Page 51 of Never Gonna Lie (Forbidden #2)

Chapter Fifty-One

RAVEN

I watch as that bitch from the restaurant and lingerie shop strolls toward James with an older man attached to her arm. A wave of jealousy washes over me as I watch her approach him, but my anxiety eases when James steps back.

“What’s going on?” Mia nudges me, gesturing over at James, Theo, and Professor Anderson—I didn’t know he was friends with him.

I shrug. “I don’t know, but I don’t like it. That’s the nasty woman that I’ve bumped into too many times now to be a coincidence,” I muse.

Mia hums next to me, watching the scene unfold with me. “Oooh, did James just clap back at the old dude?” she laughs, a hand coming up to cover her mouth.

“Well, considering he looks like he’s about to blow a blood vessel and James is looking smug as sin, I’d say that’s a yes.”

Getting turned on at the sight of James in his CEO role gives me an idea. “I’ll be back,” I tell Mia .

She grins. “I’ll find my own way back home.”

I laugh and make my way to the bar. I order another soda, I don’t want it, but I need to be in James’s line of sight. Propping myself against the bar, I wait for him to look my way. It doesn’t take long, probably only seconds, before his blue eyes land on me.

Waiting him out, not breaking eye contact, he finally makes his excuses and strolls over to me. The closer he gets, the more my panties dampen in arousal.

I turn my back on him, facing the bar when, “Don’t you look stunning,” is whispered in my ear, the heat of his body warming my back.

I smirk. “I’m sorry, sir, do I know you?”

A growl rumbles in his chest. “Is that how we’re playing it, pretty girl?” He runs a finger down my spine, and I shiver. “Want to play pretend strangers? For me to take you into a closet and fuck you like the little slut you are?” he whispers, his breath warm on my face.

“Yes,” I breathe out. “Please.”

“How much does a slut like you charge, hmm?” he muses. “Someone as filthy as you can’t be cheap. But you’d take everything I give you, wouldn’t you?”

“Uh, huh.” I nod. His dirty talk has me clenching my thighs together to ease the ache, but it only makes it worse. “It's more than you can afford, though.” I smirk.

James takes a step back. At least he still has half a brain cell and remembers we’re in a room full of people. Keeping his tone low, he continues. “You sure about that? Cause I’m pretty sure my little slut would let me do anything I wanted to her for free.”

Now it’s my turn to take a step closer. I reach for the napkins just behind him, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “Why don’t you find out? ”

James hums in approval. “Meet me at the double doors in five minutes.” With that, he walks off, leaving me a panting mess.

I wait five minutes, getting wetter and wetter as each second passes. At this rate, I don’t think James would need to touch me for me to come. I quickly walk through the ballroom; luckily, no one stops me as I arrive at my destination.

I glance around but don’t see James. I walk farther down the hallway, passing deep alcoves with statues, when someone grabs my arm, pulling me into an alcove. I go to scream, but a hand clamps over my mouth.

Flashbacks of the alleyway assault my senses, and I start fighting until I hear a voice say, “It’s just me, baby.”

I relax into his hold almost immediately, my back to his front. “You scared me,” I whisper.

He chuckles softly. “Sorry, had to get you somehow.” His hand roams over my dress and down to my apex. “Now, where were we, slut? Something about fucking you?”

I nod my head as a moan leaves my lips.

“Gonna need you to keep quiet, don’t want anyone seeing me ruining this pretty cunt of yours,” he says, voice full of desire.

“Hmm,” is all I can say, worried that if I open my mouth now, I won’t be able to keep quiet.

James spins me around and has me up against the wall, and my legs wrapped around his waist, before my brain can keep up. I grab a handful of his hair and pull him into me, slamming my lips against his in a bruising kiss of all teeth and tongue.

My body feels like it’s on fire. My clit is throbbing, desperate for him to touch me .

“This is gonna be hard and fast, pretty girl,” he whispers against the shell of my ear as he undoes his belt and unzips his trousers, freeing his cock.

He pushes my panties to the side, sliding a finger through my slit before he lines himself up and thrusts into me. James slams his lips down on mine to stop the scream that wants to escape and pumps into me, harder, faster.

I grip his shoulders, my back scraping against the wall, and my heels digging into his back. The fact that we could get caught any second just makes this hotter. James swipes a finger over my clit, and I detonate, biting his lip as I come. He groans low before thrusting into me one last time.

He slowly lowers me back to the ground and puts my panties back in place. I cup James’s face and lean in for a kiss. “I love you,” I whisper against his lips. I know he won’t say it back, and I don’t expect him to.

He pulls back, his eyes heated. He goes to say something, but I put a finger on his lips, stopping him. “Please don’t ruin this.” I smirk. “Your track record is quite lengthy with saying the wrong thing after.”

James chuckles and nods his head.

“I’m going to the ladies’ room. I’ll see you back out there.” I wink and brush past him, checking to make sure the coast is clear before walking out of the alcove and toward the toilets to freshen up.

It takes me a few minutes to find where I need to go, the labyrinth of hallways and rooms confusing me. I clean up as best as I can, but my panties are ruined, completely saturated from mine and James’s combined releases.

Exiting the cubicle, I go to wash my hands when a door opens. I glance up and see the bitch standing in the doorway, a smug smile on her face, and her arms crossed over her chest.

What is it with this woman and bathrooms ?

“Can I help you?” I mumble, my good mood quickly vanishing.

She drops her arms and saunters toward me, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. “No, but I can help you ,” she says.

I raise an eyebrow, wondering where she’s going with this.

“I told you he wasn’t interested, but you didn’t listen,” she carries on.

I blink, my body frozen.

She pulls out a folded-up envelope from her clutch and hands it to me. “Maybe now you’ll back off and stop throwing yourself at what belongs to me,” she sneers.

I take the envelope, my hands shaking as I remove photos—photos of her and James kissing in his office. Each one gets worse, and tears blur my vision.

No, he wouldn’t do this. He wouldn’t. Would he?

We’re not exclusive. We haven’t put a label on whatever we are. I’ve just been staying in his house and letting him fuck me while he’s been fucking around with other women. The proof is in my hands.

My chest aches as tears run down my cheeks. “Why? Why are you doing this?” I ask.

She plucks the photos out of my hand, placing them back in her bag.

“Because, sweetie. He never belonged to you, and now you know. James is my fiancé, so kindly take your skanky ass and leave us alone.” She flips her hair over her shoulder and walks out of the bathroom, leaving me in a pool of despair.

Fiancé?

My mind can’t comprehend what just happened.

My breathing jerks as I start to feel faint, a panic attack well on its way.

Without thinking, I rush out of the bathroom and toward the nearest exit, bumping into people along the way, but I don’t care.

I brush the tears from my eyes as I run to anywhere but here .

“Raven,” I hear a voice call, but I keep going.

I need air.

My throat feels like it’s closing in, choking me as I fight through the tears claiming me. A relieved sob escapes me as I see the green exit sign. I push through the door and gulp in the night air when a cloth covers my face, and I black out.