Dark Encounters: An Interracial Romance

Dark Encounters AN INTERRACIAL ROMANCE ASPEN BERRY Copyright © 2023 by Aspen Berry All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Dark Encounters AN INTERRACIAL ROMANCE Actions have consequences. When a beautiful actress and her husband are attacked after a night out at the theatre, destiny comes to the rescue in the form of big, black, professional cage fighter, Antonne Armstrong. For Antonne, however, saving the wealthy couple involved a breach of parole and now the fallout sets in motion a devastating chain of events that are set to forever ruin his life. It was a good deed he did, and yet fate is punishing only him. Holding Louise and her husband accountable for his misfortunes, the enormous cage fighter is seeking restitution by any means necessary. And his sights are set firmly on the heavenly, tall, blonde, and seductive actress. Contents Prologue 1. To Mock A Killing Bird 2. Lawsuits, Litigations and Judicial Proceedings 3. Bottoms Up 4. A Most Ridiculous Proposition 5. It’s Who You Know 6. The Secret’s in The Sauce 7. When The Cat’s Away… 8. Rows and Columns 9. Payment in Kind Epilogue From the Author Also by Aspen Berry Prologue LOUISE “Smooth, ain’t she!” We roll gently down the highway in my husband’s new Lamborghini Huracan Evo Spyder, or something, the car he’s apparently wanted ever since his boss first showed up in his. Now that Doug’s made partner he’s been able to treat himself. “Hey, darling, watch this.” He presses a button on the console and the roof slides back, making my long blonde hair come to life in the breeze. He hollers and slaps the wheel just as a Megabus filled to the brim with staring teenagers wearing hockey jerseys moves easily past us in the middle lane. Aware I’m on display, I hitch up the neck of my halter in an attempt to conceal my cleavage from the gaping eyes above, futile as I know it will prove, and even the wind in my ears is unable to blot out the fists rapping against the glass and the perverted howls of horny, sex-starved young men. Steam clouds upon one of the windows and a hand hastily cleans it away before what must be an eighteen-year-old boy’s drooling mouth can press back up to the glass. I angle away and once again contemplate how having such large breasts is both a blessing and a curse. Doug prods up his glasses, clenches his fist and grins at the young men. “That’s six-forty horsepower, bitches.” A few seconds later we’re eating exhaust. I cough and blink away the sting. “Doug, why don’t you put the roof back and…” I decide against telling him to go faster as I know it would prove ineffectual. My husband is flashy, has been since he started doing the books for my drama school, but he lacks the balls to back it up. He does as I say and my blonde hair soon settles back against my shoulders. He reaches across the small divide to squeeze my knee with fingers that seem to be getting plumper with every passing week. “Nearly there, darling.” Regardless, it sends a small shiver of delight down my spine where it comes to settle in a certain spot that forces me to shuffle against the leather. It’s likely to be the only stimulation I’ll receive this night. * * * The theatre lobby is crammed with some of society’s upper crust here to see Valentino’s rendition of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons. Doug’s chest is puffed out because there’s nothing he loves more than showing off his wife to a roomful of men who can’t have me. After doing a lap of the room, his elbow tightens around mine and he guides me towards a middle-aged couple that just reek of money. “Doug,” the man calls as we approach, though his eyes, and those of his wife, are roaming only over me, “finally I get to meet the better half.” Blue eyes beneath a wrinkled forehead and gray hair manage to pull away from my breasts just barely contained within my red halter-necked dress for long enough to shake my hand. He lingers, despite the daggers I’m getting from his wife, and does so in a way that he somehow manages to make his forearm rest on his enormous belly that pushes out a solid gold belt buckle. “Well, Doug, aren’t you going to introduce me?” Doug puffs out his chest even more than he already was and at the same time makes his own stomach expand in a way that takes me almost by surprise. All those late night pizzas working to make partner has led to this. I’m twenty-seven years old. Is it all downhill from here? No wonder there’ve been problems in certain areas recently. “Excuse me,” he gestures between us, “darling, I’d like you to meet the founder of Carrington Accounting, Howard Carrington and his lovely wife Joan. Howard, Mrs Carrington, this is my wife Louise.” Howard Carrington, Doug’s boss, is still clasping my hand but finally lets go only because a waiter happens to pass holding a tray of champagne. “You, boy,” he snaps his fingers, “we’ll take those.” Howard snatches four glasses and passes them around, emptying the tray and dropping a dollar bill onto the same. “It’s not Dom-P but it’s damned passable, anyway,” his gaze is back on me, “so you’re the famous actress? Doug’s told me all about you.” I feel my cheeks burning up. “I wouldn’t go quite that far but I’m trying my best.” I’m the female lead in a low-budget cozy teen drama series that scores about a hundred thousand views on Hulu. Not once have I ever been recognized out in the real world so the word