Loraine vaulted up on her bed breathing heavily, rubbing her wrists. She quickly came awake looking around the sun lit room and inspecting her surroundings to make sure she wasn’t back in that horrid place again.
“Loraine, are you okay?”
“What?” She blinked repeatedly then settled her gaze on Riana, who stood at her bedroom door.
Riana’s thin dark brows knitted together as she stared at her. “Are you alright? I’ve been calling you, trying to wake you for the past five minutes.”
Loraine pulled her lips in a tight smile, drawing slow deep breathes through her nose. Was she alright? Hell no, but she wasn’t going to tell Riana that. The woman had gone through enough nightmares for Loraine to add her own onto her pile.
She nodded, pushing her hair out of her face. “Fine,” she answered breathlessly. “Why?”
Riana’s head reared back. She looked at Loraine with the ‘you’re kidding me’ look and Loraine knew she was forgetting something important.
Riana gave her a sarcastic smile and Loraine was sure whatever it was she was forgetting was about to get her a boot in the ass.
She shrugged. “Oh nothing at all. It’s just that my wedding starts in two hours and my maid of honor is still in bed!”
“Oh shit!” Loraine exclaimed jumping out of bed. “I’m so sorry. Bad hangover. I’ll be showered in five and ready for the glam squad.”
“Fine, just hurry. Guliana doesn’t like to be kept waiting,” she pulled the door shut as she left, leaving Loraine alone with the remnants of her nightmare.
She looked at the bathroom door with apprehension, instinctively wrapping her hand around her right wrist, expecting him to walk through it, her heart racing in her chest.
“This is ridiculous! He’s in Paris and you are in Rome with a security detail that rivals the President of the United States. Get a grip!” she chastised herself, stomping into the bathroom, turning the shower on and quickly getting her toiletry in order.
“Today is a great day…it has to be.” And for more than one reason.
After all the hell they’d been through, Riana and Allan deserved to have their happily ever after.
Two months ago, they both believed the other died when a psycho blew up Allan’s yacht. For two and a half years they believed they’d lost their soul mates and it was complete torture for the rest of them to watch the hell Allan and Riana went through. Riana had it easier or harder, whichever way one decided to look at it, because she had been pregnant with Allan’s child. A rumbustious little girl named Aurora, who’d just celebrated her second birthday on Allan’s new yacht that he named Mia Anima Gemella, meaning my soul mate, with his love for Riana in mind.
Loraine was one of the many who believed the notion of ‘true love’ was for those who lived with their heads in the clouds. But seeing her best friend suffer without the love of her life, and her happiness after they were reunited, it was hard to not believe in true love. But one thing she was sure of, only those who deserved it were blessed with it.
Did she deserve it? Maybe, maybe not… but considering how her life had turned out so far, she was more likely to attract another stalker than a soul mate, one who would truly love her for herself. To be loved like that, by anyone would be… too good to be true and very unlikely to happen to her. Hell, she didn’t get that kind of love from her own parents and grandparents so, yeah very unlikely.
“Cwazi Wowi, Jiana is waiting for you!” her goddaughter yelled, banging her fists on the bathroom door.
Loraine turned off the shower and stepped out. She was a little annoyed Aurora still called her ‘Cwazi Wowi’ but soon she’d have her retribution. The man responsible for that name was giving the bride away and she had a few choice words for him.
Most of the wedding party and guests had arrived a week after the bride and groom because Riana wanted to spend Aurora’s birthday alone, just the three of them. Loraine understood her. Allan had missed Aurora’s first birthday and so many other momentous things. He felt cheated and guilty and Riana thought having some time alone on that special day was what he needed. And she was right.
The man hadn’t stopped smiling since she saw him at the hotel lobby when she arrived. Not even the fact that they were staying in the Rome branch of the hotel that had ruined his life seemed to bother him. It was funny considering he owned it. She remembered he had grumbled for a month when Riana insisted they come back here—something about fighting their demons.
Loraine understood his apprehension. She’d done the same thing when she went back to Paris for culinary school. She even stayed in the same hotel and in the same room, determined to fight her demons. She’d stayed away from Paris for years, even after the danger was long gone, just to avoid those demons. Facing them had been a good idea when she got her acceptance letter from Le Cordon Blue culinary school, but now it was proving to be the biggest mistake of her life.
Thirty months in Paris, in the same hotel, in the same room and she’d survived without missing a wink of sleep. But when she came back to the States, she began to relive that horrible day every single night and she didn’t understand why. And it wasn’t making things easier now that she lived alone.
“Maybe I just need a vacation,” she mumbled to herself as she combed through her wet hair, “Yeah. A month in peace and tranquility, that’s what I need.”
Aurora ran back into Loraine’s room like the little whirlwind she was and grabbed the bottom of Loraine’s robe, separating the front.
She quickly grabbed the two sides together. “Watch it you little hellion or you’ll be seeing more than you’re ready for!”
Aurora kept her hold on the robe, as she pulled Loraine toward the door. “Yody says hawy up!”
Loraine gently pulled her robe free of Aurora’s grip. “Alright I’m coming.”
“Now!”
“Now! Geez Louis!” she yelled back picking Aurora up by the waist and hanging her upside down on her shoulder as she made her way out of the room.
Aurora giggled, chanting, “Pin, pin!”
“No spinning unless you want to clean up the breakfast she just had,” Riana warned.
Loraine quickly put Aurora down. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”
“Infine, finally,” Guliana exclaimed pulling Loraine forward and pushing her down into the chair in front of the mirror. “Quick, fix her hair and makeup. There is not time, hurry, fretta!” She barked at the two ladies who stood behind her and they jumped into action like soldiers at a drill. Guliana had been Riana’s stylist in Venice almost three years ago. She was the one who put Riana in a golden dress for dinner that apparently had all the men’s jaws dragging the ground and women glaring daggers the entire night, or so Riana says. Her best friend didn’t exactly do over the top sexy so Loraine had a hard time believing her but the disappearance of that dress did convince her some. She’d only seen that dress once when she was helping Riana arrange her closet and Allan was the chief suspect for its vanishing into thin air. Loraine never took him as a magician but he was the jealous type. So it was probably cut up into little pieces then burned or buried. “Do something about the bags
Reno walked up the aisle toward the groom and the best man. Most men would be nervous about signing away their freedom but Allan looked completely relaxed. In fact, he looked like the ceremony of thirty of their friends, family, and Allan’s business associates was nothing but a formal party. He had no fears of the bride bolting or the nervousness that came with signing away a man’s bachelorhood for the responsibilities of a family. He looked quite ready to get the entire thing over with, without the least bit hurry to say the ‘I dos’ so that he could start breathing again. Reno remembered feeling that same way on his wedding day. It had been a small affair with a pastor and two of his resort managers standing in as witnesses. Neither of them had family in New Providence nor could he afford the plane ticket out for Riana. He’d felt like his life was about to take the next step to a wonderful journey. Like finally things were starting to go right in his life. How wrong he’d been. The o
They had spoken the night before about Ruiz. Allan hadn’t met him yet but he’d invited Ruiz to be one of his groomsmen to even the number out. Reno had been roped into being a groomsman too, though he preferred to act as the father of the bride for the night and nothing else. He’d helped raise Riana and he wanted to watch her live her special day and not risk ruining it.The pit of his stomach still churned knowing she was about to be married. He was scared that her marriage wouldn’t work out and he didn’t want to watch her heart break for another two and a half years over the same man. His stomach churned for another reason too—he didn’t want to share his sister. He hadn’t realized how much he missed having her around until she left Bahamas for the States.His little sister was getting married, and it made him as nervous as hell!“Reno, how are you?” Allan greeted them with a smile.Reno smiled back. “Great, but this guy is so nervous he’s beginning to annoy me,” Reno stood to the si
Loraine watched the couples’ first dance with mixed emotions. She was truly happy for them, but yet again she was envious. Riana stared up at her husband like a gold digger would stare at a fifteen carat diamond; like he was complete perfection and the best thing in the world. And Allan—this is where the envy came in—looked down at her like there was no one else in the world but her. Like she was his center and his life line and nothing else existed but her. God, why can’t I find a guy who looks at me like that, with so much love? This was one of the things that she always knew, wished she could teach her parents and grandparents: that true love and happiness didn’t come from money. Considering how fake and sad her grandparents’ marriages were, one would think it was self-explanatory. She wrapped her arms around her mid, hugging herself tightly. Between the nightmares about the psycho and lacking that special someone since, she felt so alone. The feeling drowned her. She chuckled t
Are you kidding me! She thought feeling the corded muscle under her hand. A resort owner should not be this buff! What reason does he have to keep his body so perfect!“True, but the only reason for that was because we were both worried about Riana.”His shoulder flexed under her hand and the grip on her hand tightened, swallowing her hand completely.She held back a groan, from pure sexual agony. He keeps this up, and I’m going to be like a bitch in heat!When he went silent, she gave in and looked up at him. He was staring to the side, a shy smile playing on his lips, and when she followed his gaze it was settled on Riana. She was cuddled in Allan’s arms, her head on his chest, her eyes closed and a sweet smile on her lips. She looked content and at peace, happy to be in his arms.“She doesn’t resemble the lost girl she was two months ago.”Reno grunted his response.
Reno was ready to kill Loraine for laughing but the confused stare Riana gave him had him frozen. What exactly could he say? ‘I didn’t want you to know him so I didn’t tell you his race?’Reno knew Riana was only following his lead when he’d asked their mother never to speak of that man. That day, he’d walked in on their mother trying to explain things to Riana and he heard the loving way she’d said his name and that was all it took for Reno to lose his temper and forbid their mother from ever mentioning him in their home again. She’d tried to reason with him, but Reno had just come from an all night shift at a textile factory and had only four hours before he had to be at his other weekend job. He was bone tired and his patience was shot worrying about everything, including wondering how he was going to finish high school, if the bills kept piling up. The last thing he needed to hear was the reason as to why he had to work to h
Loraine dropped her bags at the door, feeling every minute of the long and uncomfortable seven hour flight in her body. And of course the guilt of taking off and leaving Reno sound asleep in her bed. She pressed the heel of her palms against her closed eyes. Damn, she really thought she could do it this time. She’d felt it—the lust, the desire. She’d even felt safe in his arms… it was Reno, Riana’s big brother. He would never hurt her. And I know that! Her thoughts screamed. But the moment all their clothes were gone and his large body crawled over hers… her muscles stiffened and her joints locked in place. Suddenly she couldn’t breathe. She felt suffocated and held down, completely trapped by his huge body. The panic rose, tears flooded her eyes and she began to cry. Reno launched off her so fast he tripped but stayed on his feet after clumsily backing away from her. She sat up, pulled her knees to her chest and hid her shame filled face in them as she cried. It had taken seeing t
Loraine watched her father as he paced in front of her in the living room cursing up a storm. Her mother on the other hand, sat next to her, moving between nervously wringing her hands and smothering Loraine with hugs—which she particularly didn’t mind at the time, considering the situation.She liked this kind of mothering—her mother had her wrapped in a blanket, filling her with cup after cup of tea that was meant to calm Loraine but didn’t seem to have the desired effect on herself. The kind of mothering Loraine didn’t like was the nagging her mother called training to be a proper lady worthy to be married to American royalty.Loraine had called her debutante ball her auctioning ceremony where all the other fathers could examine her like a horse and see if she was befitting for their sons before one of them put her on reserve until said son was ready to marry.Such bullshit! It was so ridiculous that sometimes she wished she didn