All Chapters of Claimed Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Leon’s POVI sat in our usual dark corner of Club Orion, the leather seat sticky and warm against the back of my thighs from spilled drinks and sweat. The heavy bass from the music thumped deep through the couch and straight into my bones, making it vibrate with every beat. Thick clouds of cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air, burning my nostrils and mixing with the sharp sting of expensive whiskey, sweat, and the sweet, sticky perfume of hungry strippers.My fingers tapped the cold, sweating glass in front of me. Ice cubes clinked softly every time I moved it. The whiskey inside tasted sharp and smoky on my tongue.I glanced at my watch again. The glowing green numbers stared back at me head–on. She should have been here by now. I scanned the crowded room slowly, eyes cutting through the flashing red lights and twisting bodies on the dance floor. My jaw tightened until the muscles ached real bad.This bitch should be here by now.“Are you expecting someone?” Victor asked, smiling wid

Ava’s POVThe night air felt real cold and heavy on my bare skin as I walked slowly back from the bar. My short dress kept riding up with every step I took, the thin hem brushing teasingly against the tops of my thighs. The cool breeze slipped between my legs, making me shiver a bit. I pulled the furry jacket tighter around my body, but the soft black fur did nothing to stop the chill that went deep down into my bones and made my nipples tighten painfully against the fabric.Two long straight weeks had dragged by since that night we fucked, and everything inside me felt dull, empty, and raw.For two damn weeks I had been avoiding Julian like my very life depended on it. I never went back to the club, even though my body still craved the red hot lights, the loud music, and the wild feeling of being watched by men. I stopped picking up his calls. Every time my phone rang, my stomach twisted into tight knot and my palms turned sweaty. I let it ring until it stopped, the silence afterward

Ava’s POV“End what here?” Julian asked slowly. He sighed heavily and looked down at me, dead serious. Not a smile on his face.I looked away fast, avoiding his eyes and his almost naked body. The white towel that still hung real low on his hips, barely covering him.“Let’s stop here,” I answered, my voice steady and cool, “like you do with your other girls.”I know I wasn't being true to myself but I have to act the part. Even though my heart burned for him, I knew it was rare for a man like him to leave his playboy life. Especially for someone like me who wanted marriage.“You kicked me out of my house,” I shouted, redirecting all my emotions. “Now I don’t know what to do! You’re making my whole damn life difficult!”My mind was going crazy. It wasn’t really about the fucking apartment. It was about him.“You can stay at my hotel!” he yelled back real loud, sounding so frustrated. “You could even stay here if you like. Ava, I don’t want to stop.”His voice cooled down a little. He s

Leon’s POVI sat at the table in the most exclusive bar in the entire city for a while now. The leather stool now felt cold and slightly sticky under my thighs. I sipped my whiskey, letting the sharp burn slid down my throat like fire and settled hot and heavy in my stomach, spreading heat through my chest.Right at that tipsy moment, I saw Bella walking slowly toward the bar. I turned on my chair to get the perfect view. Damn. She looked like someone in a bad mood. Her shoulders were tight and hunched forward. Her steps were heavy, each one hitting the floor like she carried something painful and heavy. Her face was twisted with anger, lips pressed thin, eyes narrowed and dark.She must have confronted Julian and found out he had been with Ava. She must hate him by now. She should. Only then would we be on the same page.I stood up fast, my shoes scraped loud on the floor. I walked over and sat on the stool right next to her. The wood creaked gently under my weight.Just as she was a

Bella’s POVI felt it at my ribs as my heart pounded real hard from just thinking about how risky this is. I pushed the door open, slow and quiet. The rich scent of polished oak in the office and Julian’s sharp, cologne hit me first, thick in the air, owning the whole room. Soft light poured through the tall windows, warming the dark leather chairs.His secretary had let me in too easy with a cool smile, thinking he was expecting me. I didn’t care when It just made everything smoother."Damn!! Stealing this is going to be so much easier than I thought." My mind screamed, thrilled as I scanned the empty office, my pulse pounding in my ears. No sign of Julian anywhere. Relief washed over me all over.I moved toward his desk, walking at ease, the thick carpet swallowing the sound from every step. A low hum escaped my lips as I started flipping through the stacks of crisp white documents. My fingers brushed the smooth surfaces of the papers, but none of them were the transfer documents fo