Wicked Proposition

By Kimberly Zant

When Charity’s ex-boyfriend pawns her camcorder with their homemade porn still in it, she’s forced to desperate measures to get it back. She tracks down the man that bought the camera, but discovers he’s reluctant to sell the camera back to her. Instead, he makes her a wicked proposition she feels compelled to accept.

• Language: English
• Publisher: New Concepts Publishing
• Release date: Jul 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005055547

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Wicked Proposition

By

Kimberly Zant

( c ) copyright by Madris DePasture writing as Kimberly Zant, May 2021

Cover art by Jenny Dixon, May 2021

ISBN 978-1-60394-

Smashwords Edition

New Concepts Publishing

Lake Park, GA 31636

www.newconceptspublishing.com

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

Chapter One

Charity gaped at her ex in shocked disbelief, trying to wrap her mind around what he’d just told her. The walls of the apartment hallway where she stood seemed to close in around her. She abruptly felt hot and then cold and dizzy. For several unnerving moments she thought she was going to pass out and measure her length on the filthy floor.

Or maybe vomit. You did what?

Mark, sporting a two day old beard and naked from the waist up, shrugged off-handedly, propped his left arm on the doorframe and leaned into it, giving her that thorough ‘trademark’ body scan with his laser blue gaze that seemed to see everything and appreciate everything he saw.

How, she wondered vaguely, had she ever thought that was sexy?

I pawned it, he repeated in the slow, gravelly drawl she’d once thought uber sexy.

Charity blinked at him as he said it, still struggling to jumpstart her brain. It was no use. Shock had created chaos and her mind was a whirlwind of bits and pieces of memories that she couldn’t make any sense of. "You pawned the camcorder? My camcorder?"

Mark’s expression turned sullen and ugly. What’s the big deal? You left it. I needed a little cash. I pawned it.

Charity glanced at the view she had of Mark’s apartment from the open door, but she really didn’t take in the clutter of trash, dirty clothing, and dishes with uneaten food. Her gaze moved to the couch … where she and Mark had filmed their very own porn.

Using the camcorder he’d just pawned.

Don’t fall apart! Don’t get ugly! Be nice. Sugar always works better!

It damned sure wasn’t safe to ask him if the freaking porn movie they’d made was still in the damned thing! He hadn’t posted it online and she thought that might mean that it had slipped his mind.

Like it had hers in the heat of the moment when they’d both been slinging some really ugly ‘truths’ at one another just before she’d stormed out and left.

He’d been pretty stoned at the time, after all.

He was generally pretty stoned—or ‘lit/buzzed’–or both.

She managed a faint smile even though she mostly just felt like throwing up. It was her damned camera! It irked her to have to beg for mercy from the bastard when the damned thief had known it was hers and sold it anyway. Well, she said after frantically searching her mind for a solution to her problem, I guess you don’t really want it yourself or you wouldn’t have pawned it? I don’t suppose I could talk you in to letting me have the ticket? I had a project in mind ….

Mark stared at her a long moment and then grinned evilly. I don’t know what I did with the ticket, but I’m sure it’s too late to get it anyway. They would’ve put it up for sale by now.

Charity felt the blood rush from her head. She had no idea what she said after that or if she said anything at all. She had no clear idea of how she got downstairs. It wasn’t until she was halfway across the parking lot and a car horn blared, nearly making her leap out of her skin, that she came out of her shocked stupor.

Hey! Watch it, you stupid bitch! the driver, a woman, bellowed at her.

The bitch that had nearly run her down, scared the living shit out of her by blaring the horn right beside her, and then called her a stupid bitch was gone before Charity emerged sufficiently from her fright to feel the