Excerpt from the book - page 66
In the meantime, Luciana had called her aunt in the city
to let her know she was in town and that she would be coming over soon and
visit with them. No mention of staying there or anywhere else, as Luciana was
contemplating staying at a hotel for a while until she could figure out how and
where she was going to live and with who.
She had saved plenty of money to pay rent to someone and
the options were wide open for her to decide whatever was best for her and her
mission to be discovered as an artist in this city filled with thousands of
dreamers who wanted to be successful and recognized as a great artist or
painter.
Still tired and not wanting to go out yet and visit
family, Luciana decided to go back upstairs and lay down a spell. Thinking of
her Tia Maria’s spell, strange things have been happening in her life, that
have never happened before. It was like she was on a track of ecstasy and
romance no matter where she went but so far, it was confusing as there was no
man, yet, in her eyes or under the spell.
So far, the romance has been all around her and lots of
people fucking each other, but so far, the only one who got a charge out of the
spell was Freda, who worked wonders with her tongue and fingers while massaging
Luciana’s body this morning, something had gone wrong with the spell as it has
been more than 24 hours since it was cast by Tia Maria and it was only good for
72 hours. She was worried the spell would wear off before she found her true
love.
Time passed and while sleeping, she had another dream
that was little bit more erotic than before. For some reason, she dreamt that
there was someone hiding in the house.
Someone who lived there, perhaps in the basement or lower
level where Freda had said for her to never enter alone or without permission
from Roxy. The stairway leading to this area below ground was painted or
stained red, a deep crimson red and was locked by a big wooden door that had a
pentagram painted on it. Even Luciana knew, the sign of the devil.
About 4 pm a car pulled up to the house as Luciana was
looking out the small bedroom window. She recognized the man standing there to
be Jeff. He must have had a slow day or maybe it was his day off and he was
done for the rest of the time.
Either way, the car he drove was a black Mercedes S550
coupe. It was a beautiful car. She had never seen a fancy car like that up
close before and when he parked it, she couldn’t help but notice how sleek and
sexy that car was. She watched him as he undid the front gate latch with a
click.
The element of surprise was never sounded as he rang the
doorbell instead of using his keys. Thinking he might have forgotten his keys,
she figured Freda would answer the door and let him in. Indeed, Freda yelled
out loud, “Jeff is home, so make sure you are dressed before you come down the
stairs.”
Now that Freda announced Jeff’s presence, there was no
chance in hell he could quietly entering the house. Moments later, Luciana could
smell cigarette smoke.
It reminded her of her teenage years when Rick and her
would sneak away and smoke somewhere where they couldn’t be seen. Instead of
smelling incense, she was annoyed by the smell of smoke as she didn’t like it
and the fact her great-aunt, Bianca, died from the cancer, caused her to resent
it even more.
There were two bathrooms in the house. The bottom
bathroom was very handy to the back door and was easy to access without anyone
seeing you enter or use it.
Strangely, the back door was never locked unlike the
front door that was always locked. It made no sense but this wasn’t her house
and the rules were those of Roxy who owned it.
About 10 minutes later, Roxy came home. She went to the
bathroom downstairs near the back and slipped off her skirt and her top,
leaving just her purple lace bra and undies on her. She knew Jeff was home
because his car was parked outside. If
he knew she was home, he would come down the stairs and go be with her.
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