Loving a Secret Lord

Loving a Secret Lord

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Night Stalker Series 3: Forrest Wood is an enigmatic tattooed bartender who lives in two worlds to protect someone he loves. He never questions his self-control over temptations while searching for answers for half his life. Until something has changed in a woman, he’s been keeping tabs for a while. When he’s finally ready to deal with his feelings, he knows nothing can be easy in his life—it only complicates his plans and his secrets that Megan might not accept who truly he is. A flirty, blunt, and funny, Megan Simons built her walls over relationships until her life crumbles down in front of her. Forrest comes to the rescue. She finds him intriguing and beyond attractive. When she starts bringing her walls down, she finds herself in a situation where Forrest Wood is more than what meets the eye.

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Chapter 1

Nightmare

FORREST

“AHHH.” A deep groan broke from the Night Stalker Club office as I passed by.

Fucktastic!

A loud thud followed, vibrating the door.

This was fucking ridiculous. Call me old-fashioned, but they could do it at home before coming over.

I quickened my pace toward the entrance of the rooftop. Sex noise didn’t surprise me, but considering my friends were making those noises, it was awkward. I couldn’t listen to that.

I couldn’t blame them if they wanted a quick fuck with their wives, though. They had the best lives, but ignoring the stabbing pain settling in my chest was hard.

On the rooftop, the sun just sat down from the horizon. My eyes were steady as I watched the red, orange, and yellow colors before the twilight beckoning the sky. Those colors reminded me of fire, passion, danger, energy, happiness, and hope.

I leaned my elbows against the concrete parapet, flicked the ash from my cigarette, and breathed in the remaining inch I lit up while watching for the sun to set.

The lights started to scintillate around me to light up somehow the darkness surrounding the city. I stubbed the butt till it stopped smoking. Exhaust and city pollution came back to life.

I knew people said cigarette smoking was dangerous to your health, but this thing was a reminder that life wasn’t fair. People thought I was a weird shit to choose a deadly companion than a woman—that I didn’t have a beating organ in my body, that I was an ice king if that even existed. What they didn’t know was I was a good guy. I even disliked this another part of me, but it grew inside me, and I had to embrace it for some reason.

The thing was, hard life taught me to be prepared.

The only question was, would I ever want to be that person anymore? The old version of myself—when I felt I was a better version of who I was today?

I walked down and met the nightclub manager, Kyland, in the locker room. I quickly cleared my mind and pretended I didn’t hear what happened earlier.

“Bro.” He patted my back.

“Hey.” I wore my black button-down shirt and rolled each sleeve above my elbows. My tattoo peeked out. It was an orange flame full of anger with black smoke swirling from my wrists up to my arms.

“How’s your trip?”

“Great. Thanks for arranging my schedule.”

“Anytime.”

“Got to go to work. Bills won’t pay itself.” I wore my black apron with the club logo and walked out.

The notorious former playboy, Pyke Hughes, the club owner, didn’t give a damn about the uniform. I was glad he preferred black.

The main bar had dimly dived with only yellow lights emblazoned from the low ceiling. Monday was not the busiest, but the customers entered in somewhat rushed as soon as the club sign lit open.

The music visualizer from the 3D walls created colorful particles in balls shaped that synchronized to the beat of the 90’s pop song played by the DJ from the booth towering the dance floor.

The lady in a black dress ordered a dry martini, taking a seat on the dark barstool. Her makeup was simple as if she just came from long work hours. She tapped her colorless, perfectly manicured nails against the bar counter leisurely. Based on her dress, she didn’t come here to flirt and walk out with a man wrapping around her slender waist and have a wild night, but she was waiting for someone to arrive. Perhaps a friend.

I grabbed the cocktail shaker, filling it with ice, gin, and vermouth I took from the back bar. I stirred it for a few seconds. Placing the martini glass on the counter, I strained the mix and garnished it with olives. “Here you go, ma’am.”

She gave me a polite smile, muttering thank you.

After working for more than two years as a bartender, I’d learned quite a few. Not only on mixing drinks but also the different types of people; from rich kids, playboys, bad boys, flirt ladies, cheating husbands, horny guys, brokenhearted, dirty business, and sex. I also developed a good relationship with my friends despite cynical behavior.

I placed down the order for table four.

“I got this.” Dice, my barback, took the tray with drinks to the couple at the dark red C-shaped lounge chair with a half-moon-shaped silver table. With only a red light illuminated around the area, it was perfect for lovers and lonely hearts.

I did my job, and time passed by like a blur. Sometimes, I wanted it that way—it made me forget something I had in mind for the time being.

“Wanna stay for a while?” Kyland asked, opening a bottle of beer.

I shook my head.

Our boss didn’t leave yet either. Pyke settled in front of the bar counter, grabbing the beer that Kyland had just opened. “Thanks, Wright!”

“That’s mine, man.” Kyland groaned.

I chuckled inwardly. They were literally brothers-in-law now—Pyke married Camila, Kyland’s cousin.

“Wanna take it back? Go ahead.” Pyke raised the beer to offer back and laughed while Kyland glared back at him. “Then go grab another one.”

“Can’t take for your own, dude?” Kyland scowled.

“What’s gotten into you, Wright? Does your wife not good at giving you orgasms?” Pyke teased.

I had to blink back at the thought of what had just happened earlier because if my memory served right, Pyke was quite clueless of them almost bringing down the door.

“Leave her alone, Hughes!”

They talked about sex quite often when they were both single and might have shared with women before. I had no idea. They quit the moment they were in their serious relationship. I guessed people did change because no one had seen it coming that Pyke and Kyland stopped their sexual escapades.

“How about you, Wood? When are you going to have sex? What I mean is sex, the hardcore kind, kinky, and dirty. Have you lost your guymen yet?” Pyke smirked at me.

Kyland snorted. “Are you trying to liberate him?”

“Just trying to figure him out, Wright.”

They might have a few thought I didn’t like women, or I was into dick, but who gave a shit?

I shrugged it off. “My sexual exploitation is just fine.”

“Really? Do you have a girlfriend? I know you’re not married, but I never saw you going out of the club with a woman either. Waiting for a perfect girl, huh?” Pyke faced me, piquing his interest.

I shook my head. “No girlfriend. No wife. But I can assure you I have a sex life.”

Kyland and Pyke burst into laughter, high-fiving each other.

“Then why do you ask for days off every last week of the month?” Of course, Pyke would ask.

“I have to travel to see my family.” I only had a long conversation with them when they invited me during a weekend or not a work-related topic. I thought they respected my privacy and never asked personal questions, but I caught Pyke often intently staring at me as if he was studying what was behind my facade.

“Of course.” He nodded subtly, seemed not to buy my reason.

After bidding goodbye, I walked out of the employee exit where I parked my Onyx black 2001 Chevy Camaro Z28. I checked my phone for a call from someone as soon as I got inside. Zero.

I pressed the music icon on the screen of the GPS. Instantly, Simple Man played over the Bose speakers.

I pulled out into the driveway, tapping my fingers on the wheel to the beat of the old rock music.

Not less than an hour, I arrived at my pad. My pad was secured by an advanced security system that I installed myself. It had a camera on the peephole that no one would even notice. I inserted the key and pressed my thumb above the door handle with a small black square for fingerprint scanning. In less than three seconds, the door clicked unlocked.

I locked the door after double-checking to make sure things were in the right places. The dark gray curtain spread to block the light outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window. I chose the colors according to my preferences—black, gray, and white.

I’d been awake for more than twenty hours now. Exhaustion took over me. I slumped my body to my authentic crocodile skin couch, kicked my shoes off, and massaged my temples.

My mind went back to my phone. No call. I hit the number on my speed dial, and it picked up right away, considering our timezone differences. “Any update?”

Bill Lioner, my tech-geek, presented our proposal to the Diabetic Research Center in New York two months ago about our proposed project, the Advanced Insulin Glucose Monitoring System or AIGMS. Unfortunately, they turned it down.

As much as I didn’t want to disappoint him, I couldn’t let his hope high. But if he believed in me and this project, I should at least believe in what we did. I knew Bill and his team worked their asses hard to get this deal. I just hoped it paid their effort.

“We’re halfway through it. We could use a brain, you know—”

“I am busy.” I cut off Bill. His brain was more than enough for the project, and he knew it. “That’s why everyone is paid handsomely.”

“Right.” I could feel his disappointment even from a hundred miles away. “I’ll email you for the update after two months.”

“Make it after two weeks. I’ll arrange a video conference.”

“T-That’s impossible,” he stammered.

“I am not in a patient mode right now, Lioner. Make it possible.” My voice came out sharp. Bill even gasped from the other end of the line, and he was aware that we were almost running out of time.

“Absolutely, sir.” I knew how much this project meant for him. If we could make a breakthrough, he would be the first to get the benefit since he’d been diagnosed with Type II Diabetes back in college.

“Good.” Before I could hang up, something came to my mind. “Bill, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, sir.

“Actually, I have an idea. I don’t know if it’s possible.”

“I’m listening. Nothing is impossible, Forrest.”

I couldn’t help but smile when he called my name. “Let’s say you’re right. Is it possible to put the monitor and the treatment together?”

“You’re saying—”

“I know it sounds crazy—”

“Brilliant! Call me after a week.”

My brow met in confusion. “Okay?” I hung up the call. Instantly, my lids felt heavy.

“Mama! Mama!” I shouted as I ran toward our burning house.

People from our small village were already in chaos with buckets of water to cease the fire. I bit the hairy arm who tried to stop me, then ran faster as soon as I freed myself. I slammed the door with my body and ignored them yelling my name because I knew my mama was trapped inside.

“Mama!” I coughed furiously. My eyes stung, tears streaming down my flushed face. I couldn’t see anything other than the thick dark smoke coming from the kitchen.

“Mama!” I blindly walked and used my hands as my guide.

I opened my eyes slowly the moment I reached the kitchen doorjamb. It was difficult to watch the scorching of huge flame devouring Mama’s cabinet filled with her Chinaware collections. It was like watching a starving animal eating its prey with an enormous appetite.

“Mama!” I shouted, running to where my mama was crawling out under our old wooden table, where we shared many meals. Her swollen eyes were pleading, filled with horror, sadness, and pain.

“G-go, m-my s-sweet boy. S-save yourself,” Mama choked her words out, making me shake to cry.

There was blood everywhereon her beautiful face, her favorite white blouse, and her hands as she pushed me away from her.

“Mama! No, Mama!” I gripped her wrists dragged her out under the table. She was too heavy and was pulling her hands out of my grip.

I cried for help, but no words came out. Instead, I continued coughing as the black smoke entered and burned my lungs, making me wheeze and breathe harder. I quickly crawled under the table, ignoring the unbearable heat against my skin that I felt was melting under it. I covered my mama with my body, closed my eyes, and took the fate that was written for me.

The flame quickly reached the table to my shirt and licked my skin greedily. The pain was excruciating, and I was helpless to fight.

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aj brown
Please advise, what is the first book of the series?
2023-10-22 21:50:11
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Malaeka
oh my god..3 beautiful love stories..i hate to read the ending and move on with another love story from u author..such a wonderful and I'm glad that i finished them 3
2023-03-11 02:00:02
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Debbie
Loved this entire series of stories but hate to see them end.
2021-07-12 00:19:57
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Richelle Paje-Academia
I love you forrest and megan ❤❤❤ Love moves in mysterious ways, it always come when it was least expected.
2021-05-28 05:33:56
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Arti Rodolla
where is part 2
2021-05-26 14:21:22
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Cik Zamz
nice story🥰
2021-05-16 15:44:44
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Colleen Parrish
Absolutely loved this book... I loved all three of the series and am hoping for another. kudos to Gia for a job well done. You've got my attention and will be looking to read all of your books.
2021-04-28 12:31:16
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KLH
Such a cute story! Love all the books I’ve read of yours so far, author - good job!!
2021-03-07 07:03:11
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Jennifer Curtis
excellent novel....absolutely loved it...thank you
2021-03-05 17:57:38
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Shreya Pariya
It was a lovely time reading it
2021-02-13 01:40:18
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Katina Bradshaw
Awesome Enjoyed every minute
2020-12-10 11:25:52
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Renee
This was an awesome story! I had tears at times! I also loved Pyke and I’m about to read Xandry and I’m sure it will be just as great!
2020-10-01 10:09:39
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matt albert Irog
Nice story
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Kristina
Such an amazing book!! Really enjoyed every page of this novel. So heartwarming and sweet! Thank you author!
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57 Chapters
Nightmare
FORREST “AHHH.” A deep groan broke from the Night Stalker Club office as I passed by. Fucktastic! A loud thud followed, vibrating the door. This was fucking ridiculous. Call me old-fashioned, but they could do it at home before coming over. I quickened my pace toward the entrance of the rooftop. Sex noise didn’t surprise me, but considering my friends were making those noises, it was awkward. I couldn’t listen to that. I couldn’t blame them if they wanted a quick fuck with their wives, though. They had the best lives, but ignoring the stabbing pain settling in my chest was hard. On the rooftop, the sun just sat down from the horizon. My eyes were steady as I watched the red, orange, and yellow colors before the twilight beckoning the sky. Those colors reminded me of fire, passion, danger, energy, happiness, and hope. I leaned my elbows against the concrete parapet, flicked the ash from my cigarette, and breathed in the remaining inch I lit up while watching for the sun to set.
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Fired!
MEGAN   Suckstastic! IT HAD been eight days since I lost my job. Eight days of wallowing in self-pity at the four corners of my apartment. Alone. And every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was the image flickering of my evil boss as he tried to violate me. He was a shameless piece of shit and thought I would just welcome his loser dick because he had one. Since I kneed him on his balls and punched his wrinkled ugly face, I hadn’t seen or heard from him again. I was immensely grateful and scared at the same time that cops would just knock on my door, informing me that someone had sued me for assault. I’d never been violent in my entire life. In fact, I was always a victim. Then I saw red when he tried to do that thing that I was scared about. My instinct kicked in, and I did what I thought was right to save a little morality I had left. It was past six when I got out of my bed. I tried hard to ignore my urge to cal
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Fuck Off!
FORREST   Where the fuck is she? SHE JUST left! There was no way she went with that jackass! I was just waiting for my break to chat with her, and then I found her seat empty. I had a few ideas about Megan’s history of hook-ups, but I was the last person to judge her—she was a consenting adult. I just didn’t want her to mix with that scumbag of all the people because he had a flashy card at his disposal. “I’ll be right back.” I patted Dice on his shoulder and took off my apron. My blood was already boiling, and I badly wanted to light a stick if I wasn’t still working. I strode toward the exit, hoping to apologize for butting into their chin-wag earlier. The smell of pees and cigarettes assaulted my senses as I scanned the area where Megan could possibly park her car. She couldn’t have gone far. Thankfully, her car tail lights were still on. I sprinted to the parking lot. A red haze gathered behind my eyel
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Small World
MEGAN   THE STOIC looked was back on Forrest’s face. A frown deepened even more as I tried to get his attention. I just wanted to apologize, but my chance was starting to slip off my fingers when he gave me the cold shoulder. I didn’t think he would give me a chance after the stunt I pulled out the other night. I thought I could talk to him to keep what happened just between us because I couldn’t let my friends know about it. After placing my drink, he left right away and took another order from a socialite-ish woman two stools from my left. Forrest never flirted back with the customers, but this time was different, which annoyed me. What was he trying to pursue? Fine. Have it your way. Oh, no. No freaking way! This was unacceptable! What’s so special with that woman anyway? I could feel something shift in me as I watched them interact with one another, and I wanted to claw this woman’s eyes out s
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Troubled
FORREST   “GOOD TO see you again, Forrest.” Dr. Diana Reed sat back in her chair after our handshakes. “You too, Dr. Reed.” I took a seat on the couch across hers while taking her notes and pen. She smiled. “So, what brings you here today?” I rested my arms on my thighs and linked my fingers together. “I don’t know.” She studied me for a while before she asked. “Have you been having trouble sleeping lately?” “No.” I hated it when people tried to read me, but this woman helped me a lot over the years. Alan usually gave me a long speech to visit my therapist if he knew constant nightmares were keeping me awake, but I came here willingly this time. For what reason? I didn’t know. “Something’s bothering you.” She smiled knowingly. “Let me rephrase. Is someone keeping you awake?” She must have noticed the dark circles under my eyes. I licked my lips and shifted on the couch. I always kept everything unde
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When it Rains, it Pours
MEGAN   I feel so dumb. WHAT WAS I thinking? Perhaps, I wasn’t thinking at all. I knew him of being distant, cynical, and cautious, and I was thankful he even joined me for breakfast. The way he looked at me, he probably had a lot of questions he wanted to pop, but he chose to keep them all to himself. Forrest didn’t only intrigue me, but his stares, his charisma, his aura told me something that I could trust him, that we somehow understood each other, and that he could keep me safe, but safe from what? From whom? When I should be worried about myself, the way how I acted lately—these whole fiascoes I’d created in the first place. I looked down at the left side of my abdomen again as Milo rubbed the topical anesthesia. I can do it. There was no turning back. I would get this tattoo no matter what. I lied down and bit my lip, preparing myself for the pain. I hated needles, but this was one way of facing
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Yielding Temptation
FORREST   What the fuck? I COULDN’T understand why she loved watching a movie so dreary. The plot was cliché. It was about a woman with a colorful sense of fashion who fell in love with a guy that she met before she knew he was the CEO of the company where she worked. I could appreciate reading than watching it because the acting was awful. I gave credit to the girl, though. Besides having real tits, her eyes were striking blue, but man, the guy was a fucker. I tried hard to be an average person, sitting beside Megan, but I couldn’t just laugh with her. It was her who I was amused with. I held a groan most of the time—her excitement caused me a little discomfort—knowing that it was her hand touching my thigh and gripping my arm as she thought it was the exciting moment in the movie, and my little fucker was partying in his cage. Great! My inner goodness had been tested quite a lot lately. When the main characters shared t
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A Real 180
MEGAN   Crash and burn. That’s how I see my life today. HIS REJECTION did a number on me and had caused me physical pain. No one ever rejected me. In fact, men mostly wanted to stick their dick in me. That was a little bit harsh, but that was the exact truth. I mean, I never pushed myself to anyone just to get their attention, but my bravado did not affect Forrest. I admired his self-control, which pissed me off at the same time. And he kissed my forehead. He. Kissed. Me. On. My. Freaking. Forehead. Did I look like his freaking grandma? “Hey! Look at you. So fucking hot!” My gay classmate, Jonas, gushed as he dragged me toward the crowd. I was surprised to see him here, but I was kind of glad he came all by himself. “So do you. Are you single?” Adrenaline rushed through us as we danced to the new song. “Yup but not ready to mingle.” He placed his hands on my hips, and I raised mine in th
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Change of Plan
FORREST   MEGAN INHALED sharply, and I just froze in shock right there, struggling with fuzzy thoughts. We stared at each other for like a fucking eternity. Then the realization just sucker-punched me in my gut—that day I bumped into her, she came for a job interview. I was the first to look away, still finding it hard to think of anything to say, and it was too late to turn back—she already saw me. She probably was the woman who answered my call yesterday. How the fuck didn’t I recognize her voice? Perhaps, I was used to her twang sexy accent while she sounded like a workaholic receptionist yesterday. A twinge of guilt clogged in my throat. I remembered how we ended up our call last night. I didn’t know what crawled up my ass, but she was right at one thing though I should stay away from her. I was terrible to her, and she was a distraction from my plan. She picked up the phone shakily. “Your 11 a.m is here.” Then she end
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Breaking Point
MEGAN   MOM HAD been keeping her words, and by meant keeping her words even though she was not feeling well, she didn’t reach out to me. I had my suspicions that her headache yesterday was not the first time. When her patient rushed toward my desk and said Dr. Reed collapsed, I thought my world stopped, then quaked around me, and I lost control—I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t believe it as I was struck with fresh fear. There was no way I’d be losing another person I loved. I knew this would be my breaking point. I thought I might blackout when Mike did not shake me. I could feel the haze that alarmed me as I was about to have a flashback. I didn’t want to get through that again. I couldn’t because all I knew was it had been buried deep, so deep, for years. Mike helped me dial 911 as I tried to do a deep breathing exercise because I was started to hyperventilate in front of my mother, lying unconscious and pale as a ghost on the sofa. Regre
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