Toxic Secrets
Toxic Secrets
a novel by
Jill Patten
Copyright © 2013 by Jill Patten
Cover Art: © Meredith Blair,
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For my sister, Lara, who planted the seed in my head, making me believe I could actually do this.
For my friend, Tiffanny, who nagged me relentlessly for the next chapter as she needed another fix.
For my smut sisters – Terri Thomas, Amy Jennings, Adriane Leigh, Summer Marston, Beth Ashworth, Joan Pleasant, Teri Maxwell, K.M. Golland and Sibylla Matilde. Without you ladies, this book would be a wreck. I owe it all to you for helping me perfect my story. Lifelong friendships never die. Love you!
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 ~ Decisions and Confrontations
Chapter 4 ~ Dressed to Impress
Chapter 6 ~ A Toast to New Beginnings
Chapter 7 ~ A Kiss of Rejection
Chapter 8 ~ Sweet Cheeks with a Touch of Honesty
Chapter 9 ~ The Caretaker and the Dictator
Chapter 11 ~ Showtime at Seven O’clock
Chapter 17 ~ Mr. Jaxon S. Vaughn
Chapter 18 ~ Last Basketball Game
Chapter 24 ~ Falling In, Falling Out
Chapter 27 ~ Pieces from the Past
Chapter 30 ~ You Dropped the Bomb on Me, Baby
Chapter 31 ~ Vengeance is Mine
Toxic Secrets Playlist of Inspiration
Courtney’s California Playlist
Prologue
After eating the traditional Thanksgiving dinner, my stomach was bordering along the lines of regurgitation. To make matters worse, driving around on the back roads of North Carolina was frustrating the hell out of me. All the twisted roads—or, as they were called around here, “kiss your ass curves” —were making it difficult to know which direction I was heading. Traveling in this part of the state was nothing like the easy navigation you find in Southern California. I figured they didn’t believe in road signs in this part of the state. It was because of this that I had to rely on my GPS to get me back into town.
My lungs fully expanded with a refreshing dose of crisp clean air, which was a far cry from the So Cal smog I was used to. With my hand laying relaxed out the window, I rubbed my fingers and thumb together, missing the feel of a cigarette between them.
According to the locals, the weather was unseasonably warm for this time of year. It sort of reminded me of the weather I had left back home in Cali. As bright as the sun shone today, I regretted not wearing my Ray Bans. Instead, I opted for the intelligent style, and wore my prescription glasses—it sort of diverted people’s opinion of me. Not that it stopped Reed from playing matchmaker today.
Hell, he knew me well enough anyway for it to not matter.
If my cousin Reed wasn’t so damn persistent on setting me up with his girlfriend’s best friend, I might have waited to follow him back into town. I wasn’t out here for that shit. This trip was strictly business, not pleasure.
What the hell was he thinking anyway?
I had no business throwing myself in the mix of high school girls…
immature girls… jailbait… trouble…
Besides, they would only put on a fake façade around me then brag to their friends about having an older boyfriend.
I didn’t have time for that shit.
High school—those days seemed so long ago… some of the best days of my life, and some of the worst. What I wouldn’t have given to turn back time and correct my mistakes instead of living a life full of regrets.
When the hotel sign came into sight, I blew out a breath of relief that I made it back to the hotel without getting lost. I’d seen
Deliverance,
and, if I were to hear the sound of banjoes playing, I would have been hopping my ass back on a plane to California. My phone buzzed as I pulled into the parking lot, Reed’s name appearing across the screen. Parking the rental, I grabbed my phone to see what he wanted. My heart paused for a second as the picture of a familiar face took me by surprise.
What the fuck!
Was this some sort of sick joke?
My Princess.
My fingers clasped around the phone tightly.
Dark, natural curly hair that flowed past the shoulders, big green eyes, deep as a rain forest… plump, pink lips that felt all too familiar to me… I closed my eyes; her face was still fresh in my mind. I hadn’t forgotten one single detail of her.
My Princess.
Was he playing fucking mind games with me? He couldn’t be because he didn’t know.
I texted back.
Me: Why are you sending me this?
R: It’s Courtney, Kendra’s friend. Please say yes, Jaxon?
I couldn’t peel my eyes away from it. She was just as beautiful as I had remembered.
Before I could respond, Reed buzzed with another text.
R: She works at the local cinema, and she’s working tonight. Go see a movie and check her out yourself.
Me: Maybe.
R: Dude! Just do it or Kendra will kick my ass! I promised her already that you would.
I contemplated the idea, already knowing I had to see the girl face to face. After all, it was Thanksgiving and everything was closed except the local theater and, of course, the Chinese restaurant.
I grabbed my phone and sent Reed another text.
Me: Ok, but no promises.
Could I face this look-alike? Can I be around her without confusing myself?
Reed texted me back with the name of the theater and address so I could program it into my GPS. Making a big circle in the parking lot, I headed back onto the main road.
The parking lot was crowded, so I assumed that three-fourths of the town’s population had crammed themselves into this small building. I walked inside and stood in the long line to purchase my ticket while vigilantly scanning the employee’s faces and name tags.
Courtney, was that her name?
There was no sign of her anywhere. The movie I had chosen was starting in a few minutes, so I got into another line to show my ticket. As I got closer to the girl taking tickets, I realized it was her.
Holy shit!
My heart leaped up into my throat, and I could feel my pulse pounding in my neck. The moisture in my palms was making my ticket damp. Not wanting to creep her out, I swiped my palms across my jeans before approaching her.
Waiting my turn, I looked down at her petite frame, sizing up her chest that was the perfect size for my hands and hips with just the right amount of curves.
Blinking her eyes like the wings of a hummingbird, she nervously took my ticket. “Your movie is showing in theater six. Enjoy.” Her voice was soft. But her smile was off, it wasn’t the same. Her accent was off, too, but her shyness was the same as I remembered. I could only assume she wanted to stare, but, instead, she tried to hide it. I’d seen that gesture too many times. The resemblance was bizarre. People say everyone had a twin, but she looked more like a clone.
My interest in watching the movie vanished. Instead, I wanted to pick her up and hold her in my arms. I wanted to wrap my hands around her tiny waist then slide them down under her plump ass. If only I could kiss her and taste the sweetness I missed. I wanted to lose myself in her, but I couldn’t. It wasn’t her. I didn’t want to freak the girl out. With my eyes closed tight, I inhaled a deep breath.
Don’t lose it, Jaxon.
Before I opened the door to my theater, I glanced back at her to get one last look. Everything I had worked so hard to forget started to leak back to the surface. The taste of her… the scent of her… the feel of her… those memories never disappeared. She was oblivious of me, she had no idea I was about to change her world.
Once I found a seat, I sent Reed a simple text.
Me: I’ll go.
Then I turned my phone off.
Had fate removed the ones I loved the most from my life just to lead me to this girl?
Chapter 1 ~ Decisions and Confrontations
Before I could even shut the door to her convertible VW bug, Kendra bombarded me with the same question she’d been asking all weekend.
“So, have you given it any more thought?”
Here we go again,
I thought to myself.
Rolling my eyes and reaching over to turn the volume up on the radio, I blew through my pursed lips and turned my back to her. My thoughts were running rampant as I stared out the window and considered my options. I ignored Kendra and her repetitive question for the duration of the ride to school.
The mush-ball that I am, guilt started to settle in halfway to school. It always did when I gave Kendra the cold shoulder after having a tiff. She was, after all, my best friend, my one and only true friend that had stuck by me since the first grade.
We were both new to the school this year after transferring due to a re-zoning, and, as no surprise, she had no problems making new friends. I on the other hand wasn’t as fortunate. In the beginning, I had optimistically looked forward to attending the same school as Phillip, and to also have Kendra with me, but it rapidly became disastrous. Phillip had ruined my reputation before the school year even started. He had made up lies about me and told people I cheated on him, and that I stalked him when he broke things off with me. He was such a scheming asshole. After I ended our nearly four year relationship, the rumors got worse.
“Okay, since you are obviously giving me the silent treatment, I think we should settle things by making a deal. I promise I won’t ask you again as long as you promise to give me your final answer by Wednesday,” Kendra said as she turned the car off. It was Monday, so that gave me three full days.
