I'm Caden Jacob Carrington (V) the Fifth. The truth is most men's salvation, but not for men like me. Politics is my chosen affliction. I lie for a living, or massage the truth to suit me. The one constant about truth is that it's identical to the theory of relativity: neither uniform nor absolute in the minds of men.
So why is it so important for me to uncover the truth about Desniah Williams, a.k.a. London Brown, when neither will willingly provide facts...
When I touch her I lose myself, clinging to romantic notions... she offers her body and even that claim is debatable.
Short Story: 6000 words
"Caden." A heavy breath escaped her.
Not a good sign. Fresh blood lined the split in her lip. A pit of embers turned inside me. Could I come to terms with what I'd learn if I asked what had transpired when I was powerless to stop her?
She blocked the doorway. "What are you doing here?" Wedged in the gap, she examined the hallway.
A very bad sign. "Your father said you were under the weather and asked me to drop by, as I had an errand downtown." I lifted the brown paper bag.
Evidently, she mustn't have wanted her father to see her condition, hence she'd cancelled their regular Tuesday lunch and told him she was unwell.
How many lies did she have to tell to conceal her illicit activities?
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Published February 14, 2014
by New Dawning Bookfair.
Romance, Erotica, Literature & Fiction.