Free Sins of the Flesh (Exposed Series Book 1) by Hazel Kelly Page B

a baby, and told me it was going to be okay.

Chapter
14: Dawn
     
     
    I didn’t feel any solidarity with the people I saw on their way
to the cancer support group. I didn’t want to join them, fight with them, or
embrace them. If anything, I wanted to run the other way.
    I wanted to have as little in common with them as possible. I
wanted to prove how alive I was by doing something wild, something a sick
person would never have the energy or guts to do.
    If I were rich, there would’ve been lots of ways I could cheer
myself up. I could’ve flown somewhere to swim with sharks or jumped out of a
plane. But I needed to think of something less expensive and preferably,
something I could arrange myself on short notice.
    While I navigated the busy sidewalks trying to think of a way to
make myself feel better, I wondered what everyone else was hiding. I wondered
who the cheaters and addicts were and who had incurable diseases like mine. Or
even just embarrassing ones.
    I stared at a woman across the street and imagined that she had
six webbed toes and always thought it was the worst thing ever.
    I passed a pimply faced teenager who looked like he would
happily swap his lava face for any other problem. Meanwhile, a group of teenage
girls smoked outside a department store across the street. I tried to guess
which one of them was going to end up with black, broken lungs like me.
    And I noticed a woman in an obscenely tight white dress who was
so botoxed and dripping with hair extensions it was ridiculous. And even though
I didn’t approve, I knew we were desperate for the same thing. To turn back the
clock. Me on the inside and her on the outside.
    Moments later, I caught a glimpse of myself in a blue glass
building. I was in my skinny jeans and an oversized black sweater. I didn’t
look sick at all. In fact, for a split second I admired how healthy and fit I
looked, completely forgetting that my insides were fighting a losing war.
    Then suddenly, a familiar face walked out from the revolving glass
doors to my right. And at that moment, I knew exactly what I needed.
    “Dawn!” Craig lifted his briefcase in a little wave, his face
glowing with obvious youth.
    “Craig.” I cocked out a hip and pushed my sunglasses on my head,
feeling a decade younger in an instant. “What a pleasant surprise.”
    He pressed his cheek to mine. “You look amazing.”
    The lingering scent of his familiar cologne filled my mind with
filth. “Thanks. I feel amazing.”
    “God how long has it been?”
    I shrugged. “I don’t know. You hadn’t passed the Bar.”
    His blew air out from between his lips. “So too long then.”
    I couldn’t help but smile. It was easy to remember why he was
the only patient I ever slept with. He came in to discuss whether his sexual
appetite was something he should be worried about. And I did my damnedest to
relieve some of the pressure he was under. Or rather, that his cock was under.
    “I’m just off work,” he said, his green eyes casting their usual
spell. “Do you have time to grab a drink?”
    I laughed. “A drink?”
    He smiled.
    We didn’t go for drinks . And I could tell from his smile
that he wasn’t suggesting we change our ways. So I batted my eyelashes and
pretended to think about it.
    “Come on,” he said. “Surely you’re not too busy to catch up with
an old friend.”
    I could’ve sworn he winked at me.
    “Okay,” I said, my panties already wet. “Where to?”
    “How about my apartment?”
    “My Apartment?” I smirked. “Is that a new place? I haven’t heard
of it.”
    A wide smile spread across his face, making my legs jealous.
“Yeah,” he said. “I think you’ll like it.” He stuck his elbow out.
    I linked my arm in his and let him lead me across the street
into the parking garage.
    He reached in his pocket and pulled out his keys. The lights of
a BMW flashed up ahead.
    “Wow,” I said when I saw the black leather seats up close. “This
must have cost a pretty