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CHAPTER NINETY FIVE: PARIS
KekeyPThank you all for taking the time to read Raine. I appreciate you for being patient as I was not always prompt with the posting of my pages. I also thank you for sticking through the beginning of the story, as it was a little slower in pace. And I hope all you nasty minds enjoyed the dirty scenes!
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I have it all. The dream job, the nice car and an overly large house. The only responsibilities I have, are to myself. There is no spouse for me to report to, no children to take care of. I am free to do whatever I please. And that’s exactly how I like it.Most women my age, the age of twenty eight, are scouting around for the perfect man that is going to be there for them emotionally and physically. They are looking for the legendary one to build with and grow old with. I on the other hand, could give zero fucks. I’m not looking for marriage or a white picket fence with kids running around in the front yard. I don’t need a man to take care of me, because I’ve been doing perfectly fine on my own. In my eyes, men are only good for one thing, and that’s the use of the member between their legs. When I want a man, I can go out and get one. They come in all shapes and sizes. When I find something I like, I stop at nothing until I get it. And for a few hours, it belongs to m
RAINE CHAPTER TWO: ALMOST TYPICAL DAY
My day starts at 6:30 am sharp. After my guests for the night leaves, I like to have thirty minutes to myself. I get a chance to lay out, watch the sun rise from the large windows of my bedroom. The whole world is gone for those thirty minutes. Every once and a while, I’ll doze back off. That thirty minutes is my peace. By seven, I am up, moving around. I start off by taking a hot shower, washing the sweat and the cologne of a man from my body. I proceed around the house, letting my skin air dry. I have a cup of coffee, choose my outfit for the day, and dry my hair. From there, I finally get dressed, and head out for the day. I like my privacy. So it’s only natural that my place would be isolated from the rest of the world. I have a two bedroom home, very modern, located on the top of a hill, overlooking the city of San Francisco. I am closed off from the neighbors, a rather large tan gate surrounding the property. Being a very successful black woman has its perks. You pro
RAINE CHAPTER THREE: TEAM QUALITY
Before leaving the board meeting, Mr. Davis stated that he would send a detailed email in regards to things he was expecting us to do if we wanted that spot. The first thing I did was go into the office, pull up the work email once again, and be disappointed that nothing had come yet. I didn’t have time to dwell, or just sit and wait. I had another meeting to prepare for. There was a project that had come in yesterday, before my fun filled night. A new nightclub opening up in the city. It was right up my alley and I was interested to see what my group could come up with. I opened the drawer to my left, pulling out a black binder that held all the information I needed to present the next project to group. Along with that, was a short presentation as well. Like young school kids, the seven members of my team walked into one of the smaller meeting rooms in a single file line. They each found a seat in black fluffy chairs and stared up at the white board, knowing that was wh
RAINE CHAPTER FOUR: ANDRE CANYON
Fifty five degrees and I am out here showing off my legs, arms and cleavage. Though I felt chills here and there, I didn’t regret my choice of clothing. Sexiness is something that I wear day in and day out. And I can only imagine what people were thinking about me, when they saw me withstanding the cold. Listen, if you can be sexy wearing turtleneck sweaters and jeans, great. That is good for you, but for me, I love showing the skin. I am comfortable in my skin, so why should I show it? Why shouldn’t I walk around it, letting everyone see? Why does what I wear affect other people? In my mind, I say it because they're jealous. They don’t have the balls to wear what I wear, to wear it so proudly, so confidently. In my eyes, it’s what makes me stand out. I had lunch at the same place every Tuesday, with the same person. I heard my heels hitting the concrete with every step I took, tightening the black thin trench coat around my body. The walk was short. It only took five minu
RAINE CHAPTER FIVE: NIGHT OUT
Bubbles. Bubbles make everything fun. If I had to admit, bubbles were the one thing that made me childish. I enjoyed bubbles in my hot bath, with a glass of champagne, bubbles at the top. And with soft music playing in the background, I blew the bubbles off my hands, watching as they flew back in the water that I had submerged myself in. The heat brought my body ease and helped with the slight soreness of my feet. That’s what I get for wearing those heels. I tossed my feet over the side of the tub, hearing the water swish around me, a few drops falling from my small toes into the while tile of the bathroom floor. I took a sip of my drink as I stared off into space, thinking of the night to come. First off, what was I wearing? The black dress was always a safe pick, but tonight I was feeling a little daring. What do young men these days like? Short and revealing. Lord knew I had plenty of that. What about colors? What catches their eye? My mind wandered to the cute blue dress that I ha
RAINE CHAPTER SIX: BAD APPLES
I guess the universe decided that I wasn’t prepared to handle two guys at once. Matt, Shane and I stayed at the club till 2 am, closing time. When we walked out into the cold dark air, I was under the impression that both of these boys were going to be climbing into the back seat of the cab with me, but to my surprise, Shane bailed. He made up some excuse, stating that he had class in a few hours. He rambled on about how tired he was already and how staying up even later would be a bad decision. I was a bit disappointed. After all, Shane was the one that I wanted the most. Matt wasn’t the greatest, but I had spent all of my time and my effort on him, no way was I going home alone. The drive to my home was hot. Young Matt had wandering fingers and those fingers somehow found themselves between my legs and in my sacred place. In and out they went, two fingers at time, at a slow pace. He was teasing, he was getting me ready. I didn’t mind. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have opened my legs wide
RAINE CHAPTER SEVEN: BAD APPLES 2.0
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