Semua Bab RAINE: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Kale has my right hand in his. He leads me down the hallway to the master bedroom. I take in his back muscles, loving the way they look in his button up shirt. Our steps are small, and it seems like it's taking us forever to reach the door. My heart is beating out of my chest, my throat is dry, and I can’t find the words to say anything. I look over my shoulder. Shane is following behind us. His eyes lock on to me as he begins to fidget with the top buttons of his shirt, slowly loosening them. The fabric separates, slowly revealing his chest. Are my eyes bulging out, because they feel like they are. It’s not in fear, but in anticipation. Is this really happening, or is this a type of revenge, maybe humiliation? What truly is going to happen behind these doors? We stop at the end of the king sized bed. I allow them to step closer to me. Kale is in front, while Shane stays behind. Shane is the first to reach out and truly tough me. His fingers found my wrists, gliding up my arm, over

I waited patiently for Mr. Davis to finish his phone call. He asked me to see him at the end of my day, and that time came fast. Quality Advertising was more than halfway done with our work with Mr. Spencer and Paris, I was sure he called me here wanting to check in on our progress and the client. He hands up his office phone, his body then leaning further back into his office chair. He stares at me, a slight smile on his face, but he doesn’t speak.This causes concern. I felt like I was in trouble, only I didn’t know what I had done. “How are things Raine?” He asks, his voice low. I smile. “Great. Why do you ask?” He sighs. “Something was brought to my attention this morning… and I wanted to speak to you about it, before I decide the best punishment for your actions.” Now, I was really confused. “My actions? I’m sorry sir, I don’t understand.”“This morning, a preppy little blonde from your team tells me that you are sleeping with two men that you work with…” Preppy…little…blon

I ignored the whispers and watchful eyes of those who worked on the same floor as I did. I walked around acting the same as I did any other day. Strong, confident, and unphased. I did my rounds, made small talk with a friendly smile that never left my face. It was a good call to have Shane paired up with Jose. The two were close in age and so far, seemed to match well in the terms of working together. Though curious, no one asked what happened. They understood that if I didn’t bring it up, it was not a topic to be discussed. The end of the day is coming, with only twenty minutes to go. I appreciated my alone time in my office, finding myself staring outside yet again, my mind going over everything that seemed to be going wrong in my life at the moment.I understood that I was the cause. 

KALE’S POV When you look into the night sky, there are numerous stars in the sky. Without a map, or prior Astronomy knowledge, you can’t really tell one from the other. Mr. Davis refers to Raine McClaren as a star. He was wrong. She was the moon in a sea of stars. In the middle of a crowded room, everyone dressed to leave an impression, you can find her. Her energy is the biggest. She shines the brightest. In mid conversation with Mr. Davis and some of his other colleagues, talking about golf of all things, caught my attention. There is a big entry way into the dining hall.

I allow myself to slip underneath the warm bath water that surrounds me. My lungs are filled with minimal air. I do not hesitate to open my eyes. The water doesn’t bother me. I am in search of complete silence and the answer to all of my problems. Shane’s face suddenly appears in my view. My body is pulled from the water by his strong hands, one finding placement on my shoulders and the other at my waist. “What the hell are you doing?” He asks, as I let out a cough. “I was fine until you startled me,” I breathed out. He pulls my head inward towards his chest, and I allow him to hug my wet and naked body. The water didn’t seem to mind him. I took a deep breath. “What are you doing?”“I’m hugging you,” he sighs, his chin resting on my head. “Why?” “Because it seems like you need it,” he responds. I blink slowly. I don’t hug him back, but I don’t remove myself from his arms either. My body is clean. My face is no longer covered in dry tears. I stalk into the living room wearing a