Her Venice Affair novel Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Allan's lips parted in a sinister smile. "You are smart! If only your brain was working when you were fucking my girlfriend. Yes, I am firing you. And Theresa, if you haven't caught on yet, it also means our relationship is over."

Theresa's jaw dropped open, forming a large, deep red 'O'. Riana heard the gasp from the crowd that seemed to have grown in number.

Note number two, never cross Allan Sinclair. Riana squeezed his side, hoping he'd understand her. The embarrassment in front of all the people who mattered in society was enough punishment. If he cut them down another foot, they would never survive it.

"Is there a problem here?"

"Oh, damn!" Loraine groaned next to her. Riana couldn't have said it any better. The dragon lady-known better as Mrs. Nicholas-had landed. Shit just got worse.

"Yes, there is a problem." Theresa pointed a painted, red fingernail at her. "I want this thing fired!"

"What?" Loraine and Riana exclaimed at the same time.

The dragon lady gave her a cut nod. "Immediately, Miss Davenport!"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Loraine yelled.

"Mrs. Nicholas, I did nothing wrong!" Riana protested, pulling out of Allan's embrace.

She tipped her chin up with an air of self-importance. "That doesn't matter. You are relieved of your job Miss Albury. You too, Miss Larson."

"She did nothing wrong!" Riana exclaimed.

Riana felt Allan tuck his fingers in the waistband of her trousers and pull her back against his chest. "It doesn't matter. I'll find you other jobs."

"But-" Riana blurted.

Loraine moved closer to Theresa. "Or you could just pay our bills. I have no qualms living off my best friend's new boyfriend. He's a billionaire you know." Theresa's face turned beetroot red, her fists clenched tightly at her sides in pure rage. With a satisfactory smile, Loraine gave her a salute and walked away. "Come on guys, let's blow this joint."

"Wait!" Riana barely got the word out before Allan dragged her away.

After collecting their things from the company van, they joined Allan and stood outside with the doorman, waiting for Allan's limo, and all Riana could do was pace nervously.

"I knew this was going to happen. I mean, when a day starts with the worst finals paper that ever existed in the world, as if it had been sent straight from hell to torture me, to catching my roommate riding my boyfriend like a freaking horse into oblivion, and now I'm fired from a job that took me months to find. Here I am, with no income, no place to live...with absolutely nothing! I don't even have my books to study for my last paper. And of course I'm going to fail that too then I'll have to-"

"I thought you've never had sex?" Allan questioned, interrupting her rambling.

"Oh she has, but judging from her description it sounds more like scratching an itch than sex. Right, Riana?" Loraine piped in.

"Thank you so much, Loraine, now I'm going to think something is wrong with me because I was never satisfied. Well according to Claire, something is definitely wrong with me because I apparently only like missionary style like some damn nun on a Sunday. If I do prefer said sex position, I should have felt a lot more than pressure and impatience for the whole damn thing to be over. Steve was the experienced one, he should have taken the initiative to spice things up but nooo, he only thought of number one! When he was under Claire, he made noises he'd never made with me and he let her come first which he's never done with me-"

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