Also By Trice Hickman
Unexpected Love series
Unexpected Interruptions
Keeping Secrets & Telling Lies
Looking for Trouble
Troublemaker
Playing the Hand You’re Dealt
Published by Dafina Books
SECRET
Indiscretions
TRICE HICKMAN
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.
www.kensingtonbooks.com
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Table of Contents
Also By Trice Hickman
Title Page
Acknowledgments
Epigraph
Prologue
Chapter 1 - GENEVA
Chapter 2 - JOHNNY
Chapter 3 - VIVANA
Chapter 4 - SAMUEL
Chapter 5 - GENEVA
Chapter 6 - JOHNNY
Chapter 7 - VIVANA
Chapter 8 - SAMUEL
Chapter 9 - GENEVA
Chapter 10 - JOHNNY
Chapter 11 - VIVANA
Chapter 12 - JOHNNY
Chapter 13 - GENEVA
Chapter 14 - SAMUEL
Chapter 15 - JOHNNY
Chapter 16 - VIVANA
Chapter 17 - GENEVA
Chapter 18 - SAMUEL
Chapter 19 - JOHNNY
Chapter 20 - GENEVA
Chapter 21 - SAMUEL
Chapter 22 - VIVANA
Chapter 23 - JOHNNY
Chapter 24 - GENEVA
Chapter 25 - SAMUEL
Chapter 26 - VIVANA
Chapter 27 - GENEVA
Chapter 28 - JOHNNY
Chapter 29 - GENEVA
Epilogue
SECRET INDISCRETIONS
Discussion Questions
Teaser chapter
Copyright Page
Acknowledgments
Although acknowledgments appear at the beginning of a book, they’re usually written once the story is complete. So after pouring hours, days, and months into this novel, getting to this part of the book feels surreal because it means that God has once again blessed me with my dream come true, which is another published book that will go on my shelf, and hopefully on the shelves of many others. I have a great deal to be thankful for, so here goes.
I thank God for blessing me beyond measure. I’m thankful for all the ups and downs, successes and failures, and the good and bad that I’ve experienced while writing this book. My life has changed in many ways, and through it all, God delivered me to much better days, and I look forward to what’s ahead. Thank you, Lord!
Thank you to my parents, Reverend Irvin and Alma Hickman. Your unconditional love, support, and guidance mean the world to me. I thank God I was born to you! Thank you to my siblings, Marcus and Melody, whom I will always love. Thank you to my cousins, aunts, uncles, and family friends, so many in number that I can’t name all of you without leaving out someone, so again I say thanks and I love you!!
Thank you to Todd Terrell Hayes, Sr., Todd Terrell Hayes, Jr., and Eboni Simone Hayes. You welcomed me into your lives and have made mine much richer in the process. I love each of you!
Thank you to my girls, ride or die chicks for sure (), who always have my back: Vickie Lindsay, Sherraine Mclean, Terri Chandler, Kimberla Lawson Roby, Barbara Marie Downey, Tiffany Dove, China Ball, Lutishia Lovely, Tammi Johnson, Cerece Rennie Murphy, and Yolanda Trollinger. You women are my sisters and I love you to the moon and back!
Thank you to my wonderfully talented and wise agent, Janell Walden Agyeman. I so admire your commitment, professionalism, and integrity, and I thank you for guiding my literary career. You ROCK!
Thank you to my amazing editor, Mercedes Fernandez, who helps put the patina on each of my books. Thank you to my independent publicist, Ella D. Curry, for being one heck of a promoter and friend. Thank you to all the librarians, bookstore managers and employees, street vendors, and online retailers who sell my books to your customers. I appreciate you all!
Thank you to my alma mater, Winston-Salem State University, for always supporting me and showing me love. I have the best HBCU on the planet!
Thank you to my loyal readers and book club members who, because of God’s grace, are growing in numbers with each book! Your support of my work and your willingness to spread the word to your family and friends mean more to me than I can put into words. I appreciate every single thing you do!
Happy Reading!
Peace and abundant blessings,
Truth doesn’t grow dim because we squint.
—Charles M. Blow
Prologue
I wish I could have taken a picture of the look on Johnny’s face when I pulled out my gun and aimed it between his eyes. But then again, I didn’t need a picture because that sweet memory will be etched on my brain for the rest of my life. And besides, a photograph would be evidence, and after the time and effort I put into planning this son of a bitch’s murder, the last thing I need on my phone is a picture of a dead man.
Usually when someone shows up at a person’s doorstep late at night, a booty call is more than likely on the agenda. But because there’s no way in hell that was the case between us, Johnny knew right away that this visit wasn’t going to end well. I was actually surprised that he opened the door once he realized that it was me standing there, but then again, too much alcohol can make a person do things they normally wouldn’t. He smelled of liquor and he could barely keep his balance.
“What’re you doing here?” he asked, slurring his words.
They say that the eyes are the window to the soul, and I believe that to be true. From the moment we looked into each other’s eyes, Johnny knew that I came here tonight to kill him.
We stared at each other for what felt like a long time, but was only a brief minute. His eyes said he was sorry for what he’d done to me, and to a host of other people, too. But my eyes told him that I didn’t give a damn about his remorse, and after what happened a week ago today, he had to have known that he was going to have to pay for his sins. I guess that’s why he opened the door for me in the first place.
He quickly sobered up when I pointed my gun between his eyes, and that’s when he allowed the reality of what was about to happen to sink in. He didn’t put up resistance. He didn’t fight. And he didn’t plead for his life. He did none of the things I thought he would do, and I was glad because that made my job easier. The bastard actually helped me by taking a few steps back into the kitchen, eliminating the need for me to drag his body out of plain sight once I did what I came to do.
I didn’t want to prolong this because I knew I had a set amount of time to get in and get out. But I also wanted to enjoy this moment, savor it, and swallow the sweet taste of revenge. However, I had to use my head, otherwise all my planning would go right down the drain, and I’d end up in jail. I couldn’t let that happen, so I lowered my gun to Johnny’s chest and smiled as I pulled the trigger.
Chapter 1
GENEVA
If there was one thing Geneva Mayfield had learned in the five years, two months, and twenty-two days she’d been married to Johnny, it was that she knew straight away when he was telling a lie.
A slight hesitation in his velvety smooth voice, a subtle shift in his deep brown eyes, or a placid expression framing his thick, kissable lips were all telltale signs for Geneva that her husband wasn’t being truthful. Over the last six months, to her disappointment, he’d added another move to that growing list of signals, and that was the art of avoidance, which he was exercising tonight.
Who does he think he’s fooling? Geneva said to herself. Her husband’s shenanigans, along with the humidity clinging to the stifling Alabama heat, had fraye
d the edges of her nerves.
For the last ten years, she’d braced herself each summer for the unrelenting heat that covered the town of Amber, Alabama, practically smothering its residents. She was one of the thousands of African Americans who’d completed the reverse migration to the south—by way of Chicago—in search of a slower pace and more affordable standard of living. She loved Amber because it provided her with the best of both worlds.
With a population of just over 90,000 residents, Amber was small enough to provide a homey feel, but not so small that everyone knew everybody. And given that it was a quaint suburb situated not far from Birmingham, the largest city in the state, Amber attracted business professionals, entrepreneurs, and small companies, which contributed to its growing affluence.
If he thinks I’m letting this one go, he’s out of his mind, Geneva quietly seethed. She knew she should’ve put an end to Johnny’s lies several months ago when he’d started feeding her spoonfuls of half-truths. But now that he was boldly pouring lies down her throat, it had become too much to swallow.
As she stood at one end of the couch staring at Johnny, who was reclined on the opposite end, pretending to be transfixed by the sports announcer on ESPN, Geneva was becoming more upset by the minute. She was disturbed and confused about a lot of things that had been happening in her marriage, and she couldn’t figure out what had brought about the change. She was still as attentive to Johnny as she had been the day they’d married. She still put time and care into her personal appearance, making sure she looked fashionably chic on his arm. She still cooked delicious meals, kept the house meticulously clean, and made sure she supported him in everything he ventured to do in both his career and personal life.
Geneva knew she was a good wife and helpmate, and as her best friend and coworker, Donetta Pierce, had told her, a hell of a catch. “Most men would love to have a fly, smart, dutiful wife like you by their side,” Donetta often said. But for some meritless reason that Geneva couldn’t explain, Johnny acted as though he couldn’t care less about her or their marriage. And again, Geneva didn’t know what to make of the current state that she and her husband were in. But there was one thing she was sure of, and was willing to bet her life on, and it was that her husband was up to no good.
“Johnny, did you hear a word I just said?” Geneva asked.
“Unfortunately, yes I did.”
She took a deep breath. “Why’re you talking to me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you have absolutely no respect, care, or concern for me. Like I’m some person on the street, instead of your wife.”
“I answered your question, didn’t I?” Johnny said with annoyance. “You’re so dramatic.”
Geneva shook her head. She knew she was many things, but dramatic certainly wasn’t one of them. If anything, she knew that her meek, often reserved manner could stand a tune-up, and tonight was the perfect time to start. She placed her hand at the top of her slim but curvy hip. “I can see that you have an attitude tonight, but just so you know, that’s not gonna stop me from getting to the bottom of why you haven’t answered my question.”
“We’ve been through this already and I don’t feel like rehashing it,” he said without so much as a glance in her direction. “Now can you please stop with the interrogation and let me watch the game highlights in peace.”
Geneva folded her slender arms across her chest and took deep breaths in her attempt to calm herself. Johnny’s behavior had gone from troublesome to alarming, almost overnight. At first it had been subtle: a missed phone call here, an unanswered text there, or a hurried reply message sent hours after she’d originally contacted him. But she’d chalked it up to the pressures and busy schedule that went along with growing his real estate and property management company. However, over the last two months things had worsened, and now their marriage was unraveling like a bundle of yarn.
It seemed as though he flat-out didn’t care about her at all, which was apparent by the laissez-faire attitude he now demonstrated in the way he treated her.
Two weeks ago Geneva had waited inside Frank’s Auto Repair for more than two hours before Donetta finally came to pick her up, all because Johnny had forgotten that she’d needed a ride home while her car was in the shop. Then last Monday she’d waited at the fertility clinic all alone, hoping and praying that he’d change his mind and join her for a consultation with a specialist that had taken her several weeks to arrange. But to her extreme disappointment she’d had to sit through the visit without him. And now tonight, she was bubbling over with hurt because the romantic dinner she’d prepared especially for him, complete with candles, fresh flowers, soft music, and fine china, had gone cold and untouched, the result of him walking casually into the house nearly four hours after she’d told him to come home early because she had a surprise for him.
“I won’t continue to be ignored and disrespected,” Geneva said, infusing bass into her voice to signal she meant business. “This little game you’re playing needs to end right now.” She walked over to where Johnny was sitting, leaned over, picked up the remote that was lying beside him, and pressed the power button.
“What the hell?” Johnny said with surprise. “Woman, what’s wrong with you?” Although his words were short and abrupt, his voice and tone was calm, and he never took his eyes off the screen. “Turn it back on, Geneva.”
“Not until you answer my question.”
“You’re pushing it.”
“And you’re full of it!” Geneva spat out angrily, which was counter to her normally laid-back, even-tempered demeanor.
The sharpness in her voice got Johnny’s attention, prompting him to finally turn his eyes to hers. “Why’re you trippin?”
“You have some nerve asking me that! I can’t believe you,” Geneva said. She was so upset she was nearly trembling. “I left the salon early, went to the grocery store across town, and bought a ton of food. Then I rushed home and cooked and baked all afternoon, just so I could make your favorite meal. All I asked you to do was come home at a decent hour because I wanted us to enjoy a good meal and a quiet evening together like we used to. But could you do that? Nooooo! You drug in here ten minutes ago acting like everything is fine when you know good and doggone well it’s not.”
Geneva was pissed off and at this point she didn’t care if Johnny knew it, and in fact she wanted him to know just how upset she was.
From the first day they’d met, Johnny had called all the shots and had basically set the tone for their relationship, while Geneva had acquiesced at every turn because she wanted to please him and make him happy. But now she regretted ever taking the first step down a path that was destined for bumps and roadblocks. It was times like this when she knew she should’ve listened to the advice that both her late mother and Donetta had given her when she’d first started dating Johnny six years ago.
“Baby, don’t sit around takin’ his mess for too long ’cause before you know it, you’ll be layin’ down under his foot of demands, and you won’t be able to get back up,” her mother had told her. Donetta’s advice had been more blunt and to the point. “You need to teach that Negro a damn lesson and let his ass know that God didn’t stop handin’ out dicks when He made Johnny’s. Let that fool know that if he acts up, you can get another one just like him, and without the attitude.”
Johnny leaned further back into the couch as he spoke. “Geneva, I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but . . .”
Geneva cut him off midsentence. “I know exactly who I’m talking to . . . a married man who stays out past midnight five days a week. A man who barely speaks to his wife, and when he does decide to say something, it’s laced with sarcasm. And last but most certainly not least, I’m talking to a man who is neglecting his marriage and his home.”
“I take care of my responsibilities.”
“Now I have to ask you who do you think you’re talking to?” she said, looking surprised. “You and I both know
that what you just said isn’t true.”
“I pay almost every bill that passes through that door. I make sure you don’t want for anything. I get out there and bust my ass, hustling every day to make a comfortable life for you. Do you know how many women would love to trade places with you?”
Geneva narrowed her eyes. “I’m not concerned about what other women want. This is about me and you.”
“All I’m saying is, I handle mine.”
“Paying bills and paying attention to your wife are two very different things.”
“I don’t care what you say. I can name ten women right now who’d jump as high as the moon if their man was holding things down financially like I do.”
“I can pay my own bills. I lived independently before I married you. I didn’t need you financially back then, and the same is true right now. But what I can’t and won’t do is continue to be neglected and lied to.”
Johnny shook his head. “I haven’t lied to you.”
“You must think I’m a fool. There aren’t that many late evening meetings in the world. And who’s showing houses at ten, eleven, and twelve o’clock at night anyway?”
Johnny raised his hands in the air. “Here we go with that shit again. Most women would be happy if they had a man who worked his fingers to the bone day and night so he can—”
“Forget about what most women want,” Geneva interrupted. “I’m telling you what I need.” But Johnny was on a roll and continued talking as though she’d never said a word.
“Provide for her and make sure she never had to struggle. But not Queen Geneva,” he said, staring hard at her. “All you’re concerned about is what time I come home, who I’ve been talking with, and how many meetings I’ve had. This bullshit is getting old.”
Geneva ignored his remarks like he’d just done hers. “Tell me where you really were tonight.”
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