Living a Lie (Book 0.5 in The Lie Series) by JW Phillips Page A

would never be any man’s fantasy.

    She escorted me to a set of elevators
and hit the up button. The door slid open and as I stepped in I was
greeted by a security guard that was dressed in a well-cut black
suit, black shirt, and black tie. I was getting even more nervous
about meeting Master as Amanda called him. If his security looked
that sharp and well put together, I could only imagine what he
would look like.

    The elevator reached the
top floor and opened. I found myself in a rather large lounge with
what appeared to be two king beds mushed together. They stood proud
and took center stage in the middle of the room. The North and West
facing walls were floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased a
spectacular view of downtown Knoxville. It was a stunning view, but
was soon eclipsed when he walked in the room. He commanded the room
like no one I had ever came across. He was dressed in a tailored
three-piece suit. That suit was hot, but it was the tall, lean, and
powerful body inside it that sent a pickling across my skin. Still
as magnificent as that body was, it wasn’t until my eyes traveled
up to his face that I went weak in the knees. His smokey brown eyes
flamed with an unwavering force that knocked the breath from my
lungs. A man that was so perfect, it was almost painful to look
upon him. My head automatically lowered and focused on his
luxurious oxfords. Oh, damn, he is . . .
devastating.

    “ You’re not Amy.” He
snapped causing my nerves to shatter. I took a step back, tripped
on my heel, and tumbled flat on my ass. Damn, he is going to kick me out now. He extended out a thick, manly hand and I placed mine in
it.

Chapter 1
    The Master

    “ But, I think I’d rather
have you. She is rather how can I put it nicely. A bitch. You on
the other hand, look like you can be fun.” and very succulent.

    Clasping a small, fragile
hand, I pulled her to her feet. She was embarrassed, her
milky-smooth skin flamed. The image of what that skin would
look-like striped by the bite of a cane crossed my mind. I needed a
diversion from everything that was going on around me. I’d thrown
myself into work a little too much lately. Anything to get my mind
off life. I was restless, but that sweet lady was there for
business not my pleasure. I could at least
have a little fun while she was there.

    “ A lot of fun,” I added,
trying to use my amused tone to put her at ease.

    It took a few seconds for her to
finally find her voice to speak. “I’m Cherry Black, and I’m so
sorry for the rude entrance, Sir.”

    I was highly aroused and entertained
by that submissive little look she was giving me. I didn’t believe
her eyes had looked higher than my knees since she tripped over
those red six-inch heels that showcased those long legs of hers.
The loose-fitting skirt, however, did nothing to flatter her. She
adjusted her white blouse to cover the small smidgen of the top of
her breast she was showing. She’d been hurt. Every move she made
screamed that she believed she was less than. Some man, I was
positive, had hurt her and had taken away her worth. I slipped on
my impassive expression. I could never let her know how she
affected me. I wanted to prove to her that she was a beautiful
treasure. Make her believe in herself and be proud of that amazing,
curvy, hot body. I hit the button on the remote in my pocket that
controlled the East facing wall. As it started to slide back to
expose a sitting area, she stared in amazement giving me a moment
to adjust the bulge she was causing in my pants. She looked back at
me confused so I waved the remote in my hand. “Take a seat, Mrs.
Black.”

    I motioned over to a large circular,
black-leather sectional. The gleam that sparkled from her eyes let
me know she knew that space was entirely too spacious for one
person. Because it was not used for one person but an orgy of
people. It was a sex club after all.

    She arched a perfectly-shaped eyebrow.
“Before I sit, what all has happen on