The Unmaking (The Rayne Whitmore Series Book 1) by Alanna Faison Read Free Book Online Page A

curiosity, questioning toward Damien as if she knows something I do
not.
                I don’t like it. There’s
tension here and to me it feels like there is something going on between them.
But, that can’t be right, D would never lie to me about something like that and
I knew that Selene doesn’t like men at all, so it couldn’t be any sexual
history between them. Still, what I’m sensing is making me uncomfortable. I
shift in my seat.
                “Sorry about that Selene.
I won’t keep her from you any longer. But-“ Damien pauses as he put back on his
sunglasses. “Perhaps, since you seem to be well traveled, you can fill our
Rayne in on some of the dangers of the world.”
                Huh? What was that? Was D
assuming she was taking advantage of me?
                “Damien, don’t be rude,” I
chastise him.
                He leans down and kisses
my cheek. I smell the Sean John cologne that he loves to wear so much. “I’m
sorry Ray Ray. I’ll be good. You just be sure that you are careful. Use good
judgment, with your heart and mind.”
                “I’m not going to hurt her,
Damien,” Selene tells him.
                He doesn’t turn around as
he takes off down the walkway. “You may not mean to, but sometimes the world
has other plans.”
                I look up at Selene and I
swear I see something shift in her eyes. Yet, my attention turns back to Damien
as he yells, “Fuck!” when he pulls on the door handle to his car, removes his
hand quickly, and starts blowing on it. With one more quick look up towards us,
he gets back in the car and speeds off.
                I open my mouth to ask
just what the heck is going on, but Selene reaches for my hand and helps me up
before saying, “Thank you for the breakfast.”
                I kiss her cheek and lead
her back into the house. “Thanks for last night, sexy.” She laughs and smacks
me on my ass.
                I don’t let it go that
easily though. “So, what was that about with D? Have you two ever had a
conversation that I didn’t know about?”
                She scowls but quickly
tries to amend her expression. “No, but he thinks he knows my type, that much
is obvious.”
                “Hmmm, well if that type
is super attractive, funny, loving, and wonderfully skilled in bed, then yes,
he’s got your type alright,” I tell her as I follow her into the bedroom and
she starts the shower.
                Selene laughs and to add
an exclamation point to what I just said, pulls her shirt off over her head and
stands naked in front of me, gracing me with the presence of flawless, smooth,
lightly bronzed skin. I don’t think I can ever get tired of the view in front
of me.
                “Well, Ray Ray,” Selene
starts, mocking the nickname that only Damien calls me. “If I fit that type,
then, he really has no idea. Look how sexually repressed he seems to be. Huge
muscles, sunglasses, permanent frown. He needs some sex like yesterday.”
                I laugh and shake my head
as Selene steps into the shower and closes the curtain. After a few seconds of
thought, I get up and go shower in the main bathroom down the hall. By the time
I finish, I hear Selene bumping Usher ’ s 8701 album through her
system and I watch quietly as she washes our dishes in a red half shirt and
black, laced, boy-short panties. Compared to me, Selene has more of a curvy
body. Her hair is a dark veil that is much longer than mine. She’s an inch or
two taller than my 5’6” frame, and her breasts are a little larger than my 36 b
cups. I take it all in, breathing deep as I examine my love. How’d I get to be
so lucky?
     
    Chapter Five
                B y nightfall, I realize that I haven’t even bothered to
check my phone. So consumed in the bubble of peaceful bliss that