HIDDEN SECRETS Read Online Free
Author: Catherine Lambert
the black buttons,” he raised his eyebrows.
“It’s the middle of the day Ben, it’s far too revealing.”
“I know,” he replied with a provocative smile.
“I’m not wearing it,” she called over shoulder making her way up the stairs.
Kate’s mobile rang before she had chance to undress. Glancing at the screen, she recognised her mother’s number as it flashed across.
“Hi mum, how are you today?” she enquired cheerfully.
This was not the best way to start a conversation with her mother, who then spent five minutes relaying a blow by blow account of her inflamed bunions! Steering the conversation away from her ailments, Kate informed her she would not be accompanying her to visit her father’s grave.
“You know I hate going to the cemetery mum. It’s nothing personal, I remember my father in my own way,” she spoke quietly.
She didn’t need reminding that her father had died; he was in her thoughts constantly, especially today, the anniversary of his death. The image of his emaciated body ravaged by cancer was not a sight that could easily be forgotten. The thought of constantly visiting his grave was a depressing reminder she did not want to relive. Today she was going to keep her mind occupied with other thoughts.
“I’m sorry mum but I’ll have to go; we’ll call round to see you when Ben has a free weekend,” this seemed to pacify her and the call ended.
After taking a hurried shower, Kate dried her hair and slipped the red dress from its hanger. As she walked slowly down the stairs, a smile spread across her face. Ben loved to see her in the tight-fitting dress, and Kate relished in the sensuality it evoked. From the door- way she cleared her throat.
“I’m ready,” she whispered provocatively.
“Wow you look fantastic.” His eyes wandered slowly up and down her body and Kate felt a tingle of excitement as he slipped his arm around her waist. Then she was in his arms. Her eyes closed as he drew her close, and tenderly kissed her. When they parted she was breathless and flushed from the depth of his passion.
“Let’s go,” Ben took her hand and she didn’t resist.
“Where are we going?”
“I thought we could try that new Italian in the high street, one of the girls in the office says it’s fantastic, and not too expensive,” he replied.
“And which girl would that be?”
“I don’t know her name, why do you ask?” he asked sharply.
“I’m only joking, its sound fine,” she replied with a smile.
Half an hour later, they sat down to order their meals in the newly opened restaurant, and spent an enjoyable afternoon in each other’s company. The food was excellent, and after a couple of glasses of wine, Kate became relaxed and sleepy. Neither of them mentioned the photographs, but Kate did not intend to forget about them. She knew there was a reason why she had received them, and she was determined to discover why. If she had known the consequences of her actions, she would have left them in the bin.
CHAPTER 2
Patrick Hinds opened his eyes and slowly lifted his head from the pillow. His mouth was dry and a dull throbbing pain surged across his forehead as he swung his legs out of bed. Vague images flashed through his mind as he recalled the previous evening. He had no memory of how he arrived home; the last thing he could remember was drinking with an old tramp in ‘Benny’s Bar,’ whose name now evaded him, but his appearance remained clear. He looked and smelled like an old sea dog, a musty unwashed smell that had lingered in his nostrils. Nicotine stained his white beard, and he barely had a tooth in his jaw. The few clothes he wore were threadbare and filthy; but despite his repulsive appearance, Pat had financed his drinking all evening.
Perched on the edge of the bed, he held his head in his hands and sighed. How had he allowed his life to be ruled by alcohol?
“It’s the middle of the day Ben, it’s far too revealing.”
“I know,” he replied with a provocative smile.
“I’m not wearing it,” she called over shoulder making her way up the stairs.
Kate’s mobile rang before she had chance to undress. Glancing at the screen, she recognised her mother’s number as it flashed across.
“Hi mum, how are you today?” she enquired cheerfully.
This was not the best way to start a conversation with her mother, who then spent five minutes relaying a blow by blow account of her inflamed bunions! Steering the conversation away from her ailments, Kate informed her she would not be accompanying her to visit her father’s grave.
“You know I hate going to the cemetery mum. It’s nothing personal, I remember my father in my own way,” she spoke quietly.
She didn’t need reminding that her father had died; he was in her thoughts constantly, especially today, the anniversary of his death. The image of his emaciated body ravaged by cancer was not a sight that could easily be forgotten. The thought of constantly visiting his grave was a depressing reminder she did not want to relive. Today she was going to keep her mind occupied with other thoughts.
“I’m sorry mum but I’ll have to go; we’ll call round to see you when Ben has a free weekend,” this seemed to pacify her and the call ended.
After taking a hurried shower, Kate dried her hair and slipped the red dress from its hanger. As she walked slowly down the stairs, a smile spread across her face. Ben loved to see her in the tight-fitting dress, and Kate relished in the sensuality it evoked. From the door- way she cleared her throat.
“I’m ready,” she whispered provocatively.
“Wow you look fantastic.” His eyes wandered slowly up and down her body and Kate felt a tingle of excitement as he slipped his arm around her waist. Then she was in his arms. Her eyes closed as he drew her close, and tenderly kissed her. When they parted she was breathless and flushed from the depth of his passion.
“Let’s go,” Ben took her hand and she didn’t resist.
“Where are we going?”
“I thought we could try that new Italian in the high street, one of the girls in the office says it’s fantastic, and not too expensive,” he replied.
“And which girl would that be?”
“I don’t know her name, why do you ask?” he asked sharply.
“I’m only joking, its sound fine,” she replied with a smile.
Half an hour later, they sat down to order their meals in the newly opened restaurant, and spent an enjoyable afternoon in each other’s company. The food was excellent, and after a couple of glasses of wine, Kate became relaxed and sleepy. Neither of them mentioned the photographs, but Kate did not intend to forget about them. She knew there was a reason why she had received them, and she was determined to discover why. If she had known the consequences of her actions, she would have left them in the bin.
CHAPTER 2
Patrick Hinds opened his eyes and slowly lifted his head from the pillow. His mouth was dry and a dull throbbing pain surged across his forehead as he swung his legs out of bed. Vague images flashed through his mind as he recalled the previous evening. He had no memory of how he arrived home; the last thing he could remember was drinking with an old tramp in ‘Benny’s Bar,’ whose name now evaded him, but his appearance remained clear. He looked and smelled like an old sea dog, a musty unwashed smell that had lingered in his nostrils. Nicotine stained his white beard, and he barely had a tooth in his jaw. The few clothes he wore were threadbare and filthy; but despite his repulsive appearance, Pat had financed his drinking all evening.
Perched on the edge of the bed, he held his head in his hands and sighed. How had he allowed his life to be ruled by alcohol?
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