All Chapters of RAINE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I'm not sure if I was the only one feeling this way, but sitting here with these three men was causing my armpits to sweat. Any of them could say something that could make this breakfast a nightmare. Shane and Kale sat across from each other, while Mr. Davis sat across from me. The rustic square table we sat at seemed too small for all four of us, and I wasn't just referring to our sizes, but our attitudes. There was something in the air, and it felt like war."This waitress sure is taking her time isn't she," I murmur underneath my breath. In my head the faster we got our food, the less talking and eye intimidation that would take place, and likely that we would only be here a mere thirty minutes. "So, Mr. Harley," the old man was the first to speak up. "You've been with us a few weeks now, how is it going working with Ms. McClaren." 

SHANE’S POV She’s very clean. I can think of a few young women off the top of my head who looked as if they were very clean and organized people, but being faced with their rooms and or households you were quick to learn that wasn’t true. Raine always wore the right, tight clothes. The things that she knew fit with her body well, that would make her stand out, no matter where she was or who she was with. I noticed that she played with colors, her makeup always matching the same shades as her clothing.She was a heel girl. Though she wore them all the time, I could see the relief she got from the very short foot massage I gave her. She thrived off coffee, and being the smartest person in the room, or at least pretending to be. She was tough and didn’t scare easy. She was als very dedicated to her career. These are all things that any person could gather about her, if you just watched. But when it comes to me, I did more than just watch. I observed, deeply. If she wasn’t going to

RAINE’S POVSo, maybe I felt worse than I let on. Though my stomach seemed to be settled, there was an annoying pain in my head, and my legs ached as if I had been speed walking all day. Not only that, but I found myself suffering from these unwanted hot flashes. When I awoke, I thought I’d feel refreshed, but that wasn’t the case at all. My body felt heavy and sweaty. The two men that I seemed to be caught in between were also unexpectedly at my side.Yes, they said that they would stay, but I honestly figured it would be too much for one or both of them, and they would leave. I guess I wasn’t so lucky.I didn’t eat much, just a few spoonfuls to bring my taste buds back to life. It was hard to stay focused on my meal with Kale standing over me. If this was his idea of keeping a watchful eye on me, it was really unsettling. I go to put the lid back on the clear round container, just before clearing my throat to speak. “How was the rest of your brunch with Mr. Davis? I’m sorry to hav

I feel the sunlight hitting my face, warming my skin. The blanket which first kept me warm while I had a fever now felt suffocating. I struggle to free my body from its thickness. Immediately, I felt lighter. I use my index fingers to rub the corner of my eyes before slowly batting them awake. I fill my lungs with air, before I slowly sit up, hearing the soft whispers of voices. The cushions of the couch hold me in place as I turn my head towards the kitchen, where two men move about in the kitchen as if already familiar with it. I crack my neck, before getting on to my feet, already aware that the body aches I felt seemed to have melted away in the night. Though I can’t exactly hear their words, I could tell there was no reason for me to feel alarmed at the fact that they seemed quite chummy with each other. I looked away from them, as I found myself shuffling towards the large windows bringing light into the room. I stared out the glass, seeing the sun was working its way up to its

RAINE’S POVMaybe it was good that I got sick. I am always living life on the fast lane. Always busy with work, or with one of my playthings… Rest didn’t come easy, and I hardly welcomed it. To me rest was a thirty minute swim, multiple glasses of wine before bed, and my regular five to six hours of sleep. In the last 72 hours I have gotten more sleep than I’ve had in months. Looking at myself now as I prepare for a hopefully successful Saturday night, I look rejuvenated. My dark skin looks to be glowing all on its own. A natural beauty is what I will be tonight. I put a little highlight underneath my eyes and on my nose. I use my index finger to lightly pat a rich lipstick the color of mocha to my lips. I pop my lips a few times, making sure every area is properly and evenly covered. “You are one beautiful…” Beautiful? Because you’re beautiful. Ah god, Why am I remembering his words? I close my eyes and inhale, and for some reason, I feel… butterflies? I am confused. Everyone t