the tips of her breasts grazed his chest.

  “I can think of several things you can do to keep me…satisfied. The first being me getting a taste of what I’ve been hearing so much about.”

  Chapter 2

  "Excuse me?" Amir raised a brow, but he knew exactly what she meant. The social circle in Atlanta could be a very small, tight clique. Everyone knew everyone else’s business.

  His attention settled on her mouth, admitting he wanted to feel those luscious lips wrapped around him, and Vanessa knew it too. He watched through half closed lids as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Their eyes held as she slid her hand down the front of his boxer briefs and curled her fingers around his thick piece of meat.

  Vanessa’s eyes widened at the girth and length. “Oh, my. She wasn’t lying.”

  Before Amir could question her further, Vanessa started squeezing and stroking his shaft. He inhaled swiftly, watching as her small hand jerked him to a full erection with the moves of a seasoned pro. She leaned forward and softly kissed him, letting her tongue lightly caress the inside of his mouth.

  “Vanessa…” Amir tried to form a protest, but she shushed him again with her lips. Seconds later, she dropped to her knees and slipped him into the tight glove of her wet mouth until more than half of his dick disappeared. She took the remaining inches in her hand and pumped slowly, but firmly, as if she was priming a well for black gold.

  Amir let out a long hiss and reached down to grab a handful of her hair as he watched her. “That feels good,” he murmured in a low, sexy voice.

  Just as he was on the verge of exploding, they heard Tom wrapping up his call. Amir was vaguely aware of his shoes echoing on the hardwood floor as he walked from one room to the next looking for them.

  Vanessa gasped and pulled Amir from her mouth. She tried to stand up, but he kept his hand securely twisted in her hair, outlining her lips with the wet tip of his stick.

  “Finish,” he whispered. “I’m about to cum.”

  Vanessa turned panicked eyes towards him. “Amir, no, he’ll be coming this way any minute!” Her hushed voice was desperate.

  “Then you’d better hurry, right?” Of course he wouldn’t force her, but then again, he didn’t have to. A freak recognized a freak.

  "Nessa? Where are ya, darlin'?" Tom hadn't made it to the kitchen but was getting closer.

  Amir’s eyes never left Vanessa as he waited. After a brief hesitation, Vanessa slurped his chocolate pole back into her mouth and bobbed her head with a vengeance.

  A satisfied look came over Amir’s face as he smiled his approval. Seconds later, he tensed then exploded into Vanessa's mouth. “Mmmm….”

  Vanessa swallowed his load and licked the head one last time before standing up. She glanced over her shoulder as she heard Tom getting closer then spun around with wide, fearful eyes. “Hurry! Put it back in your pants, he’s coming!”

  Amir grinned in a way that, even now, made her pause and bite her lip. He stepped through a door off to the right of the kitchen to straighten and fix his clothes at the same time Tom walked in.

  “There you are darlin’. I was lookin’ for you. Where’s Amir?”

  “I’m right here Tom. I had to take a quick call and was just…wrapping things up,” he said as he walked back in and gave Vanessa a sly look.

  Biting back a smile, Vanessa went over to Tom. She circled her arms around his neck and peered down at him beseechingly. “Honey, I love this house. Can I have it? Please??”

  Tom frowned. “Well, Nessa, we had others on the list that you wanted to -"

  “No, Poppa, I want this one,” she pouted. “You don’t want your little girl unhappy, do you?”

  Tom melted like ice cream underneath the beating sun. “Well…alright, honey. If you’re sure. Whatever you want.” He lowered his voice. “I know you’ll show Big Daddy how appreciative you are later on tonight.”

  Vanessa squealed and propelled herself into his arms. She rained kisses over his face before bringing her lips to his and tonguing him down enthusiastically. Amir scowled and shook his head.

  “Mmmm.” Tom slid his hands down and cupped her ass. “You taste extra sweet, darlin’.”

  Amir laughed incredulously before he could stop himself, barely managing to turn it into a cough. Pineapple juice was his favorite drink of choice when he was on the run, and he’d just finished a chilled bottle of it before he got there. Vanessa glared at him over Tom's shoulder when Amir sent her a sexy wink.

  Mischief twinkled in his eyes. “Well, I guess that just proves you have a woman who’s sweet inside and out, Tom. You’re a very lucky man. Now let’s see about this paperwork, and then we can all go out to have a drink to celebrate.”

  “Tell you what, Amir. Let’s sit down over here while you brief me on the highlights then you can fax everything over to my office. I’m afraid I have a meeting in about an hour, so I won’t be able to have that drink. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d appreciate it if you could take my honey baby out and have a celebratory drink on me.” He looked at Vanessa. “That okay with you, darlin’?”

  “I guess I can have a quick drink with Amir in order to toast my new house. Later, you and I can have our own celebration tonight.” She slid her hand over the front of his zipper while Tom grinned in anticipation.

  Amir stared at Vanessa over Tom’s head as the other man glanced through the paperwork. He’d stuck to his rule: money before pussy. He was signing off on his money now. He'd be getting his pussy as soon as Tom left.

  “Maaannnn…get the fuck outta here! You mean to tell me that nasty ho' sucked you off, swallowed your jism, and then turned around and tongued her man down?? That’s some twisted shit, Amir!”

  Amir’s best friend Marvin “Soul” Thompson stared at him with an expression full of disbelief and disgust. They had been jogging for the last forty-five minutes and were almost at the end of their run. Amir thought about how the rest of the evening with Vane
ssa had gone once Tom left. They wasted little time tearing each other’s clothes off and tried to fuck in as many rooms as they could for the next several hours. By the time they’d finished, Vanessa was ready to kick Tom to the curb and move Amir in as soon as the ink dried on the contract. Amir shot that notion down with a quickness. It wasn’t that type of party.

  Soul continued in disbelief. “Then, his stupid ass had nerve enough to say your shit tasted sweet? Damn!”

  Amir could barely run for laughing. “Hey! He didn’t say my shit was sweet.” A second later, Mir shrugged. “Well, damn, in a way I guess he did, but please…don’t say it like that!”

  “I tell you what. If my woman ever, ever did somethin’ like that…” Soul couldn’t even finish the sentence, let alone think about the possibility of his wife, Sharon, doing something so shady. They may as well get the jail cell ready for him because he already knew he'd catch a case.

  “Nah. Sharon wouldn’t do something like that.”

  “She better not...shiittt!”

  “And anyway, Soul, why Vanessa gotta be a ho'? Don’t let Oprah hear you say no shit like that. She’ll invite you to her show and put you on blast for real,” Amir laughed.

  “Oh, why she a ho'? Let’s see. She’s fuckin’ some rich, married dude in exchange for him taking care of her every need. She gives him all the pussy he wants and he pays her by buying gifts, cars, and jewelry. He takes her on vacations, puts her up in a condo, and now has bought her a multi-million dollar house that costs more than I'll see in a lifetime?? Hmm. If your definition of a ho' is different from mine, I'd like to hear it.”

  Amir had to stop running because he was laughing so hard. He grabbed his stomach, which was aching from trying to catch his breath and laugh at the same time. Soul knew his ass was a fool!