My dark secret

Chapter 18

Tom

Pete let himself out when his shift ended, leaving me alone with Catherine again. I know I should have been doing my job but in that moment, I would have shot anybody who disturbed us, crazy fan or a brother alike. Each time we finished, I told myself it was the last time but then I saw her, smelled her, touched her and my cock took over again. By midday we had to stop but only because if not she wouldn't be the only one not able to walk.

"At least now you have some material to write about," I say giving her a kiss on the forehead.

"Mm, yes. Now all I need is for you to leave me alone long enough to write about it."

Her head is on my chest and I've got her hand clamped down. She kept tracing my tattoos and it was turning me on.

"I didn't hear you complaining," I tease.

"And you never will."

I breath in deeply and I'm overcome by her scent. She smells like fresh sweat and fruit. Would it be creepy if I found out what shampoo she uses so I can smell her at home as well? Probably.

"Why are you writing porn stories when you're known for crime novels?"

"Futuristic fantasy crime," she corrects me. "It's a guilty pleasure but I write under a pseudonym and with another publisher," she answers.

"Why don't you want to publish under your own name?"

She wriggles closer to me. "Because I want to be taken seriously. Besides, my erotica," she looks up at me, "not porn, isn't very good. I don't sell very many copies."
"Surely if you publish under your own name, your fans would buy them."

"Yeah, sure. Then the fans that send me death threats for killing off their favourite character can also send me rape threats inspired by my erotica. Sounds like a great idea," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Guess she has a point. There are some real sickos out there.

But she doesn't have to worry about them whilst I'm around. I might be a bit perverted, but she's enjoying it almost more than me.

Catherine

When it's Kyle's shift, we're dressed and looking back to normal. But when Tom opens the door he gives us a look as if he knows what we were doing all afternoon yesterday. And last night. And most of this morning.

"I'mma take a slash," he says, heading for the bathroom.

"I'll see if I can swap shifts with Pete," Tom says, pulling me into a hug.

"I don't know if my body is going to take much more," I reply, laughing weakly.

"Don't worry," he says, giving me kiss on the forehead. "We can watch a movie." He kisses me softly. "Or I can watch you do yoga." He kisses the crook in my neck and I slap his chest playfully.

He pulls bag, smiling.

"The film idea sounds good," I say. "I can do epic nachos as well," I add, my eyes lighting up. Nachos are the best.

We hear the bathroom door unlock and he gives me a quick peck before separating himself. "So, I'll see you later, Catherine," he says, back in 'professional' mode.

"You two must think I'm daft," Kyle says. "I know what you've been up to. Pete told me."

Tom smiles cheekily. "I'm off!" he says, turning to leave.

"You need to be careful, Cat," Kyle tells me as soon as the door is closed, looking at me concerned.

I sigh in frustration and sit down heavily on the sofa. "I know, but..." I trail off. I can't exactly tell him that Tom's the best sex I've had.

He holds up his hand as if to stop me. "Yeah, there's no need to tell me. I've been there. But this is different. This cannot and will not end with you two walking into the sunset."

I want to argue but deep inside I know he's right. I bite my lip. Seriously, of all the men in the world, and I had to get involved with Tom, the son of the president of an MC. Even if he wanted to leave, he can't and I can't get involved in that world.

Kyle is telling me to talk to Damian, to have Tom changed for someone else but I'm barely listening. This is such a cluster fuck.

My watch starts vibrating notifying me of a call. I find my phone and it's Paul. What does he want now?

"Hey," I say, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.

"We've got... well, I don't know what we've got because I don't understand it but the courier assured me you would."

What is he on about? "Okay," I say, at a loss as to what he wants me to say.

"You should come over."

"Okay."

"Now."

I hang up feeling uneasy. He sounded quite nervous. He's been the one to receive all my death threats before sending them on to the police. Maybe there's one with a hidden message referring to one of my books.

Kyle follows me over to Paul's office on his bike, just as uneasy as me about the whole situation.

When we get to Paul's office he looks worried and confused.

"I don't mean to startle you, but the courier was very insistent that you got the card and that you would understand it."

He hands me a postcard of the town where my mum is living.

I can't help the relieved laugh that escapes me. I was expecting so much worse. "There's no need to panic, kids. It's just a card from my mum."

I flip it over and scrunch my nose in confusion. Suddenly, realization hits me and my blood runs cold.

This isn't Welsh. It's Irish.

We know your mum isn't dead.

"What is it?" Kyle asks, concerned by my reaction.

I hand him the postcard. "Uncle, we have a problem."

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Surprise! Were you expecting me to say something at the beginng? Did you think I had forgotten? No, I had not! But I didn't want to say anything because knowing me I would have done a spoiler. Don't worry though, all will be revealed later!

Until the next time!