| "Yolanda Buick has crafted a tangled web of lies and deceit that will have you rapidly turning pages..." -Candice Dow- Author of Tappin' On Thirty ******************************************************************************** Indiscretions by Yolanda Hooks Buick is one of the spiciest and twisted new dramas of the year with magnetic attraction from page one as a sexy plot entrapped with magnanimous, unmerciful and deceitful lies make for a box office hit on the way. Women will never trust their husbands or boyfriends after reading Indiscretions. It’s an original tale masterfully designed by a new and fresh urban voice with a writing style reminiscent of the flair of the movie, Trois. The plot centers around Casey Jackson, a copy editor, who falls head over heels for Craig, an insurance broker whom she marries, but later on, he breaks her heart with a series of lies that get worse and worse; and a raised fist. Craig may very well be one of the most masterful liars to hit the literary market. He is well researched, intelligent and dangerously conniving. By now, the plot is on full throttle as Casey meets Enrique, her co-worker, and the man of her dreams. Enrique is Puerto Rican, overwhelmingly handsome and blessed with piercing green eyes as the “romantic cape crusader” ready to divert Casey’s rebound emotions his way. These men always seem to be available at the point of break-ups, but leave today’s woman hoping she was more careful for what she wished for. Between Craig trying to pry himself back into Casey’s life despite a horrible secret about him, and Enrique having an undercover past, Yolanda Buick has written a book called Indiscretions that will leave an everlasting impression on reader’s minds forever. Shocking, bold, and entertaining are an understatement. A new drama queen is born. Heather Covington-Author/Publisher/Ceo of Disilgold www.disilgold.com Customer Service: 1.718.547.0499 |
Chapter 2-Craig I watched my wife as sexy as Nerfertti mingle with the guests. I loved women of all shapes, sizes, and color, but my wife had it going on. She was beautiful in the white satin glove-fitting gown that accentuated every curve. A thigh length slit, exposed her long caramel toned leg. She has flawless skin and almond- shaped hazel eyes. Above her lip a tiny beauty mark sat. Casey has the high cheekbones of the Cherokee and when she smiles, one deep dimple appears on her left cheek. Highlighted with shades of auburn, I enjoyed the sensation of stroking her silky shoulder length brown hair. I never liked those hard, freeze- dried styles that stood six-feet high; they looked good, but were just too damn hard to touch. When Casey’s longer than normal tongue touched my skin, I trembled and stuttered. She knew how to work every part of her body, including that hidden muscle God gave women. She was a freak in the bedroom, but a lady in public. I had sowed my oats, time to be the faithful man I was cursed not to be. Tony my best man and friend knew I had a weakness for women. He claimed I would never commit. Before Casey, I dated at least three women at one time. Some would offer the ménage à trois deal, what man could resist? “Congratulations dawg.” Tony said as we hugged with a handshake. “Thanks man. I did it huh?” “You did.” He patted me on the back. “Don’t mess this up Craig. Casey is a cool girl.” “Nothing will tear us apart. I really have changed. She takes care of me in every way imaginable.” I knew the half moon smile didn’t convince him as much as it did me. Though Casey had captured my heart, there was a secret I had to fight to keep…at least for then. Our reception was in full swing. The food was excellent; music blasting and people were drunk, but not ghetto. Casey and I opted for an open bar and buffet style lunch. Though the guests served themselves, they had a choice of chilled shrimp, baked chicken, and salmon garnished with sliced lemons and red peppers. Assorted fruit and vegetables awaited the health conscious. Casey chose the three-tier cake with butter cream, each layer topped with strawberries and red icing decorated the sides. I didn’t smash the cake in her face; she’s too beautiful, however, she did me. I love my wife. “Craig where’s the honeymoon, man?” Tony’s raspy voice was a mere whisper. He was short and husky with fading blemishes from his adolescence. Within his youth, he sported a crown of naturally red hair and eyebrows to complete this ensemble, pale complexion, and bugged eyes that frightened women. Jocks swooshed him away like flies on a pile of dog shit, during our high school days. I thought dude looked okay. He just needed to attend Improve Your Looks Class 101. After junior year in high school, he dyed his hair and eyebrows cocoa brown and cleared up most of his acne. He was like the Ugly Duckling, who blossomed into the handsome Swan. “We’re going to Negril, Hedonism II.” I rubbed my chin mischievously. “I can’t wait till we get out of here Tony. I want my wife bad, if you know what I mean.” “The time will come Craig, when you can make her feel real good.” He let the words linger. I laughed, “That my boy will start in the limo.” “Did you tell her yet?” I begged him not to mention it again. When I was ready, I would. “It’s not the right time Tony.” I glanced through the crowd for Casey. “When will be the right time? She’s going to find out one day and its best to come from you.” He was right, it would be better from me, but I knew Casey wouldn’t understand. “Hey honey.” Casey’s sultry voice surprised me. She wrapped her arms around me from behind. “Babes, I’ve been looking for you. Are you about ready to blow this party?” I turned to her; nervous she had overheard the conversation. “Tony thanks for being Craig’s best man.” She hugged the munchkin and switched her attention to me. “Craig I’ve been ready to leave. I told you what I want when we get in the limo.” She winked. “Tony we’re up dawg. Let me holla at my mother-in-law and guests.” We gave a high-five. I cupped my arm tightly around Casey’s waist as we made our way through the crowded dance floor. The lights were bright and people danced to The Electric Slide. I saw my mother-in-law, Ma-Johnson, had kept up the pace, and waved at us. I wanted to think of her as a mother to me, though fire in Ma-Johnson eyes told me differently. I was going to prove her wrong. Win her respect and love. Voice soft and light as the wind Ma-Johnson asked, “Are you about to leave Casey?” I didn’t get angry when she totally ignored me; I knew she only reacted out of concern for her daughter. “Casey make sure you call when you get to Ne-Ne…” “Negril momma.” I interrupted, “Ma-Johnson, we’ll make sure to call you as soon as we step off the plane.” I kissed her on the slightly wrinkled cheek and watched Casey give her mom a hug. We gathered our wishing well bag and left the other gifts attended by Ma-Johnson and Pat; Casey’s home girl. Casey had changed into another beautiful white dress, this one short and strapless, setoff by a matching bolero. She decided to go nylon free and wore satin white shoes with satin straps that crisscrossed up her long legs. We snuck out into the white Lincoln limousine that waited in a circular drive of the Westin Hotel, downtown Chicago. I had waited long enough, time to get freaky with my wife. Casey and I abstained from sex two months prior to our marriage. I agreed like a dumb ass, but I would honor her wishes anytime. I knew we were ready for ecstasy. “Casey, close your eyes and relax your mind. Don’t worry about the driver; it’s just you and me.” I turned the overhead light off. As my adorable wife rested her head on my shoulder, I struggled with the secret that may destroy our marriage. If only I had listened to Tony and told Casey up front. The time had to be right. I didn’t know when that was anymore. “Craig.” Her soft voice echoed as she rubbed my chin, “That was beautiful.” I wanted everything to be beautiful for her; maybe to hide my own guilt. “You know I’ll do anything for you Babes. We’re almost at the airport, let’s get you presentable.” *** Casey took a small blue pouch and bottle of hand sanitizer from her purse. She ripped the blue pouch open and removed a folded white cloth that smelt of flower blossoms. I watched in amazement while she freshened up. She put the cloth back into its packaging and poured the sanitizer into our hands. Casey was extremely careful when it came to her hygiene that’s why I would have her as my meal anytime. “Now boarding gate seven, departing for Negril, first class.” The blue-eyed curly head blonde said in a voice that reminded me of Crissy from the TV show Three’s Company. I cupped my arm around Casey’s tiny waist and led her toward the entrance. We tucked our carry-on luggage in the overhead compartment and snuggled into our plush spacious seats. Casey ordered a Millers Genuine Draft and I had a Coors. Hours earlier at the reception, we opted not to eat and the energy we then spent in the limo built up an appetite for us both. We fed one another our meal, which consisted of Filet Mignon, baked potatoes, steamed asparagus with hollandaise, and an airline version of lemon crème burleè. “You know Babes, we are so ghetto. Why would first class passengers have beers with a meal like this?” I laughed so hard food threatened to spill from my gaping mouth. “I felt like beer. I guess I had enough champagne in the limo.” She chuckled. I watched her slowly walk to the tiny-boxed bathroom and disappeared inside. The flight attendant took our empty plates and brought me another Coors. I let the seat back and watched the billowy clouds take the form of animals. Casey returned with a school girlish grin. “The bathroom is sort of big; we both can fit in there.” She licked my ear lobe. A chill raced down my spine and I stood erect. “Do you want to?” I tickled her chin and brushed the strands of hair that fell to her neck. “Of course I do.” The deep dimple appeared. I entered the sanitized steel bathroom. Moments later Casey knocked at the door. When she entered, I quickly pulled Casey’s thong down. From behind, I entered my wife. I must say I was a happy man to have a woman in my life that love sex as much as I do. Before I came, I had my wife take a ride, into her fantasy. I leaned into Casey as we both released our passion. “We made the frequent flyer club.” She laughed and covered her mouth. “Yeah we did.” In my heart, I couldn’t tell her that I joined that club long ago. We didn’t share our every secret or chitchat about our ex-lovers. I didn’t see a reason too; she didn’t need to know all the women I had bedded or dated. Long as I was healthy, that’s all that mattered. “I’ll go out first; you hurry and join me back at our seats.” She kissed my forehead and quietly left. I sat on the stainless steel toilet, pants down, chin rested in one hand, and elbow on my knee. I had to tell her after the honeymoon for sure. I couldn’t continue to hurt her like this. Damn why did this have to happen. They say, God doesn’t make mistakes, but I think he did this time. |
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