Her Venice Affair (The Albury Affairs)

HER VENICE AFFAIR

The
Albury
Affairs 1

Christina OW

Erotic Romance

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HER VENICE
AFFAIR

The
Albury
Affairs 1

Christina OW

Copyright ©
2013

Chapter One

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 and her mouth was ajar. There was a buzzing noise in
her ears and dinner from her boyfriend’s favorite Thai restaurant that was two
subway trains out of her way spilled onto the floor after slipping through her
fingers.

And yet, in all the chaos, only one thought filled her
mind—a porn production studio would pay top dollar for the noises Claire was
making. And not only for not only the noises she made but for the moves she
made on Steve as well—evident by his horse-like grunts he made as she rode him
like a professional horse rider.

What did
they call them…ah yes, jockeys
,
she thought.

Riana turned around 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 and the other behind her
holding onto something between his legs, her chestnut hair in his face, and the
breast that was 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 with one hand on her breast, the
other between their bodies. He grabbed the swaying breast in his mouth and
sucked 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 and Claire rolled 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 heart push forward in her chest as if
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. Like a newly discovered,
terminal disease. 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 for at least a little while. 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, and then 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 and leaving me all the
free time,” he said as 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. For too long she’d been standing there watching her roommate
and her boyfriend betray her.

Steve quickly pulled on his boxers and moved toward
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 so 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 earlier, she
would have thought the panic was because he was afraid of losing her. But no
longer. She knew now he was only 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,
and 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 six flights of steps in
her apartment complex to the lobby, crying. She ran into the streets and
straight onto 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.

* * * *

Riana wiped her wet cheeks dry before she knocked on
Loraine’s apartment door. She couldn’t let Loraine see her tears. Right now,
she couldn’t take being told ‘I told you so’. She’d always suspected the two of
them.

She and Loraine had taken the same art course at New
York University, and that was all they had in common. But it didn’t stop them
from being best friends. Loraine was a party girl and her studies came second.
For the three years Riana had known her, she had never seen Loraine miss even
one party advertised on the notice boards. But she had no problem missing
lectures and Riana didn’t mind getting notes for her in exchange for stories
about her exciting escapades. Sometimes Riana envied her relaxed life. She
might be that relaxed if she had parents to pay for her studies and didn’t live
in the constant fear of losing her scholarship for making one stupid mistake.

So for Riana, studies came first, then her job, and
finally her social life. Riana’s chest tightened. The only social life she’d
had was her unfaithful boyfriend Steve.

She should have listened to Loraine.

 
The one time
Riana had let down her hair and gone to a party, she’d invited Claire and Steve
along. Loraine had only spent two minutes in their company before she’d told
Riana that they were screwing behind her back. Riana had just laughed it off to
Loraine’s overactive imagination. She’d loved him and he loved…

“Oh, God.” Riana’s head dropped, hitting the door with
a loud thud as fresh tears burned the back of her eyes

Claire was right. She didn’t deserve a scholarship.
She was the dumbest creature to ever exist!

The door flew open and Riana stumbled forward. She
grabbed onto the door frame to keep from falling face first on the wooden
floor.

“Riana…what the hell?”

Riana looked up at her one, true friend. She opened
her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She shut her mouth then tried again,
but this time a sob escaped. Riana covered her face with her hands and let the
threatening tears flow.

“Oh, no.” Loraine hugged her, back stepping into the
apartment then she pushed the door shut. “You caught them in the act, didn’t
you?”

She nodded, keeping her shame filled face covered with
her hands.

Loraine rubbed her back. “Don’t cry. They don’t
deserve your tears.”

Riana broke away from her and stomped to the two-
seatter
couch. She dropped onto it, pulling her legs under
her. “Just say it,” she sniffed. “I know you want to.”

Loraine sat next to her, a gentle smile on her face.
“Oh, honey.”

Riana cried some more, relieved her friend didn’t…

“I did tell you so.”

“Really, Loraine, really?” she shrieked, jumping off
the couch to pace in front of her. “You are supposed to be my best friend. The
last friend I have at this point, actually. Or am I wrong about that, too?”

Loraine stood up and pulled on her arm. “Hey! I’m the
only true friend you have and don’t you ever forget it. And as your best
friend, I need to rub reality in your face a few times to make sure you don’t
make the same mistake again.”

Riana dropped onto the couch again. She felt exhausted
from crying, from the pain in her chest, from feeling betrayed. From being so
darn stupid!

Loraine disappeared for a moment and came back with a
glass of water and something clenched in her fist. “Here you go.”

Riana took the glass and opened her hand to Loraine’
s clenched fist. “What’s that?”

She opened her fist and dropped the tablets in Riana’s
hand. “Antibiotics.”

Riana’s brows drew together. “What for?”

“You were sleeping with Steve and he is sleeping with
Claire and who knows what she’s been spreading her legs for.” Loraine shivered
in horror for effect, her face contoured in disgust.

If Riana didn’t find that thought scary, she would
have laughed along with Loraine. She tossed the antibiotics into her mouth and
washed them down with the water.

“Do you want me to get your stuff?”

Riana groaned, tugging painfully on her hair. God she
was stupid! “And take them where? Steve made me give up my dorm room so that we
could live together. I have nowhere to go, no place to put my stuff!”

One month into the ‘loving’ relationship and he’d
talked her into giving up her dorm room, going apartment hunting, signing a
lease for rent she knew she couldn’t afford, and accepting the first big
boobed
bimbo who applied as their roommate. All that plus
her virginity in the same damn bed.

Shit, she really was stupid and naive.

Loraine chuckled rubbing her back again. “You poor
idiot.”

Riana turned quickly toward her, wounded. “Hey!”

Loraine laughed louder. She pulled Riana into a bear
hug. “You are an idiot but you are also my best friend. You can take the spare
bedroom and I’ll go get your stuff.”

Riana pulled away from her. “I couldn’t do that
Loraine. That room is your studio.”

Loraine waved her concern away. “It’s fine. I’m not
cut out for art anyway. I only took the course to annoy my parents. What I
really want is to open a catering business.”

“Well, you do love to eat,” Riana chuckled, glad for
the change in topic. It was a reprieve from the discussion of how much of an
idiot she was. “What I don’t understand is how you always stay so skinny!”

Loraine winked. “Have you met my mother? It’s all in
the genes. But I do envy the curves you have.”

Riana felt a lump form in her throat. “Well don’t. I
don’t particularly like them right now,” she whispered.

“You are a Bahamian beauty and he is an asshole who
just made the worst mistake of his life. It’s a good thing it isn’t the end of
the month yet.”

Riana was confused. What did the time of the month
have to do with anything? “Why?”

Loraine’s lips spread in a knowing smile. “You haven’t
paid the rent yet.”