All Chapters of Taste Like Forbidden : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

❈ ❈Riley Pov❈ ❈ I slipped out of Jayson’s massive bed while he was still snoring softly, my heart racing like I’d robbed a bank. His ugly girlfriend Cassie could wake up any minute. I wasn’t about to get caught. I quickly threw on my dress, stuffed my heels into my bag, and tiptoed out like a thief in the night. The morning air hit me cold as I ran barefoot down the long driveway. *Shit. I completely forgot about Mila.* I didn’t even order her an Uber last night. I flagged down the first taxi I saw, heart still pounding from the wild night. When I burst back into the club, the place smelled like spilled alcohol and regret. And there was Mila, knocked out on one of the VIP couches, mouth slightly open. But that wasn’t the worst part. Cassie was sleeping on the couch opposite her. “What the actual fuck?” I whispered. This bitch really slept over waiting for someone to come pick her up? No self-respect at all. I shook my head at my own hypocrisy and gently tapped Mila’s shoulde

❈ ❈Riley Pov❈ ❈ The Lamborghini’s taillights disappeared down the street as Mila drove off. I stood outside my apartment building for a second, still buzzing from the book signing and that risky quickie with Jayson in the hallway. My body was sore in the best way, but my mind was racing. I shook my head and headed inside. The second the door closed behind me, I kicked my heels across the living room like they offended me. My dress hit the floor next. I walked straight to the bathroom completely naked, turned the shower on as hot as it would go, and stepped under the water. The steam filled the room while flashbacks hit me hard — Jayson’s hands gripping my thighs, his thick cock stretching me against that wall, the way he groaned my name when he came inside me. I bit my lip and let my fingers slide between my legs for a minute, replaying it. I stayed in there way too long before stepping out, skin flushed. Still dripping wet, I grabbed my phone, angled it in the mirror, and

❈❈Riley Pov❈ ❈ I spent the entire next day pretending I was fine. I sat at my desk with my laptop open, a fresh cup of coffee beside me, determined to write at least three solid pages. But every time I tried to focus, my mind drifted back to the park bench, to Jayson’s angry face, to the way his body had reacted when I touched him. I hated how easily he was getting under my skin. By afternoon, I gave up and called Mila. “You busy?” I asked when she picked up. “Never too busy for you. What’s wrong? You sound… weird.” “Nothing’s wrong,” I lied smoothly. “Just bored. Want to grab lunch?” We met at our favorite café. Mila spent most of the meal telling me about her father’s latest ridiculous demand at the company. I laughed in all the right places and dragged Cassie some more, turning last night’s fight into a funny story. Mila believed it. Or at least she pretended to. But when I got back home, the silence hit me again. I poured a glass of wine and stood by the window, watching t

❈ ❈Riley Pov❈ ❈ I buried myself in work, forcing out chapter after chapter even when the words felt dried on the page. My apartment smelled permanently like coffee and takeout containers, and every time my phone buzzed with Jayson’s name, I either ignored it or replied hours later with cold, careless answers. At least, that’s what I wanted him to think. But in reality, I reread every message before answering. Pathetic right? I told myself this was necessary. Distance,control and a reminder that whatever was happening between us had crossed too many lines already. But every time I closed my eyes, I remembered the way he looked at me on that terrace, Like I was everything he ever wanted. That was the dangerous part. Not the sex, or secrecy. The feeling? Gosh, I hated it. By the third night, I was already spiraling. I ended up at the rooftop bar with Mila and a few of her friends, pretending I still knew how to have fun. Loud music pounded through the place while city lights g

❈ ❈Riley Pov❈ ❈ The silence in my apartment was deafening. Mila was still sitting on the couch, eyes wide, like she’d just realized she pressed a nuclear button. Jayson stood frozen near the door, staring at us with a look I’d never seen on his face before — raw, conflicted, and pissed. I wiped my lips slowly, heart hammering, but I forced a smirk. “Well… that happened,” I said, voice light like I didn’t give a fuck. Jayson let out a short, humorless laugh like he couldn’t believe what he just saw. The sound did something weird to my chest. His eyes stayed locked on my mouth for a second too long before dragging back up to my face. Jealousy looked good on him. And honestly? A toxic little part of me enjoyed it. Maybe because I’d spent the entire morning staring at engagement photos that made me feel stupid and replaceable. For once… he looked just as messed up over me as I was over him. That realization alone felt dangerous. Mila let out a nervous laugh. “Okay… I’m way too