Not many people know this but I did not come into this world alone. My twin sister Rinah (Christina OW) and I are different in so many ways. But we both possess the desire to create, and crazy imaginations too. I think looking alike and creativity are the only things we have in common. She has a new book coming out on October 30th by Secret Cravings (did I mention we also have similar publishers). Its called HER VENICE AFFAIR, fancy name huh? Well read the synopsis and first chapter and preorder it. I know you are going to love it. Riana and Reno Albury came to America with their mother Cora Davis who ran away from her New Providence home after she was confronted by her lover’s wife. After their mother’s death and Reno’s deportation, Riana is left alone in NYU. Life seems to only gets worse when she finds her roommate and her boyfriend having sex in her bed. Distraught and tired of always been the good girl, she takes a billionaire up on his offer to go to Venice with him. What could possibly go wrong?
Riana Albury stood frozen at the doorway of her bedroom, stunned. She couldn’t move her legs let alone avert her eyes from the scene that played before her. The shock had her rooted to the floor. Her eyes bulged out, her mouth ajar, a buzzing noise in her ears and diner on the floor after slipping through her stunned fingers.
And yet one thought filled her mind. A porn production studio would pay top dollar for the noises Claire was making. Not only the noises but the moves she made on Steve- evident by his horse-like grunts- as she rode him like a professional horse rider.
What did the call them… ah yes, jockeys.
Riana turned to the floor to ceiling mirror. Steve had insisted on her getting that room just because of it. Claire was leaning over him, one hand pressed to his chest the other behind her holding onto something between his legs, her chestnut hair in his face and the breast free of Steve’s hand swaying in sync with her hair.
Claire made a shrieking noise and arched her back forward, throwing her head back. Steve rose, both his hands occupied- one on her breast the other between their bodies- grabbing the swaying breast in his mouth and sucking hard on her nipple, making Claire scream. Then he made a low shout, pushed Claire up with his hips and fell back on the bed taking her with him.
Riana turned back to look at their sweaty flushed bodies still in a daze. After a few minutes of her standing there and them finally catching their breaths, they began to laugh, Claire rolling off Steve’s body.
“That was wonderful,” she purred.
“Yeah, better than last time. Claire, you are a dream come true.”
She turned to face him and pushed up on her elbow, “It’s the least I could do. I feel sorry for you because I know Riana will only let you fuck her missionary style.”
Riana felt her chest push forward as if her heart was trying to escape the stabbing pain from Claire’s words.
“Damn, how long have you guys being dating… six months?” she declared like it was an amazing fact. Then she fell back on the bed, “Six months of boring sex? I admire your strength.”
He snorted then quickly rolled on top of her. “I was her first and it would have been a fucked up move if I didn’t stay in the relationship. From the moment I saw her, I wanted to screw her. Damn she has a body to kill for.”
Under him, Claire turned on her belly, the pushed up on all fours forcing Steve to move up on his knees. The buzzing grew to a bell ring in Riana’s head, her heart pounding faster against her ribs.
“Wait, so you made her your girlfriend to get between her legs and you think leaving her after she gave up the goods was a fucked up move and what we are doing isn’t?” She laughed, “I like you style.”
“And she’s paying the bills leaving me all the free time,” he slapped her ass making her shriek with laughter, “to fuck you.”
Claire laughed, “You are a bastard.”
Steve’s hips jerked forward making Claire whine. “And you are a bitch, fucking your roommate’s boyfriend.”
“You don’t love her.”
He chuckled, “Never claimed I did. But I do love her tight innocent pussy.”
“Steve, stop.” Claire turned her head, trying to look past him, “what’s that hissing noise?”
Hissing noise? Riana paid attention to the noise. It was coming from her. Was she seriously hyperventilating?
I am not having a panic attack! Riana chastised herself.
Steve turned around. His eyes grew wide and his hips stopped moving, “Babe!”
Claire scrambled away from him off the bed, pulling the bed sheet with her, “Riana, how long have you been standing there?”
Too long, Riana thought as she took in a deep breath trying to calm herself. That’s how long she’d been standing there watching her roommate and her boyfriend, betray her.
Steve quickly pulled on his boxers and moved towards her, “Babe, it’s not what you think. You know I love you. Claire is just a fuck.”
You know I love you. His words rang in her head, clearing the haze but building the blur in her eyes.
Was she really that stupid? How could she be so blind? He was using her for her money, her home… she felt her body cringe with disgust. He was using her body for fun. When he looked at her he saw nothing but her tight innocent… she cringed again.
“You never loved me?” Riana cried facing him.
Steve closed the distance between them in three easy strides, “Oh babe, I do love you.”
Claire’s snorted. “Sometimes Riana, I can’t believe you got a full ride to NYU. Don’t be naive!”
Steve turned to her, his eyes narrowed to slits, “Shut the fuck up Claire.”
She let out the most evil laugh Riana had ever heard. “It’s the truth. The genius- and I use that term loosely- didn’t know we were fucking, in her bed, for four months!”
Four months, in my bed! Riana felt like she’d been punched in the gut! “Oh God no!” she doubled over, pressing her hands on her knees as she struggled for breath.
“Babe,” Steve started, placing his hand on her shoulder. The contact stung.
She jerked away, “Get the hell off me!”
Steve took a step back, “babe, please…” He begged his face showing exactly how panicked he was.
If she hadn’t heard them laugh at her, she would have thought the panic was because he was afraid of losing her. No, he was afraid of losing his carefree easy going life.
Riana shook her head, dislodging the tears in her eyes. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t stand to look at them for one more minute. She needed to get out, to breathe.
Without another word, she ran out to the living room then out the front door. She didn’t even bother to take the elevator. She pushed the door to the stairway open and ran down the steps, crying, to the lobby. She ran into the streets and straight into a bus, seconds before the door closed. She didn’t know where it was going, all she knew was she needed to get away from them.
She took the seat in the back then she leaned forward and cried her eyes out.