Into the Arms of Damon: Cyber Safety, #1

By Talula Kay

Brenda must escape from her fiancé in Egypt after finding out that he is a romance scam artist and married to other women. She meets Damon at the airport and takes the chance in trusting him to help her in the midst of her own personal crisis. Through this event she finds someone she can trust and give all of herself too for there is safety in his arms.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lita McCoy
• Release date: Feb 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386417514

Talula Kay

Talula Kay is the pen name for Lita McCoy. Lita currently resides in Hawaii USA and when not busy writing she can be found traveling local and far reaches, adventuring and exploring is one of her passions. Spending time at the beach and all water activities is one of her favorite things in life. You can find her blog at http://wordpress/beachhutprincess.wordpress.com

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The Betrayal

If she got out of this country without an international incident she was going to go to church and thank the Lord every day for at least week. Knowing her and her inability to commit to anything for too long, Brenda felt confident that a week was totally doable. He was asleep in the other room, she just had to make the transfer and go back to bed and act like she knew absolutely nothing of what a lying scoundrel and pig this guy was. The fact she had been sleeping with him made her sick to her stomach. What is even worse, she had had feelings for him. He used her, her contacts, her job and her position, and she completely fell into it for the sake of love.

Brenda plugged the phone into her computer quickly. The computer bleeped, and she caught her breath hoping and praying it was not loud enough to wake him. She couldn’t get the door to fully shut but it had hopefully stayed closed long enough to muffle the noise. After a good thirty seconds and no sound or movement she clicked on continue and the upload began. There were over five thousand photos? You’ve got to be kidding me, she thought. Holy crap, what the hell? Was this loading, like, his whole life and iCloud onto her computer? She had no choice; she was going to have to sort through it all. She had already emailed contacts to her phone and erased the sent from his phone so that he wouldn’t find out anything was amiss till well after she was out of Egypt safely. The last thing she needed was to be caught as an unmarried woman with a married man in a Muslim country. She was already seething and embarrassed as hell, and now had unwittingly been used in freaking finding out her whole relationship and business plans were a ruse on her and that she was just one of many in the fold. After being here for two weeks and on the last few days finding out all that has been happening underneath her nose was infuriating.

She looked down at the computer—fourteen more minutes for upload to be complete. A freaking eternity here is what it felt like. Nothing like stealing from a thief; what does that do for morality and justice, Brenda wondered. Does one right the other? Somehow she didn’t feel like it did. Especially since from some of these pictures there seems to be possibly more than one wife involved here. Brenda’s stomach rolled in protest. She checked the computer again; four minutes. Hurry, hurry, hurry, please, please, please. Dear God, please let this complete and keep me safe till I can get the fuck out of here. In her mind she was already apologizing to God for cussing, but felt the circumstance warranted it all the same. She was in a bad position if she got caught and based on the information and the fact that the Sahara Desert was a very short drive away, she was pretty positive someone could make a person disappear into oblivion if necessary in this country. Egypt was a beautiful and for the most part beautiful and amazing experience. However, the fact was people could and did just quietly disappear.

The computer bleep brought her out of her mind to focus on the pop-up box: Erase all that was uploaded? NO! Brenda clicked as fast as she could before it could go into some sort of demented auto mode and delete everything off his phone. She quickly unplugged the phone and cord and put it back on the charger and back where and how she found it. She looked at the screen: freaking twelve messages in fifteen minutes. All from dating sites and from multiple women. No wonder he was always up till the wee hours of the morning: he must keep certain shifts depending on the time zones these women were in; they were in Europe, Russia, Brazil, Mexico, the United States and Canada so far and she was pretty sure this was just the tip of the iceberg. It was mind-numbing and she really just wanted to go to the kitchen, get a knife and show him what castration really was. Instead she took a deep breath; double checking to make sure nothing looked out of place. She decided to check the duffle bag. The mysterious blue travel bag he wore all the time was inside. She slowly and methodically opened the bag, took out the blue bag and looked inside. Two twenty thousand bundles of Egyptian pounds stared up at her. She pulled five bills from the bottom and put the money back exactly how it was, and then put the cash in her hidden sleeve inside her purse. She wasn’t going to use it unless she needed it because something went down, besides waiting on an Uber to show up in Cairo was a hell of a wait usually.

Brenda stopped and closed her eyes. She was sure he was deep asleep as she had waited three hours before sneaking out of bed. She had been secretly sending information via his phone to her email so that she had a means to make contact and show proof to the embassy of the lies and false information that had been provided. She wasn’t sure if the American wife was in on it fully and aware of all of his pursuits, but she certainly knew there were other women based on the text messages Brenda had seen. Stomach rolling, Brenda whispered to herself, Stop it, you’re going to give yourself away. You have three more days before you leave, make it work and act like nothing is wrong. Turning the lights out and quietly returning to bed, she slipped under the covers and rolled to her side, facing away from him. She felt the tears fall silently. She let them fall, as she needed to purge now so she could deal with everything else until she was safely out of the country. Coming to Egypt for two weeks was certainly an eye opener but not the kind she had been expecting. She had expected adventure, not spying and finding out that the man you fell in love with was a total fraud and married to not just one but possibly two women.

Brenda closed her eyes and did quiet deep breaths to release the tension so she could sleep. The tears stopped as she allowed herself to focus on her breathing and relax. Suddenly an arm wrapped around her and pulled her close. She stiffened briefly but then relaxed, keeping her eyes closed. Suddenly he was fondling and damn it; arousing her. What the hell was she supposed to do? She couldn’t act like she was sickened by his touch or that anything was wrong. She had to play along; in Brenda’s head the words you get more with honey than vinegar, my dear. Grandma Lucy, you were always saying that to me, Brenda thought. She took a relaxing breath and leaned into him, allowing him to continue.

Mohammed nibbled her ear, Where were you?

I went to the bathroom and then the kitchen to get some water, Brenda replied.

Your cold feet woke me he said.

Inwardly Brenda was screaming at her feet for not staying on her side of the bed. Well, I guess you need to warm them, she said with a throaty whisper.

Mohammed needed no more encouragement, turning her to face him he kissed her deeply;