True Colors
Masks #1
Melissa Pearl
Contents
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Epilogue
Dear reader…
True Colors copyright © 2014 by Melissa Pearl
Cover design copyright © 2018 by Emily Wittig Designs & Photography
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True Colors, Book I, The Masks Series by Melissa Pearl
1st Edition published by Evatopia Press
2nd Edition published by Melissa Pearl Author 2018
www.melissapearlauthor.com
Acknowledgments
Thank you so much for everyone who has contributed to this project. I’d like to give special thanks to a few key people.
Margery from Evatopia Press - it was so fantastic working with you on the initial drafts.
Emily - the new cover rocks my socks! Thank you so much for your creativity and talent.
Cassie, Beth and Brenda - as always, your feedback is top notch and so vital in making sure my book is a strong story that people will enjoy.
Kristin - thank you for your extra help at the end with proofing this book. You caught so many little mistakes I’d missed and I’m so grateful for your keen eye.
Rachael - thanks for being the world’s best assistant.
Songbirds & Playmakers - thanks for all your support. I love posting in the group each day and interacting with you.
My readers - I wouldn’t be doing this if it weren’t for you. Thank you so much for reading my work and then taking the time to tell me about it.
My boys - Jake and Brody - thanks for always making me laugh. You are my cheeky monkeys and I adore you.
My family - your constant love, support and faith in me is so appreciated. I love you all so much.
My inspiration - thanks for another great story idea. I love the characters in this series, thanks for always fueling my imagination.
For Sharyn
The lady who’s always looking out for everyone else.
You are a good soul, my friend.
1
A single moment in time can change everything. The night a stranger’s hand touched mine, I was thrown into a new reality I never could have imagined.
And to think that only a few hours earlier, I had no idea it was coming...
Okay, Chase just took my shirt off. Whipped it over my head and I let him.
Did I want to let him?
Yes, yes, I definitely did. His naked chest pressed against my stomach felt divine. I ran my hand over his sinewy shoulders as his lips skimmed my collarbone, his tongue trailing a path down to the edge of my bra.
Was he going to take it off?
My insides clenched at the idea. No guy had ever touched me that way before. And I did want Chase to—at least I think I did.
I wondered how long it would take him to figure out how non-existent my breasts were. My brother, Toby, always teased me, saying if you took me into the ocean, you could surf me to shore because I was so flat and skinny.
What if Chase thought the same thing? Would he still want me?
I ran my fingers through Chase’s fine brown hair as his mouth worked back up my neck and his arm slid beneath my back.
Surely he’d worked it out by now. If he didn’t like skinny girls, he wouldn’t have even gone for me, right? And with his body melded to mine, I could definitely tell he was into me...if you know what I mean.
When I’d invited Chase into my empty house and closed my bedroom door with a definitive click, I’d made my intentions very clear. A playful smile had danced across his lips as he’d pulled me against him and firmly kissed me. Next thing I knew we were on my bed and his shirt was on the floor.
Chase’s fingers fidgeted with the clasp of my bra. I leaned into him, eager for his touch, but also wrestling with the small part of me that wanted to squish my back onto the bed so he couldn’t. I don’t know why I suddenly felt so vulnerable. We’d been dating for a couple of months. Chase was more than ready. He’d been hinting at doing it for weeks. I should go for it. I should let him.
I was an eighteen-year-old virgin. It was about time I experienced sex. I was ready. At least I thought I was.
“Caitlyn, are you home?” My insides went ice cold as I heard my mom’s voice. And then to make matters worse, she only knocked once before pushing the door open. “Oh!”
Chase leaped off me, adjusting his pants and trying to swivel away so she couldn’t see how excited he was. He ran a hand through his mussed up locks and sort of grinned. “Hey, Mrs. Davis.”
She didn’t say a word, just folded her arms across her pristine white blouse and glared at him.
I scrambled for my shirt, crumpled on the floor beside Chase’s. I flung his cotton T-shirt at him. He caught it with a mumbled thank you and pulled it on.
My face was on fire. My heart was thrumming erratically as I slid my shirt on and tugged it over my exposed naval. Mom was eyeballing me big time, but I couldn’t look at her.
Chase snatched up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. “Well, I should go, because...um, well I...I have um...homework.”
Yeah, right! Chase never had homework. Or if he did, I never saw him doing it, like ever.
Mom must have known that too, because her doubtful glare was almost comical. Almost.
“Of course you do.” Cynicism dripped off every syllable as she kept eyeing my boyfriend with those hard, brown eyes. They were usually soft and warm like chocolate, but not then. In that particular moment they looked like burnt umber—irate and seething. She never really liked Chase and this was so not helping.
Chase’s confident facade buckled beneath her gaze. Slightly flustered, he turned to me, his eyes rounding with a ‘what the hell is her problem’ kind of look.
I shrugged and forced a smile, trying not to let the full humiliation of the moment sink in.
“I’ll see ya, Caitlyn.” Chase gave me a short wave before awkwardly squeezing past my mother. Her glare followed him out the door before slowly tracing back to me.
My cheeks were raging with a hot blush as my gaze hit the floor. I never knew the carpet could be quite so interesting. After what felt like a century of stony silence, I finally gave in and glanced up. Mom’s dark eyes chastised me. I wasn’t quite sure how to react. I’d never been
caught doing anything too naughty before—the odd misdemeanour, but nothing to get in a flap about. This however...well, in Mom’s book, I was pretty sure this would be classed as unacceptable. I folded my arms to mirror her and went for a nonchalant shrug, my usual defence to any form of conflict.
She opened her mouth to respond, her hot words ready to scald me, but she thought better of it. Pressing her lips together, she narrowed her eyes. She was obviously too pissed to talk it out. I knew it would come later—so not cool—but I had no problem with her procrastination. Mom was the silent type. She liked to let things simmer until she could articulate her irritation without hurting anyone’s feelings. In spite of being busted, I felt lucky on that count.
She grabbed the doorknob, her terse words only just audible, “I’m guessing you have homework too. You might want to get that done before dinner.”
Again with the raised eyebrows.
I stifled a groan and rose from my bed. I was tempted to turn and straighten the covers, but decided against it. I knew it would make my mother happy, but it would also make me look guilty and I wasn’t sure I wanted to feel that way. I was eighteen! I could have sex with my boyfriend if I wanted to.
Crossing to my desk, I avoided eye contact and took a seat, not looking at my door until I heard it click shut. With a little huff, I dropped my head into my hands and begged the bedroom floor to open up and swallow me whole.
The thing about my parents is, they’re kind of old. I mean they’re not ancient, but compared to the rest of my friends’ parents, they may as well be dusted off and displayed in a museum. I mean they’ve got five grandchildren already.
You see they were done with their family. Two boys. Two girls. The perfect set. And then my unplanned-self came along. To say I was an unexpected surprise is a major understatement. Mom was like forty-four when she found out she was pregnant with me and I think it took her and Dad a long time to deal with it. Toby, the ‘baby’ of the family was nearly fourteen when I came along. So I’ve kind of been raised as an only child. It doesn’t bother me too much, until afternoons like this when all the heat is on me. There are no siblings to throw the attention to, because I’m the only one still at home.
I slumped down the stairs after Mom’s dinner call.
We’d lived in this house since Toby was one. That’s like thirty years. I wasn’t complaining or anything. The Pacific Palisades is the nicest part of L.A., in my opinion. The beach is ten minutes away. That is something vitally important to my whole family. We’ve all grown up in and around the water.
I ran my hand along the hallway wall, the way I always did when I headed to the dining room. It was like this little tunnel before popping out into an expansive open planned area. It didn’t used to be like that. When Toby moved to San Diego ten years ago, my parents decided to go ahead with the big renovations they’d been saving for. The front half of the house was gutted to make room for shiny new wooden floors, a sparkling state of the art kitchen and a plush sunken-in living area. A little nineteen-seventies if you asked me, but Mom had always wanted one and for this particular project she got everything she desired, including her “suite.” After years of having kids in their faces all day, my parents finally earned themselves a private wing that we were basically banned from entering.
I did love the alterations. I loved the open expanse, the way it lead to a huge sunny deck area. They did good, and out of all the siblings, I’ve reaped the majority of the benefits. At least there was one cool thing about being the youngest by miles.
I pulled out my regular chair and took a seat, still not wanting to look my mother in the eye. Her super quiet mode was slightly unnerving. It didn’t help that Dad was away on some golfing weekend. I mean I liked that he was, because I so didn’t want to face a disapproving frown from him too. I’m his “little peanut.” Seth and I look just like him with our dark blonde hair and blue eyes; the other three all took after Mom. In spite of Dad’s effort, he couldn’t help a touch of favoritism when it came to his eldest and youngest children.
Much to my siblings’ angst, my dad has laxed out big time on discipline. I think Toby used up all his will power and now I basically get away with everything. Luckily for him, I’m a good kid. I think he’d be gutted about my behavior with Chase though, even if I knew a smile or two would win him over, earning me some back up.
“She’s eighteen, Suzy,” he’d say to my mom. “Let her be.”
In saying all that, the idea of his peanut getting it on with her boyfriend...may not fly so well. No, it was definitely better that he was not here!
A fresh chicken salad with a side of homemade bread was plopped in front of me. I eyed the brown bread, stuffed full of seeds and various nuts...I had no idea what they were. I know Mom’s heard of plain white bread before, because I’ve mentioned it several times, but she just gives me that look and asks me why I’d want to put pillow stuffing into my system. The curse of being a nutritionist’s daughter, I guess.
I picked at my salad while Mom sat across from me with her freshly squeezed guava juice. The awkwardness was somewhat painful, but I decided not to let it bother me. At least I decided that until I’d stuffed over half the meal into my mouth and couldn’t handle one second more of her dark glare and repeated tutting.
“What?” My fork clattered to the table.
“I didn’t say anything.” She shrugged.
“You didn’t have to. It’s written all over your face.” I threw my arms in the air. “Would you just spit it out, please!”
“Alright fine.” She gently placed her empty glass on the table and crossed her arms. “I don’t think teenagers understand what an emotional responsibility sex is.”
“Mom, it’s just—“
“Don’t say, ‘It’s just sex.’” Her eyes were on fire.
I swallowed back my words and slumped into my chair, knowing I’d have to hear this one out.
“There’s no such thing as just sex. I hate the way people cheapen it like that. When you’re with someone in that way it should be amazing and magical and mind-blowing.”
Please don’t say like you and Dad. Please! I don’t want that mental image!
Thankfully she let out a sigh and continued in a quiet voice. “I don’t see how you can do that unless you’re with someone you love. I mean do you love Chase?”
The question stumped me. I should have been able to answer in a heartbeat, but I couldn’t. The truth was, I didn’t really know if I loved him or not. I definitely cared about him. I liked spending time with him, but our relationship so far had been more of a heady-rush. One I’d never expected. Chase Mitchell didn’t look at girls like me, but for some reason I’d caught his eye and I wasn’t about to cold shoulder the unexplained phenomenon.
“We’ve only been dating a couple of months,” I mumbled.
“Then you shouldn’t be having sex with him.” Her eyebrows rose so high I thought they might glide off the top of her forehead. I crossed my arms and slouched while Mom let out another big sigh.
“Caitlyn, I respect that you are now an eighteen-year-old woman and in less than six months you will be flitting off to college to live the life you choose.” She blinked and I couldn’t tell if that news relieved or saddened her. I tried not to think about it as she realigned her wedding and engagement ring, a habit she’d had forever. “I’m not telling you when you can lose your virginity and who you can lose it to. I just want you to think about it.” Her deep brown eyes were filled with parental concern. “I know you probably think I’m an old stuff. Your father’s the only man I’ve ever been with and I know views on sex are very different to what they were when I was a teenager. I just...” She sighed. “I don’t ever want you to have regrets when it comes to your first time...or anytime for that matter.” She swallowed and looked awkward again. “I mean unless you’ve already had your first time and this is a wasted conversation. Well, it’s not totally wasted, but...”
Her hands started fluffing the back of her g
rey-speckled curls like they always did when she was flustered. I cleared my throat and interrupted her.
“Mom. Still a virgin.” I wanted to die. Who talked about sex with their sixty-three-year-old mother?
She leaned her elbows on the table, looking all relieved. “Oh, so you haven’t...yet?”
“No.” I frowned, and have no idea what compelled me to continue, but I did. “And we probably wouldn’t have this afternoon either.”
“Really?”
I shrugged, realizing I’d just told a big fat one. If Mom hadn’t interrupted us, we totally would have.
And Mom knew it too. She dipped her head and muttered, “I’m so glad your father’s not home right now.”
I couldn’t help my eye roll.
“Caity, I just want you to be thoughtful about it, that’s all. I don’t want to dictate who you hang out with, but you’ve got to admit you’re changing. I sometimes worry where your friends are going to take you next. I miss the sweet, funny girl you used to be. The one who played sports all the time and had fun. The one who had principles and would never in a million years just let some random guy touch her.”
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