Dren of Secrets

By Skyla Michaels

Ann feels trapped inside a lonely relationship. Desperately wanting to feel something and growing tired of competing with PC games for her boyfriends attention, she longingly searches for an outlet, something to make her feel happy or anything for that matter. She never expected to find something so surreal that it would change her entire perspective. With one spontaneous thrill after another, Ann loses herself in a world of ecstatic chaos thats full of drugs and sexual escapades, a world where no one considers consequence until its too late. Inevitably, Ann is forced back into reality, where she must deal with her fate.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524530174

Skyla Michaels

About the Author Skyla was born in Pocatello, Idaho. She bounced around a lot as a kid, moving from place to place. She finished high school in Hermiston, Oregon, and began her young adult life in Tacoma, Washington. Skyla had many unique experiences moving from Hermiston (a tiny place few have ever heard of) to Tacoma. Skyla’s experiences inspired her to tell a story. With the help of her friend Tim Farley, she began writing. With each chapter finished, Tim would read and edit it and then beg to know what happened next. His eagerness to read the entire story gave Skyla the encouragement and inspiration she needed to finally finish her first novel.

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Chapter One

I met Dren while I was trying to escape a loveless relationship. I had a boyfriend who lived with me, yet never talked to me. Night after night, I would come home to find him in a corner, glued to a chair, eyes mesmerized by the computer screen. Always one PC game or another. Trying to get his attention was nearly impossible. When I would tell him about my day, he would just add comments like; that sucks or huh, making it crystal clear that he wasn’t listening. I would ask about his day only to hear the words: hang on I’m playing, I learned to stop hanging on when I realized the games lasted all night and took priority over anything else. Sometimes I would walk around naked or in some sexy lingerie, hoping to catch his eye. It took a lot to even get a glimpse. I started feeling like something was wrong with me. Maybe I was too fat. Maybe I was just simply undesirable. When we first got together, all I had to do was splash a little perfume and he was all over me. I’m still not sure what changed, but something had. I had to prove to myself that I was still desirable.

I worked in a deli where I had a couple close friends named Violet and Alisha. Day after day, when I would clock on for my shift, I would listen to all their crazy sex escapades. From Violet experimenting with couples to Alisha experimenting with multiple men. And those were just some of their stories. This wasn’t helping my situation at home. I was growing jealous of their freedom and resenting my boyfriend who clearly didn’t want anything to do with me.

Violet, (growing bored of my constant complaining) introduced me to an app called Secrets. It was very similar to Facebook, only everything was posted anonymously. It was designed so that people could let their secrets out, consequence-free. However, it was used for many things, as you can imagine. My first Secret post:

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My inbox overflowed with messages. Mostly dick pictures or What’s wrong with the guy? or How about a guy on the side? I answered a lot of messages. Not the dick pictures, the I’m not gonna cheat response to the side guy requests and answers to all the what’s wrong questions. The conversations never really went anywhere.

Except with Dren.

Dren genuinely wanted to know what was wrong with the relationship. I explained the PC game addiction, the lack of communication, of sexual interest, the emotional neglect, and that he was just very closed-minded.

Do you mean that he’s closed minded in the bedroom? Dren inquired.

Yes, I responded without hesitation.

The conversation drifted toward sexual fantasies, and kinky interests. I found that he talked to me in a way that I often fantasized about. All of the sudden I relished in that we were having a Dominant/submissive relationship via Secrets. He was my Master and I was his slave. It was thrilling. It was a fantasy being shared with someone else. I’d never had that before. Besides, it wasn’t like I was cheating, it was just the internet.

Dren did often ask about meeting and real, physical play. But something inside me screamed that I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t cheat on my boyfriend. After all, I knew he would never do that to me. Cheating on me would take his attention off those damn games. It would, however, be nice to feel wanted.

One night while at work, my phone buzzed. It was Secrets with a message from Dren. He wanted to know if I’d like to have dinner with him. I contemplated hard before answering the question. It didn’t take long to come to a decision. I was going to be off early and my boyfriend would be working late. Good enough reasons. I said yes to dinner.

Our meeting place was to be a bar in a bowling alley. The same bowling alley where I had spent so many weekends with my coworkers. There was an arcade, a mini golf course, and a bar. I walked in the bar and saw a man sitting alone in a corner table. I made my way over, double checked that it was him, and took a seat. He was really cute. He was tall, wearing a baseball cap, a black sweater, and had the most intense brown eyes I’d ever seen. They were like fire to gaze into. Leaving me intrigued, but cautious not to stare for long.

Being my painfully shy self, I mostly just listened while he talked about past relationships, his career as a card dealer for casinos, and then asked me more questions about my current relationship.

I felt like I could trust him. Though intense, he seemed cautious, and that made me feel secure. Secure that he wasn’t going to murder me and chop me up into little pieces.

I nervously agreed to follow him back to his place. My mind was in a whirlwind of excitement and guilt. I tried to shove the guilt down. Dren gave me a ride to my car in his old, white pickup. I was amused at the fact that the passenger seat slid back so easily. Heaven knows what he did to get it like that, I wondered... He was so sensual. His presence, the way he talked, his body language constantly communicating subliminal messages. Like the way he kept stroking his cup at dinner, as if it was his cock. And the way he kept working the word hard into the conversation. He knew very well what he was doing. And it was working. I wanted him.

I parked on the street in front of his house and met him at the front door. It was a very nice house. Very spacious with two stories. He gave me a tour while he explained how he bought the house from his grandparents right before they died. He had a few dogs and a female roommate who lived upstairs. We made our way to his bedroom and sat on the bed. He let me smoke some of his weed and offered me a whip it. I was too nervous to try the whip it. I let him talk while my mind raced with feelings of guilt, doubt, and uncertainty. What was I doing here? I couldn’t imagine Rob ever doing something like this to me.

What are you thinking? Dren interrupted my thoughts.

I think I should go. My thoughts overcame me like a flood at the moment.

He paused, and an expression of hurt appeared on his handsome face.

Ok. Did I do something wrong? he asked, confused.

No, not at all. I’m just starting to feel really guilty. I answered, feeling bad for making him think that.

We’re not even doing anything …

I know but if feels like something’s gonna happen and I just can’t -—

It’s ok hon, he cut me off. Keep this blunt and we’ll keep talking, ok?

Ok, I whispered. It was all I could say.

He gave me a hug. He was so warm. So strong. I now wanted to kiss him but he walked me to the door. Walking down his driveway back to my car, I slipped on some ice and landed flat on my ass -- I was mortified with embarrassment. I was very grateful for the darkness as I could feel my cheeks flushing and turning bright red. I yelled back that I was ok, and quickly shuffled back to my car. What on earth was I doing?

Since I wasn’t even sure how to get home, I parked at a nearby grocery store to use my GPS. I took a deep breath, and my night’s event, combined with images of Rob, began to sink in. After the