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Authors: Kenya Wright
Tags: Erótica, Literature & Fiction
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just head to the car. The blanket had been a four dollar deal at Goodwill, the bottle just one of many I filled with breakfast smoothies. As far as the umbrella, there'd already been a five-dollar charge for if I wanted to leave the thing there and not return it to the beach rental’s office.
A nine-dollar loss is not worth going back into the lions' den.
And they were lions, bad pick-up lines or not. They were the kings of their pack, rich, sexy, and utterly over-confidant. I was sure the photography line worked on many women, hoping to just get a few seconds in their presence. Maybe the guys shared the women or something. I could sit for hours thinking about the sensual things these two did to spend their days.
They’re odd, but hey, who am I too judge? Either way, they won't be sharing me, but they definitely will be splitting my bill.
Released on November 22, 2013
www.KenyaWright.com
FLIRTING WITH CHAOS
Prologue
“Sometimes it’s okay to kill, if you’re saving someone else in the process, Rainbow.” Dad wiped my tears from my face with bloody hands. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Do it for Daddy. Pull the trigger.”
And I did.
Chapter 1
Eve and the Apple
Five years later.
I’d been washing blood off of my hands for five years. It was time to stop swimming through guilt and make a go at being normal.
Tonight I would lose my virginity to my best friend, Jude. He didn’t know and it didn’t matter. He was tan muscle wrapped around a sex fiend with blue eyes that made the Caribbean ocean jealous in spring. Even worse, he knew it. Once I’d joked that more women walked into his bedroom and spread their legs than at a women’s health center. He’d winked and proudly agreed.
Jude will say yes. Stop worrying.
The difficulty rested on me, and whether I could lock my heart and emotions into a steel cage where nothing could slip in or seep out while we shared the most significant moment of my life.
I can. No big deal, right?
Once summer was over, I would return to art school. He would go into the studio and produce his first album. Our lives would return back to normal, and neither one of us would regret tonight. Our friendship would remain intact.
“Don’t over-think this.” I crossed my fingers on both hands for added luck.
My driver, Thompson, drove the town car along the path between lush hedges manicured in the shape of musical notes and stopped the vehicle in front of Jude’s and his dad’s gray stoned mansion. I did a quick check in my compact mirror and realized my blue contacts still covered my eyes. “Shit.”
Jude hated the contacts as much as me. Mom didn’t demand I wear them. If I chose not to, then she would simply nag me about how much better I would’ve looked with the blue contacts on and how she wished I would take her suggestions. She claimed to like my actual hazel eyes but believed blue contacts complimented my caramel complexion, which seemed to be the only thing about me that pleased her. Her skin was dark like chocolate, but I believed she didn’t see the beauty in her skin like me. Regardless, I did whatever she said, since she paid the bills. I wore the blue contacts and straightened my naturally curly hair whenever I dealt with her. Hence, why those horrid blue things covered my eyes now. I’d just finished having a quick lunch with Mom before seeing her off to the airport.
“One must maintain their appearance at all times, darling.” Mom had tossed her blond weave over her shoulders and blown me an air kiss like we were best friends versus the reality—lackey and master, overbearing mom and subservient daughter. “Stay to yourself these six weeks while I’m gone. Phones and cameras are everywhere, recording and judging. We don’t need any extra attention.”
Thompson turned off the car, got out, and headed to my door. I sighed as those blue contacts sparkled back at me in the mirror. “Well, I can’t take them out now.”
My hands weren’t clean
A nine-dollar loss is not worth going back into the lions' den.
And they were lions, bad pick-up lines or not. They were the kings of their pack, rich, sexy, and utterly over-confidant. I was sure the photography line worked on many women, hoping to just get a few seconds in their presence. Maybe the guys shared the women or something. I could sit for hours thinking about the sensual things these two did to spend their days.
They’re odd, but hey, who am I too judge? Either way, they won't be sharing me, but they definitely will be splitting my bill.
Released on November 22, 2013
www.KenyaWright.com
FLIRTING WITH CHAOS
Prologue
“Sometimes it’s okay to kill, if you’re saving someone else in the process, Rainbow.” Dad wiped my tears from my face with bloody hands. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Do it for Daddy. Pull the trigger.”
And I did.
Chapter 1
Eve and the Apple
Five years later.
I’d been washing blood off of my hands for five years. It was time to stop swimming through guilt and make a go at being normal.
Tonight I would lose my virginity to my best friend, Jude. He didn’t know and it didn’t matter. He was tan muscle wrapped around a sex fiend with blue eyes that made the Caribbean ocean jealous in spring. Even worse, he knew it. Once I’d joked that more women walked into his bedroom and spread their legs than at a women’s health center. He’d winked and proudly agreed.
Jude will say yes. Stop worrying.
The difficulty rested on me, and whether I could lock my heart and emotions into a steel cage where nothing could slip in or seep out while we shared the most significant moment of my life.
I can. No big deal, right?
Once summer was over, I would return to art school. He would go into the studio and produce his first album. Our lives would return back to normal, and neither one of us would regret tonight. Our friendship would remain intact.
“Don’t over-think this.” I crossed my fingers on both hands for added luck.
My driver, Thompson, drove the town car along the path between lush hedges manicured in the shape of musical notes and stopped the vehicle in front of Jude’s and his dad’s gray stoned mansion. I did a quick check in my compact mirror and realized my blue contacts still covered my eyes. “Shit.”
Jude hated the contacts as much as me. Mom didn’t demand I wear them. If I chose not to, then she would simply nag me about how much better I would’ve looked with the blue contacts on and how she wished I would take her suggestions. She claimed to like my actual hazel eyes but believed blue contacts complimented my caramel complexion, which seemed to be the only thing about me that pleased her. Her skin was dark like chocolate, but I believed she didn’t see the beauty in her skin like me. Regardless, I did whatever she said, since she paid the bills. I wore the blue contacts and straightened my naturally curly hair whenever I dealt with her. Hence, why those horrid blue things covered my eyes now. I’d just finished having a quick lunch with Mom before seeing her off to the airport.
“One must maintain their appearance at all times, darling.” Mom had tossed her blond weave over her shoulders and blown me an air kiss like we were best friends versus the reality—lackey and master, overbearing mom and subservient daughter. “Stay to yourself these six weeks while I’m gone. Phones and cameras are everywhere, recording and judging. We don’t need any extra attention.”
Thompson turned off the car, got out, and headed to my door. I sighed as those blue contacts sparkled back at me in the mirror. “Well, I can’t take them out now.”
My hands weren’t clean
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