Have you read my novel “His or Her Betrayal?” If not, here is a chapter sample for you to sink your teeth into. It is actually one of my favorite chapters of the book. This book is full of secrets and lies. Who will be left standing once all the cobwebs are cleared?
Concealing the Truth
Three wonderful years have passed, and life is good. I no longer work for the escort service. I am now a receptionist at a law firm, so I am not hurting for money. My surgery was a success, and things are going well for me. I made sure to follow all my surgeons’ instructions for my post-surgery care, and I went to all the required check-ups. Everything is the way it should be. I am now officially Michelle Anderson. No more hiding. No more feeling as if I’m some extraterrestrial creature. I am now all woman. I attend a support group once a week for trans-sexual members who have already gone through the transformation or are in the process of going through it. Being around others who are just like me makes my transition so much easier. I also go to therapy once a week with Dr. Martin. The sessions are helping a lot to help me feel good about myself. I had an appointment today, so I jumped into my car and made my way to the doctor’s office. When I arrived, I signed in and waited for my name to be called.
“Michelle Anderson,” the receptionist called out, searching around the waiting area.
I stood up and followed her to the back where Dr. Martin’s office was located. She was sitting behind her desk looking through some paperwork. When she noticed that I had entered her office, she stacked the papers neatly and stood up to greet me.
“How are you today Michelle?” she asked, extending her hand for a shake.
“I am good Dr. Martin,” I replied, shaking her hand and making my way over to the comfortable couch.
“So, how are things going with you? Are you happy? No regrets?”
“Nope. No regrets at all. I feel great. I feel free. I am living my life, and everything is going good. I have a great support system behind me.”
“That’s great! How are your parents?”
“My mother is good. We had lunch yesterday, and she is coming over to the house tomorrow to bring me some clothing that she has outgrown. My father, of course, is the same. He refuses to speak to me or even mention that I exist. He said he no longer has a child. My mother told me that he wrote me out of his will and all of his other personal finances.”
“How does that make you feel?”
“It hurts, but it is what it is. I can’t change who I am, and I won’t beg him to accept me if he won’t. If he doesn’t want to acknowledge that he has a child, then it is his loss. I’m done with it. I want to live my life in peace and be happy.”
“Well, it might take your father a little longer to come around if he ever does. Don’t count him out yet.”
“My father was counted out the day I was born,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Ok. Just keep that in mind. How are your friends? Their names are Sara and Megan, right?”
Chuckling at the mix up, I corrected her, “You meant Sharon and Megan. They are great. We are still hanging in strong. They are my friends for life.”
“Oops. My mistake. Yes, Sharon, it is.” Dr. Martin replied, glancing down at her notepad where she had been jotting down notes.
She continued to ask me questions, and I answered them honestly. Then it came to the part of the session that I always dreaded. She asked me about my love life. I was currently dating a guy named Jason I met about a year ago. Things were great between us. I even think that I am in love with him. After having my surgery, I sustained from sex because I was afraid of it not feeling good and I thought that something would happen and the guy would find out that I was born a male. I stayed single to prevent my secret from being revealed. I was paranoid for a long time until I met Jason. He is the first man that I ever had sex with as a woman, and he did things to me that I couldn’t explain. He knows everything there is to know about me, except for this one little thing. I am afraid to tell him because I don’t want to lose him.
I met twenty-eight-year-old Jason Carter at a local Sweat Fitness gym. We both were trying to get the same treadmill since there was only one left unoccupied. He decided to let me take the treadmill, and he went on to something else. When I finished, I went looking to find him to let him know that it was now free and I found him doing jumping jacks. His beautifully built body was glistening with sweat, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips in admiration. He caught me staring at him, and he grinned arrogantly at me. He knew he looked good. He asked me to join him, and I did. We worked out together for the remainder of our time at the gym, and we exchanged numbers before we left. We went out to dinner the next week, and we have been inseparable ever since. We moved in with each other two-months ago, and I love having him there with me. We do everything together, and we also leave time for us to do our own thing without us being up under each other all the time. Our relationship is so perfect, and I know that telling him will ruin the magic that we have.
“So, Michelle, have you talked to Jason yet?” Dr. Martin asked.
“No, but I’m going too soon.”
“But Michelle you have been saying that for six-months now, and you still haven’t done it yet. You have to tell him.”
“I know. I know. I know. I am going to tell him. I just need more time.”
“How much more time do you need? You need to tell him yourself because you don’t want him finding out from anyone else,” she replied with a look of concern on her face as she peered over her glasses at me.
“I understand that, but it’s so hard.” I sighed as tears slowly trickled down my face. “I’m afraid he is going to leave me once he finds out. I love him so much, and I want to be with him.” I sobbed into my hands.
“I know this is hard for you, but it isn’t fair to him for you to be keeping this secret. You should let him make the decision whether he wants to be with you once he knows the truth. You don’t want to take that right away from him, do you?” she asked, walking over to the couch and wrapping her arms around me comfortingly.
“N-no, I don’t.” I sniffled.
“It is better if you tell him the truth. If he doesn’t want to be with you after he knows, then it will have to be that way, but you can’t make that kind of decision for someone. What will be your excuse if he wants to have children? Will you lie to him and tell him that you’re barren?”
Still sniffling and wiping at my flowing tears, I answered, “I don’t know. I thought I’d have the answer if we ever got to that point.”
“Michelle, I’m not trying to tell you what to do in your relationship, but I think it will be better if you were honest with him and told him the truth. Like I said, you don’t want him hearing about this from someone else. It will only make the situation worse. You should’ve told him from the beginning, but since you are already a year in it is better late than never.” Dr. Martin advised, rubbing my back soothingly.
We talked for another twenty-minutes or so and then she announced that our time was up. I went ahead and scheduled my next appointment and walked with my head hanging low down the hall to the exit. This was not a good session today. Whenever the subject of my relationship came up, I would always end up in tears. This was a hard situation to be in. Once I left Dr. Martin’s office, I stopped at the gym. I needed to release some of this stress I was carrying around. I worked out for about two-hours, and then I headed home. When I got into the apartment, there were candles lit everywhere and there was a trail of rose pedals leading down the hall to our bedroom. I followed the trail with a huge smile on my face. Jason was such a romantic guy. He loved doing things like this for me. When I opened the door to our bedroom, I found him lying back on the bed with his hands behind his head. He was naked as the day he was born. He was such a sexy specimen of a man. His dark chocolate skin gleamed from what I assumed must be baby oil. His body was so amazing because he worked out six days a week. I loved looking at him and all his scrumptiousness. He was the type of man I liked. Tall, dark, and handsome. He was 6 feet 2 inches and 210 pounds of muscle. He had flawless chocolate skin and beautiful bedroom eyes. He kept his head clean-shaven, and his smile was out of this world. He had dimples so deep that I could stick my finger in them. I loved this man so much that sometimes it hurt.
“So, are you going to just stand there and stare at me?” he asked with a sexy smirk on his face.
“Mmm. I was admiring the view.” I said, making my way to the bed.
I sat down on the bed where Jason lay, and he grabbed me and pulled me on top of him.
“Let go of me. I’m sweaty.” I giggled, squirming trying to get away from him.
“It’s ok baby. I’m going to make you even sweatier.” he said, kissing me.
His kisses always did something to me. I immediately melted into his embrace as I felt myself becoming aroused. Jason slid me to the side of him and started to undress me. He stared down at me as he peeled away every stitch of my clothing. Once I was naked, he spread my legs and started kissing between my thighs. I let out soft moans of pleasure as I felt his lips graze my lower lips as he teased me.
“Please, Jason,” I begged, pushing his head down so that he could please me the way I desired.
After a little more teasing, he finally obliged. He licked and sucked on my pearl sending waves of pleasure up my spine. Jason was such a master at oral sex; it didn’t take long for me to have my first orgasm. We continued making love until we were both drained. We tried all different types of positions and once we were done my body was deliciously sore. We got into the spooning position and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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