Community Service. Two words I should be thankful for, but I’m not. I resent the hours it’s away from building my business. 

When they push the little girl into the room, her crazy curls barely held back by the barrette in her hair, and studious glasses on her face, I can tell she’s scared. Something inside of me breaks, and I want this girl to feel wanted again. 

What I’m unprepared for is meeting her mom. The second our hands touch, there are fireworks, bright lights, and a picture of the future I could one day have. The future I’ve never allowed myself to wish for. 

Community service becomes more than a chore. In the months that follow, I realize they’re just like me: they’ve been abandoned, left behind by the world, forgotten by those who should love them. 

Thanks to the one last hope in both our lives - we found the light in the darkness we’d been searching for.

Trick is created by Laramie Briscoe, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

Trick

I can’t believe what I just said to him. Nobody has ever smacked my ass the way he did. It caused a reaction in me, one I hadn’t been prepared for. Sure I’ve heard people at work, girlfriends I had, talk about their boyfriends doing it to them. I always smiled and nodded, but I never really got it. Not until his palm made contact with my jean-covered flesh. I’d let him take me over his knee any day of the fucking week if it gave me a jolt like that innocent touch had.


Shaking my head, I try to get myself out of the lust-induced fog this man puts me in every time I’m in his presence. Never before, not even with my ex, have I been so attuned to a man, so conscious of how he makes me feel. If it were anyone but Trick, I think it would be completely disconcerting. With him, I’m willing to give a piece of myself up, let him help me figure out who’s hiding under everything she’s tried to cover up for so long.


Chapter Thirty-Eight: Face My Fear