The Truth Behind The Lies

by Lace, Lolah

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  PROLOGUE

  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

  Authors Note

  THE TRUTH

  BEHIND THE LIES

  A Novel

  By

  Lolah Lace

  Published by Lolah Lace

  Copyright © 2015 by Lolah Lace

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  ISBN: 978-0-9964124-0-7

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  *EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT*

  WARNING

  This novel is considered erotic romantic fiction. This is for mature audiences only. This book contains adult profane language, mild violence and strong sexual content.

  Dedications

  This book is dedicated to the people whose cell phone numbers I blocked while writing this book. If I answered and listened to all the drama I would never finish a book. So this is for you. You make me concentrate on my kids and my craft. XOXO It’s all love.

  Acknowledgments

  I would like to give a special thanks to beta reader Patrice Harrison. If I could clone you I would. Your input is the truth. Thanks to beta reader Camille Crawford for reading deep into the words. Thank you to all the IR Romance readers and authors that participate in my Facebook group Lolah’s Loveland.

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  “Is a stranger really a danger? Or is the danger in what we will do with a stranger?”

  Lolah Lace

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  PROLOGUE

  I’m back to square one. This time around I think I like being single. All my relationships end in disaster with my last one being a colossal hot ass mess. Well that’s not really true of all them. Some just fade away peacefully with both parties only suffering a minimal amount of emotional damage.

  Some people aren’t meant to be together. It seems there is no one meant to be with me. I think there could be something wrong with me. If there is I just don’t know what it is or how to fix it, how to fix me. I’m not trifling. I’m not an angry black woman. So what gives? I think I hate being single. No, I know I hate it.

  CHAPTER 1

  ★FRIDAY★

  I’m so glad I got that over with. I hate being here, in this building. The place was huge and intimidating and I felt out of place being here. I had the nerve to be scared. I’m not really scared of anything, just one of my character flaws. Feeling this way is stupid due to the fact that this is probably the safest place to be.

  I never thought I was that kind of woman, a tattletale, an informer, a snitch. They say snitches get stitches or end up in ditches or something. I hope not. I really don’t have time for this ridiculous mess. But I don’t really have a choice. I’m a single black woman and I have to protect myself no matter how tough I think I am. It doesn’t really matter now. What’s done is done.

  David can get mad if he wants to. I did it so it’s done. It is, what it is. I just want to get the hell out of here, go home and take a long soothing hot bubble bath. I want to chill out and relax, play me some Mary J. and read a good book. Not any of that romance garbage. I need a heavy dose of reality. I can’t deal with that fantasy crap with the perfect men acting all perfect and chivalrous. That shit ain’t real.

  I stepped into the elevator trying hard to run the hell out of this stale building. I thought I was alone but a tall white man ducked into the elevator behind me like The Flash. He whisked himself right in between the closing doors making them reopen.

  He startled me. He was so damn tall. I was so frazzled that I forgot to push my floors button. What the hell was my floors button? Seeing my ex-boyfriend parked outside my condo on several occasions made me a nervous wreck. I just didn’t know what to do with myself and that’s why I was here in the first place. I really and truly didn’t know what to do with his odd behavior. He took our breakup hard but he was doing this stalker thing and I was too over this, us.

  I was a little scared too. He had me shook. I knew he carried a gun. He grew up in one those neighborhoods were everybody carried a gun. I was so grateful my girl Tangie told me to go to the police. I would never try to get any black man in trouble with the law but he was taking it too far. It’s been two months. We’re done.

  Shit, the button! The elevator doors closed completely.

  His deep voice hit me like a ton of bricks. It knocked me into the reality that I was in the elevator.

  “What floor?” I looked up and over at the man covering the silver panel that held the elevator buttons.

  “One.” My voice came out little and mousy compared to his profound bass filled vocals.

  “Ground.” He corrected as he glanced over at me. He raised one blonde eyebrow and made me feel weird, like I couldn’t read. He hit the G button. He knew exactly what I meant, smart-ass.

  I noticed his sunny blonde hair. He had blue eyes I think. He was dressed really nice even though he only was wearing dark washed jeans and a charcoal gray shirt. Stop staring Nina. Ground, I mocked his usage of that one word. He ain’t all that. Ha, yeah he is. I smiled inside. He was hashtag fine, hashtag sexy, hashtag white-hot.

  “You smell delicious.” He groaned like he was talking to himself. I looked up and over at him to make sure he wasn’t talking on his cell. No cell. No earbuds. No blue-tooth. He was glaring at me with those blue things he probably calls eyes. Yes lord, they are so blue, almost white.

  “Excuse me.” My words came out a little more ghetto than I hoped.

  He cleared his throat and snapped out of his trance.

  “Shit, did I say that out loud?” He said all proper. Was he talking to himself or me? He was looking at me. He was grinning from ear to ear. He had a dimple. Damn! For real?

  “I’m sorry. My thoughts just came right out of my mouth. I had only planned on saying what floor.”

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nbsp; “Okay.” I rolled my eyes. That was the hardest, coldest eye roll I hard in my repertoire of eye rolls. If he was going to make me feel uncomfortable I was going to throw it right back at his tall ass.

  “You do…smell delicious.” He crossed his hands over his chest, which brought attention to his pecs. I could see a lot of definition under that fabric. He must live at the gym.

  “Great.” I smirked. Why was he smiling so hard? His face is going to break.

  “Are you married to a cop?” He removed both his hands from his chest and pushed them in his jeans pockets. My eyes followed and I got a glance at his crotch before I stopped myself. I think he did that on purpose to make me look at his nether region. No, that’s stupid. Why would he do that?

  “No, I am not married to a cop.” Damn this elevator ride is long.

  “Why are you here? I know you’re not a criminal.”

  Nosey ass. “What are you doing here?” I snapped and reigned in my hardcore black woman attitude.

  “Visiting a friend in homicide. We went to high school together. He’s a detective”

  “Great.”

  Mr. Blonde man’s eyes drifted down to my cleavage. Damn him, his cheek dimple popped out. Shit, I think there are two of them. Shit! He got two dimples. Well I be damned.

  DING! We made it to the ground level. Thank god. My cell buzzed in my purse as soon as the elevator doors parted.

  He extended his hand to the door. So I could leave the small space first. How gallant. I believe his wife is lucky. I can’t see his ring finger. Even if he’s an asshole he is sure good to look at.

  “Delicious smelling ladies go first.”

  I couldn’t help but to crack a smile. He’s so smooth. He’s smooth like a brother. I wonder what he looks like naked. No, I don’t. Yeah I do. Nina stop acting so slutty. He’s probably married; he’s too fine to be single.

  I wouldn’t be surprised if that huge gray Mercedes out there belongs to him. His shoes look expensive. I was glad I had my expensive handbag on my shoulder. Times like this made six hundred dollars worth it. There was something about Mr. Blonde that could make the average person feel like a pauper. But today I feel like a sharp, bad bitch. So his dimples and those icy blue eyes don’t mean a thing to me.

  I stepped out the elevator and into the lobby. I found a corner to check my cell phone’s missed call. I looked back to see that Dimples had moseyed out the automatic double doors.

  I dug in my purse for my sunglasses. The sun was blazing out this afternoon. I put on my shades and dialed my girl Tangie back.

  “Hey Tangie.”

  “What happened?” Her voice was a bit static but I could hear her to some degree.

  “I just filled out the necessary paperwork to be filed with the county clerk.”

  “That’s good girl. I don’t trust that fool. He’s probably been watching you the whole time and you just didn’t know it.”

  “I think so too. Weird things would happen to me for no reason. Now I’m wondering if that was David? I sometimes felt like someone had been inside my house.”

  “Get your locks changed.”

  “I already called someone. They’re coming to change the locks in the morning.”

  “If you need to come stay the night with me until morning you can.”

  “I will call you and let you know. I should be okay while I’m inside. You know I have those door stoppers my mother bought me.”

  “Right, I need to get me some.”

  “Did you tell the police about the messages. He sort of threatened you on that voicemail message.”

  “Yeah I told them everything.”

  “Good.”

  “I’m still at the police station so I’ll call you a little later.”

  “Okay girl.”

  “Bye.”

  “Bye.”

  “Nina be careful.”

  “Okay bye.” I ended the call and shoved my cell back into my purse. I took a deep breath. I felt a little better now that I filed for a restraining order but it might just make him mad. I hadn’t done anything to deserve a stalker but here it is. I have one. I warned him that I would call the police but he didn’t seem to care or take me seriously. So I had to do what I had to do.

  I strolled across the lobby and went through the double automatic doors. I walked down the two steps and before I could hit the sidewalk I saw him, Dimples, Mr. Blonde, the elevator guy.

  “Hey, I need a word with you.”

  What a strange thing to say. He was blocking my descent to the parking lot. “A word.”

  “More than one word.” He grinned and I hated how his dimples caved. Or did I love it. I don’t know.

  “What?” Bitch mode because I’m a beast. Eye roll, cause I’m no goofy chick.

  “Can I talk to you?”

  “About what?”

  “I don’t know yet but I can figure something out. There’s a coffee shop across the street. You look like you could use a cup of coffee. I know I could use a cup.”

  “I don’t know you. You’re a stranger.”

  “True but, the coffee shop is across the street from the police station. I’m sure its crawling with cops. There are video cameras posted all over this building.” He pointed to the police station. “I think you’re the safest you can be given that I’m a stranger. Besides I’m harmless. Look at me.” He smirked mischievously and I knew he was lying. He was dangerous and I had already looked at him repeatedly.

  “You’re harmless?”

  “Relatively harmless.” He smiled and it forced me to do the same. He took my hand without my permission and started pulling me to the corner. His hands were soft and although I never said yes I was following him. Maybe I was being somewhat forcibly drug. My brain was having a hard time deciphering the difference. He had a gentle manhandle on me.

  We walked to the curb and he stood partially in front of me while we waited for the light to turn green. It was a very busy street but no man had ever shielded me from oncoming traffic. But it was clear that’s what he was doing. If some random driver jumped the curb I guess he was going to get hit first.

  Once the stoplight turned green he stepped off the curb and his firm grip jilted me forward. His stride was regal and sexy. He was a confident man and I could tell all this just from his strut. I lagged behind him and got a glimpse of his ass in his jeans. SEXY. I felt like a peeping Tom but he started it. He said I smell delicious. I taste delicious too. No No! Stop it Nina!

  We made it across the street to the coffee shop. I had never been inside this place before although I drove by too many times to count.

  Mr. Blonde was right. This place was wall-to-wall cops. It was an upscale designer coffee shop not some neighborhood joint but it didn’t seen to bother the cops. Dimples led me to the counter and turned back to face me. He let my hand go and I felt a loss that touched my heart. Jesus, how did he do that?

  “What would you like?” He asked.

  “You can order for me.”

  “You don’t have any food allergies?”

  “No I don’t.”

  He smiled and all his beautiful white teeth lit up the room.

  “Okay, now I know something about you.” He revealed.

  Oh.

  There were only two customers in front of us so I waited for him to place our order. He turned to me when there was only one person in front of us.

  “Get us a table.” He ordered but I wasn’t offended by his command. There was no rudeness in his tone but a familiarity instead.

  “Okay.” I nodded and walked away. Somehow I knew he was watching me walk away.

  I found an empty table at the front of the coffee shop by the window. The busboy was wiping the table off as I stood by and waited. He kept stealing glances at me as he cleaned the table more than was necessary. I must be cute today. I know I’m cute today.

  The busboy dried the table and I took a seat. I removed my sunglasses. I hung my purse on the chair. There was no chance anyone would s
natch and grab my purse in a coffee shop full of cops.

  My mind went wild. What did Dimples want with me? Well he probably wants to fuck me but what else? I know I’m not the most welcoming looking black chick walking around. He probably wants to try a black woman. He obviously has money so he could have done that a long time ago. There is a thing called paid escorts. Maybe I’m thinking to hard about it. One cup of coffee with him is not going to be a big deal. He probably does spontaneous random things like this all the time because he can.

  I tried to be cool but Dimples was so fine. I watched him stroll over to the table with two large cups of coffee and two pieces of cheesecake. He placed the tray on the table and he had even remembered to get napkins. Guys always forget the napkins.

  Before he took the seat across from me we both heard, “Bash!”

  Dimples turned to look at the guy a few feet away then he turned to me.

  “Excuse me, this will just be a minute.”

  I shook my head. What is Bash? Is that his last name? Or did he say Dash? I realized I don’t even know his name. Blondie walked away and joined the guy that was obviously a plain-clothes cop. They shook hands. I was too far away to eavesdrop. I quickly read the words written on the paper cups. I took one cup of coffee. They were exactly the same.

  I was being nosey because I didn’t know this guy. I watched him chat with the other white man. They shared a laugh. They got serious for what seemed like a serious moment. They looked over at me. They shook hands again and Blondie started back towards me. He took the seat facing me and grabbed his coffee.

  “Do you eat cheesecake?” He asked.

  “Yes I love cheesecake. Thank you very much.”

  “Thank you for the company. I never introduced myself. I’m Sebastian Vandervol. People call me Bash.”

  “Bash, I’m Nina.”

  “Nina.” He smiled widely. “That’s a really nice name.”

  “It’s okay.”

  I watched Bash’s lips sip the coffee. I don’t understand why I’m so attracted to this particular white man. He was almost too fine, if you can be too fine. I guess so. He was the example of that.