Set in Atlanta, GA Real Secrets is the story of Tamara Roman, a professional dancer in the exotic night club “Secrets.” As a single mother and long-time girlfriend to her son’s father, Darren, her loyalties to dancing and family life are tearing her apart. When an explosive encounter between her and Darren turns violent she must decide if she will continue in an abusive relationship or escape further into the world of stripping.
Tamara rose quietly next to him and reached out her hand to shake the extended hand of Helene and Paul. The meeting had not lasted for 20 minutes, but Tamara couldn’t be happier.
“It was very nice meeting you once again dear and maybe we can get together for a ladies day to get to know one another a little better,” Helene offered as she escorted her son and his conquest to the door.
Paul gave his son a look and patted him on the shoulder, “Son you will be in contact?”
“Yes Dad,” he said giving his father a loving hug.
“Tamara it was my pleasure, make sure you take care of my son. He has a tendency to get himself into troubles that he can’t get out of sometimes,” Paul said with a giggle out of character for a man of his stature.
“I will Mr. Matthews,” Tamara replied with a shy smile. It was something about the older gentleman that she liked, despite the air of arrogance.
Hunter walked Tamara to the Explorer and opened her door for her. Leaning in he kissed her passionately, pulling back and looking her in the eyes he whispered “I love you,” and went in for another more passionate kiss before finally pulling away.
“Hold on, let me say goodbye to my parents,” he replied and ran off before she could comment. Tamara wondered what he needed to say to them that couldn’t be said in front of her. She was feeling self-conscious. Then it all became suddenly clear, but she would bide her time and wait until they were home to confront him.
Hunter saw the concerned expressions on his parents’ faces as he ran back to the door.
“Hunter, you know this isn’t right,” Helene began.
“Mom,” Hunter began letting out a brief sigh, “Please don’t start now Mom. I’ll call you and we’ll talk.” He kissed his mother on the cheek and pulled away from her strong embrace.
“No, you’ll come back and no later than tomorrow. I don’t buy that hogwash about deadlines. You are dodging a bullet that won’t miss next time,” his mother warned looking him coldly in the eye.
Hunter turned to his father and saw a note of compassion and concern in his eyes. Paul gave his son a lukewarm hug and turned to walk into the house. With his arm around his wife, he escorted her into the house ahead of him and closed the door before Hunter could say another word.
On the drive home Tamara and Hunter were quiet once again, each lost in his or her own thoughts. When they pulled up in front of the house Tamara didn’t get out of the car. Hunter looked over at her before opening his own door noticing that she was very upset.
“You didn’t tell them did you?”
“Tell them what Tamara?” Hunter asked.
“Don’t play with me! You didn’t tell your parents that I was black did you?” she shouted.