DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

Back On Track

The room went dark, the loneliness and betrayal wrapping their hands around my throat making it hard to breathe. I loved and now I've lost it. I gave him all of me but he left me. My heart broke that night and I became an empty shell of who I was...

Well, maybe not all that empty...

Three months later, I'd found out about the baby growing inside me. His baby. At first, I was shocked.

For those three months, I'd been drinking, smoking and taking drugs... I'd basically whored out myself to numerous guys just to recreate that sensation I felt with him but it didn't work. As disgusting as it sounds that's what my life turned to because of one guy and now, hearing about the life inside of me I know I need to change, to be the best for him or her...

To be a better me...

With that, I close the book and stare at the redhead before me. She taps her temple with an appreciative smile while resting her cheek on her remaining fingers.

It's been an hour since I've been in Studio 6, taking part in an interview I didn't even want to be a part of. Worse of all my fiancé's ex is hosting. Yeah me.

Andrea is so dead the next time I see her. What possessed her to get me a spot on this show of all shows with the devil's reincarnation?

Kaci Dais sits beside me in a sleek, black suit, silver, diamond-studded jewellery and her hair pulled back into a tight bun. The embodiment of a stuck up bitch.

"Wow, that was beautiful," she says after a few moments leaning forward. Her face says sweet but her eyes say bitch. Must have taken quite a shit load of vodka for her to look this cheery.

I know it took me five glasses...

"Thank you," I say gratefully as sweat cakes my forehead from the heat of the studio lights. Come on, let's wrap this up... I have places to be... damn I'm gonna be so late.

"Ms. Blake that was a wonderfully written prologue," she says flashing an award-winning smile. "I know I speak for everyone here when I say your book has piqued our interests and we'll be picking up a copy on our way home."

The crowd applauses and cheers, showing their agreement to what Ms. Dais said. I smile shyly thanking them all and even went as far as blowing kisses to the crowd.

When was this interview is over with remind me to cancel my tanning appointment, I mentally scoff, wiping sweat from my forehead.

"What was your motivation when writing this book, Ms. Blake?" Dais asks popping her left leg upon her right... showing those toned legs of hers.

Smiling, I tilt to the side mirroring her stance, showing her that whatever she can do... I do it better.

And did I look good doing it.

"Well, this book was influenced by a woman of broken spirit who somehow found the courage to get her life back on track. She's been through a lot in her lifetime and when she approached me wanting her story to be heard I couldn't say no," I reply automatically. I've said this so much it's become embedded in my head.

This wasn't just a story, it is my story... my life and in my third year at Harvard, my roommate and best friend urged me to write about it. At first, I was against it but as I began to write it's like a burden started to lift from my shoulders and after reading all four hundred and ninety-five Word Document pages, Shea pushed me to get it published.

And the rest is history.

"Well, then you did a wonderful job at that..." she smiles and I wonder how she keeps that fake-ass smile on her face for so long. "So, as we wrap up Ms. Blake, will tell us about her New York's Bestseller nominated book one more time and the band will take us out."

She gestures to me and I face the camera with my book in hand, the cover facing outwards. "Tempted to Touch, New York's Bestseller nominated book, follows the life of Allison Anderson, a sex-addicted woman and can be purchased at a bookshop near you or find it on Amazon and other reknown book sites. Have a blessed night America."

Dias does her usual farewell and I stay there smiling like an idiot before the camera switches to the band. They sing for three minutes before the camera goes off and I sigh in relief standing from the couch.

I straighten my red, pencil skirt before doing the same to my matching jacket and black silk blouse.