All Chapters of RAINE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

             My body seemed to come alive as I awoke from my deep sleep. I felt a chill climb up my spine as I felt a cold breeze sneak underneath the white blanket that surrounded my naked body. The night was probably cold, but I hadn’t noticed from the amount of alcohol in my system and the quickie I shared with an unknown man. I yawned, followed by a stretch, before I opened my eyes. I stared up at the white ceiling, seeing light. It appeared that the sun was out and shining bright. I looked over at the clock. 7:45. I reached out to my night stand, grabbing my cell. Had Alisha called? Yes, multiple times. I pressed redial. She answered quickly. “Raine!” The tone of her voice unmasked her worry. “All is good.” I replied, my words sleepy. She chuckled, more in relief than humor. 

I had my game face on. I didn’t want to do anything that would draw suspicion to myself, but it seemed that Karen was the one who could see right through it. I walked around on the floor, glancing over my team’s shoulders at their work, making small talk. It was an attempt to keep my mind occupied. Every so often, my eyes would glance over at the door, out the hall at the elevator. I was waiting. When was Kale Spencer going to come waltzing through that door? “Are you okay Raine?” She asked, when I made my way to her work space for the third time. “Yes.” I answered. “Why do you ask?” Her small head was raised up, eyes on my face. “It just seems like… something is bothering you?” Damn her for wanting to be just like me. It means that she watched my every move. I took a deep breath. “I am not sure if you guys heard the news yet or not, but Kale Spencer is in the building.” The men of my group looked annoyed, while the females looked excited. He was an eligible bachelor and I was sur

I am not the healthiest person, contrary to what people believe. I am just blessed with genes of an African Princess and a metabolism from the Gods. Ha. I wish. I don’t know where my metabolism comes from, but it works fast. And genes are also something that contributes to my small body type, but I can’t say it’s from some African Princess, but looking at me, people would probably believe it. I eat junk food just as much as the next person and with the amount of alcohol I partake in, you would think I’d have a bit of a belly, but I don’t. I’m either sitting down or constantly walking around. It’s usually fifty-fifty. I do spend a lot of time dancing, and I also partake in swimming here and there. I guess the combination of all these things help me to keep my figure in shape. When it came to the employee Field day, I wanted to be sure that I blew everyone out of the water. I wanted them to leave with the same impression of me that they had originally walked in with. Raine McClaren, she

I couldn’t help but to let out a sigh as we finished in last place yet again. With that, we were now at the bottom of the food chain. This was something that I was not used to. While everyone began to pair up for the egg challenge I took the time to go across the street to a convenient store and grab a Gatorade. I was losing interest in this day and everything was starting to irritate me. On my way back to the park, Andre approached me. “I was wondering where you disappeared to,” he started, as he stood at my side. “I just… needed a break from all of this.” He looked at me as if he were reading between the lines. “You know what,” his voice went up an octave as he squinted his eyes at me. “I think your team is doing really great.” “Yeah,” I said with a forced chuckle, eyeing him. “That’s why we are in last place.” I don’t know why he even bothered trying to lie. He put his arm over my shoulder, staring me in the face. “Why do you care so much about winning?” He questioned me. Not

What a bore, I thought as I stood on the balcony of some expensive ballroom the company had rented for a night of fun after the games. Everyone was so good, on their best behavior, talking very professionally. I hated it. No big clients seemed to have made an appearance, so it was mainly me and the people that I see every day, Monday through Friday. After a few hours of playing nice, I had excused myself from the table and went out for air, sneaking a bottle of beer out with me. Maybe I would have had more fun if Andre had stayed, but after spending the day with these assholes, he had better things to do. For the most part, the large balcony was empty. I shared the space with four other people. I stood at the railing, staring out over the city. This was another great view that I wouldn’t forget. After a long hot day, the moon was full and that air was chilled. I did my best to not shiver. I was not ready to return inside, facing those people I couldn’