Dirty Little Secrets: A tempting friends to lovers romance. Kierney Scott

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      She screamed. “Ben. Oh god, Ben wake up.” She put down her coffee and ran up the stairs to the master bedroom. Her heart was beating frantically against her ribs. “Ben, wake up!”

      Ben moaned before he rolled over. He opened one eye, the other still clinging to sleep.

      “Look at this.” She thrust the paper at his face. “Is that him?” she demanded as she pointed to the full-page picture of a thin blond man in front of her house. She had never seen Ben’s boyfriend before. She didn’t know what she expected him to look like, but this wasn’t it. He looked young and almost waiflike in his proportions, not a man she would pair with her husband.

      Ben sat up, rubbing his eyes. He took the paper from her and peered at the cover. His face went ashen. “Oh shit.” His voice was calm, frighteningly so.

      “Is that him?” she asked again.

      Ben ran a hand through his hair. “Yes.”

      “Someone took a picture of him leaving our house in the middle of the night. God, Ben. They’re going to figure it out.” She had been so worried about her blowing their cover that she had not considered the possibility that Ben would do it himself. He had always been so careful, only ever meeting out of state, far away from the media spotlight of DC. Until last night…

      Ben’s jaw tightened, the muscles along his neck growing taut under his tan skin. His eyes narrowed. He was calm, too calm, and it was scaring her. Wordlessly he reached over for his smartphone on the bedside table and dialled. “Booker, we have a problem.”

      Ben was silent as he listened to the presidential candidate on the other end of the phone. “Yes. Correct…I see…today?...fine…yes…no, I’ll tell her.”

      Megan held her breath as she listened.

      “What? What’s going on?” Megan demanded when he put down the phone. Ben was too calm. Something was wrong. She could feel it. The other shoe had yet to drop.

      “Megan, I need your help,” Ben said. He stood up and slipped into a pair of black suit trousers. His body was perfectly groomed, the hair on his chest, trimmed. He looked so different to James.

      The thought of James brought her crashing back to reality.

      She nodded at Ben. Anything, she would do anything for him.

      “Yes, that’s Chad.” The name sounded odd on his lips. Ben usually only referred to his lover as his friend. It was almost like giving him a name made it real. Ben held her hands in his, his deep brown eyes focused on her. She could not contain her anxiety but Ben was cool, sanguine, and even confident. Something wasn’t right, things were not adding up. Did he not realise this was the end for him? His career was in tatters. There was no way the ultrareligious right wing was going to stand by him through this.

      “I need you to say he is your lover,” Ben said. His voice was calm and utterly devoid of any of the despair she had coursing through her.

      She shook her head. Ben didn’t understand. It was over, the jig was up. “No one will believe that,” she said softly. It was time for Ben to except the truth about his career…and himself.

      “Why wouldn’t they? It’s not like you have always honoured our marriage vows now is it?” Ben asked pointedly. “I think there is a certain James Emerson who can attest to that.”

      Megan shook her head. “There is one small problem. Chad is gay.” Ben had lost the plot. There was no way they could pull it off.

      Ben visually cringed at the word. “No one knows that. He’s just a civil servant with a keen interest in politics. No one will ever put this back on me. Unless you tell them,” Ben said pointedly. The gaze from his dark brown eyes pinned her in place. “It makes sense that he was here to see you. Given your history with men…” He left the rest unsaid. He was using her past against her, the secrets she had told him, the confidences they had shared. They both knew what he was implying: once a slut always a slut.

      Confusion slammed up against anger as pieces began to slide into place. He was prepared to use her past against her. Megan’s hands began to shake. She clenched them into angry fists to control the jerky movement. “Have you always intended to use me as a scapegoat if you were caught?” She already knew the answer but she needed to hear it from his mouth. She willed him to tell her she was wrong.

      “It’s not like that, Megan. It’s not like I planned on getting caught. I’ve always been so careful. You know that.”

      “But you planned for the eventuality?” She pulled her hands away.

      “It’s not like that.”

      Something in her snapped, but instead of getting angry and screaming, she closed down, went impossibly numb. “Yes or no? Answer my question.”

      For a long time silence reigned but eventually Ben nodded.

      “Say it.” Megan’s voice cracked as the betrayal bit into her. “Say the words.”

      “Yes.”

      “Look at me. Say the whole thing. I need to hear it all.”

      Ben covered his face with his hand. He looked so boyish and handsome. “Yes, I always knew I would blame you if anyone ever found out about Chad. I don’t want to hurt you, Megan. I had no intention of anyone finding out. I will be more careful in the future. I promise.”

      The words should have stung, but she was ready for them. She had already closed herself down. No one was getting in, nothing could touch her. The only sadness she had was from the knowledge that Ben was just another man. Her anger turned on herself for thinking Ben was any different. It was her fault for trusting him. He could not use her past against her had she not been stupid enough to confide in him. Shame on her for thinking he was different, that what they had was special. “You did not mean to hurt me but I was the contingency plan. If anything happened, you would throw me under the bus. Megan did it. She slept with plenty of men. What’s one more to add to the tally?” A cold realisation dawned on her. “And Booker knows about it. That’s why you called him. Did you have a plan? Does he know everything?”

      Ben ran a hand through his short dark hair. He crossed the room to her and tried again to reach for her hands, but she pulled them away.

      “Answer me!” she screamed. She did not care who heard her. She would give every bloody journalist on her lawn the story of the year.

      “Yes, Booker knows about my friendship with Chad. And he knows about you. It was his idea to use you as a cover.”

      Megan let out a stream of air. “Fantastic. This story just keeps getting better and better.” Megan backed up and collapsed on the leather wingback chair in the corner of the room. She closed her eyes and dropped her head into her hands. She felt so alone. She had not felt so betrayed since she had left Mississippi. That time it had been another man who had let her down. When would she learn her lesson? No one was to be trusted. If she could not rely on Ben, there was no one.

      She wished she could be normal and just cry. This would be a bloody great time to do it. A normal person would cry. Every week she saw men and СКАЧАТЬ