Free Living a Lie (Book 0.5 in The Lie Series) by JW Phillips

Prologue
    Cherry Black

    “ You didn’t find your
husband with his dick shoved up your best friend’s ass.”

    Holy hell. I slapped my hand across my mouth and turned a
bright flaming red. Did I really yell that
out to my boss no less? Yes, I did. I was
sick of people telling me to cheer up. That I was better off
without him. It was his loss. No, it was mine. I had been married
to that bastard since I was twenty years old, and spent the last
twenty-one years in total bliss with who I thought was my
soul-mate. How was I to know he had spent every one of those years
shoving his dick into every hole that was open and
willing?

    “ I’m sorry, Amy. It’s just
I feel . . . lost . . . I’m still raw.” I tapped my fingers across
the steering wheel and blew a wayward strand of hair off my
face.

    “ Listen, he has been doing
everything with a pussy for years and treated you like shit,” she
chimed into the telephone. “Hell, he was crazy. You are the
sweetest and most giving person I know.”

    But never the prettiest.
That was my ex’s problem with me all along. I was never good enough
for him. “Back on the subject at hand. I’m
already trying to find a way out of doing this article on Sir. I
mean who in the hell only gives Sir as his name?”

    “ An extremely hot and
fuckable ass. Now, you are doing this assignment. Maybe he will
even give you a demonstration.” Amy said before the phone line went
dead. Yeah, like a fuckable ass wants to
fuck a big lard.

    I threw the cellphone onto the
passenger seat and screamed. I had not done an interview for The
Biz, a local magazine for places to go and people to meet, since I
left my husband two months earlier. Luckily, Amy, the editor, had
understood. But why she thought an interview with the most talked
about Dom in the whole city of Knoxville was the perfect
get-back-the-groove was beyond me.

    And just my luck, it was
pouring rain. Great, my limp brown hair
will be even frizzier. I pushed the pedal
to the floorboard. I had thirty minutes to get to the other side of
town and the warehouse district. I couldn’t help but laugh at
myself. James, my soon-to-be-ex, would have had a come apart at the
thought I was running around alone in that part of town. On top of
that, I was meeting with the town’s most elusive Dom. I didn’t even
know his name. All Amy gave me was a time, an address, and that
this man had the ability to control even the strongest
lady.

    I pulled into the parking garage
outside an old warehouse and my heart pounded. I stumbled out of my
car unsure of what laid ahead for me that day. The side of the
building was covered with graffiti, but the front was all curved
glass and steel. I glanced down at my watch. I had made it with ten
minutes to spare. Amy warned me not to be late. It took her nine
months to arrange that particular interview and she warned me to
not mess it up.

    I walked in and was immediately
greeted by a stunning brunette. She had on a form fitting
charcoal-grey suit. I was surprised and a little satisfied that a
sex club would have a brown hair beauty as the greeter. After all,
James always said no man in his right mind would want to sleep with
anybody other than a blonde.

    “ You must be, Amy
Richardson.” She reached out and firmly shook my hand.

    “ Actually, it‘s Cherry
Black. I’m here to see . . .” I went blank. I had no idea what his
name was other than Sir.

    She chuckled. “The Master
will see you.” She stood up and I realized why any guy would forget
the brown shade of hair. Damn, she was hot and oozed of confidence.
“I’m Amanda by the way. I’m one of the main submissives around
here.”
    My mind started to be bombarded with
so many questions. The utmost one being why a woman like her, so
beautiful and self-assured would allow any man to abuse her. She
handed me a badge that clearly stated visitor in bold print. Surely
it was beyond obvious that I didn’t belong in a place like that.
James was correct. I