Buried Secrets (SIN CITY HEAT SERIES) by SK Read Free Book Online Page B

 
       In the bedroom where the men were changing, Marcus stood to the side looking out the window. Aleesha looked as shocked as he’d felt when he walked into the hotel suite and saw her standing there.
         Wasn’t it just his luck that she was the damned bride to be!
         "Yo, Marcus, you'd better get changed, man." His buddy Darrell had been the one who witnessed the scene between Marcus and Aleesha. He and Marcus had known each other since they were ten years old and couldn’t have been closer if they shared the same DNA.
         "D, did you notice the girl in there from last night?"
         Darrell frowned, trying to remember who Marcus was talking about. Women came and went in his life as often as he changed his underwear, and sometimes that was two, three times a day. With his pretty boy looks, there was never a short supply of them waiting in line to take the place of the last one. "Uh, nah, can’t say that I did..."
         "You remember, man. The one I was dancing with last night, then she ran out on me..."
         "Ohhhh yeah, that honey! What, she in there? Man, get the fuck outta here. Yeah, lil’ mama had you messed up for a minute, didn't she?” Darrell said, laughing at his friend.
         "Man, nah, it’s not like that. Just...never mind. Forget it." Marcus wasn’t ready to go into details of how he knew Aleesha.
         Darrell eyed Marcus closely. "You really feelin’ her, huh? Looks like fate stepped in and just gave you another opportunity. I mean, you weren't even supposed to be dancing here tonight. And by the way, I appreciate you filling in for Leo. He’s feeling better, but still a little weak from the flu."
         "No problem. I guess I remember how to shake my ‘thang’ and make the women cream..." Marcus laughed as he began to put on his outfit.
         "I’ont know man, what with you having that fancy title of ‘Dr. Bennett’ now. At least you haven't let yourself get all soft and shit."
         "Nah, never that my brotha. Gotta keep the body up, regardless of what I do. And you know the only reason I agreed to fill in is because you said these ladies were from out of town. I can't risk running into one of my patients while parading around in a G-string,” Marcus laughed. “They might expect a little bit more than an exam the next time I see them." 
         As the first of the strippers got ready to walk out, Marcus said in a tone loud enough to be heard by everyone. He’d heard them calling dibs on the women and wanted to make one thing perfectly clear. "The bride to be, shorty with the black shorts and white shirt...she's mine."
     
                                 ****   
         Back in the room, the women were readying for the show with a heightened sense of anticipation. The DJ suddenly switched the music to something tempting and sexy. Jerra stood up.
         "Alright, ladies. Up first is a brotha who goes by the name of Chocolate Fantasy...just looking at him is self-explanatory. He puts in work to make sure that all of your fantasies and desires are taken care of - and then some. Give it up for Chocolate Fantasyyyyyy......"
         The ladies cheered and clapped while holding their money in tightly clenched fists. As Chocolate Fantasy stepped into the room, they went crazy. He hadn’t even taken off a stitch of clothing and was already living up to his name.
         His pretty dark chocolate skin was as smooth as a baby's bottom. He wore a pair of white pants, a white silk t-shirt, and a white wide brimmed hat. His hips started gyrating to the music, hitting each beat precisely and sensuously. The way he worked his pelvis told the women the brotha knew what he was doing when it came to pleasing them. He was one of those men who didn’t just make love - he fucked.
         Taking his hat off and throwing it to the crowd of screaming women, he revealed a snow white ‘doo-rag’ that only exemplified