Underground Secrets (The Underground #1) by S.A. Sproston Read Free Book Online Page B

regret it come three o’clock.” She says this as she falls back onto my bed nearly spilling her cup of coffee still in her hand.
    “Well, would you wanna go for a run with me then?” hoping she’ll actually want to run and not puss out like usual. She gives me a disgusted look and shakes her head in a, “hell no” kind of way. It doesn’t bother me much. I’m not really in the mood anyway.
    “Okay, that’s fine. I’m going to finish this cup and jump in the shower.”
    She takes the hint and heads towards the door. I finish my cup of tea, wincing as it burns going down my throat. It’s still a bit too hot, but I know it’ll be cold and settled once I get out of the shower.
    After my shower, I head into my closet to pick out my clothes for the day. It’s Monday, and I don’t have any meetings with potential buyers who like me to give them a private showing in their homes. I decide on a nice pair of straight legged, dark blue jeans, a white long sleeve shirt, light grey sweater and royal blue flats with a bow on top of them. I let my hair dry in its natural curls and throw it up into a high bun. Only adding a little bit of mascara and blush so people won’t ask me if I am sick. It’s a casual/dressy kind of outfit. Ready for the day, I head out of my room to grab a bite and watch the news before it’s off to work I go.
    I grab my purse and keys and I wait for Gemma to walk with me. I open the door and trip landing on my ass walking out. “What the…” I say looking for the offender that almost had me plummet to my death by stairs. It’s a supersize jug of the kind of laundry soap I use, with a red bow on top and a small card attached. No way. I go to grab the card, but Gemma beats me to it.
    “Hmm, what is this?” she opens the card and reads it to herself. I watch as her face goes from amused to shock in a matter of seconds. She eyes me, then the card and repeat. She closes the card, tosses it to me, still sitting on the ground.
    “You wanna explain something to me?” she’s tapping her foot and smirking like the Cheshire cat. I grab the card now sitting on my foot and read it to myself.
    Beautiful, feisty, woman on the sidewalk,
    I feel like it is my fault for yesterday’s mishap and that I owed you this.
    W.H
    I drop the card onto the ground as if reading the words burned my hand. I had a feeling I knew exactly who it was from by just seeing the soap; the card confirmed it. I have several questions running through my head. Like how did he know where I lived? Why would he buy me laundry soap? Why be cryptic and use initials instead of his full name? He clearly knows who I am and I have no clue, besides some damn initials, who he is. Why would he find out where I live and bring this to me? When yesterday was only an accident and some awkward staring? Mostly on my part.
    A knot forms in my stomach. This all seems very creepy and stalker like to me and I don’t like it one bit. I have no idea how to handle this. I hope with all that’s in me that he simply felt bad about us bumping into each other and my dropping my jug of soap and having it break and spill all over the sidewalk. He just followed me home and then went and got a new one, left it outside my door and will forever leave me be, with a simple, yet weird, kind gesture.
    Yeah, that’s got to be it. Deep down I am only telling myself this. I know this isn’t the end. I can feel it. But I am not going to face that fear. I’ll just push it out of the way instead of confronting it like I do with everything else.
    I slowly look up at Gemma, fully aware she’s staring me down waiting for me to answer.
    “Well?” she asks, still tapping her foot. “I know that isn’t for me. Trust me, I would totally remember doing something kinky enough that I was owed some soap.” She arches her brows up and down suggestively at me.
    I sigh and pick myself up, knowing I’m going to have to explain and she’s going to make a huge deal out of it. Then