All Chapters of Taste Like Forbidden : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Sickness

I woke up feeling like death had run me over twice. My body was burning up and freezing at the same time. My head felt like someone was hammering nails into it. I tried to sit up but the room spun so bad I had to lie back down with a groan. “Fuck… my life,” I muttered. My phone was blowing up on the nightstand. Missed calls from Jayson. Texts too. I didn’t even open them. I just turned the screen face down and closed my eyes again. I couldn’t deal with him right now. Not when I felt this weak. Absolutely not when my brain still felt overloaded from everything that happened the past few days. I must’ve drifted off again because the next time I woke up, it was darker in the room. My throat was dry as hell and my body ached like I’d run a marathon. I reached for my phone with shaky hands and typed a quick message to Mila: **Me:** *hey i’m fine don’t worry* I deleted it before sending it. I hated sounding weak. A few minutes later I heard the front door open. Only one person had a s

What Are We?

The knock came again. Slower and heavier this time. Not impatient or angry but certain. I stared at the door while my phone lit up beside me again with Jayson’s name across the screen. My head was still buried in Mila’s lap, fever making everything feel too warm and too far away at the same time. The apartment smelled faintly like medicine, lavender lotion, and the soup Mila had forced me to eat earlier. “You want me to get rid of him?” she asked softly, fingers still tangled in my hair. I swallowed. Part of me did. The other part — the messy, self-destructive part — wanted to see if he actually came because he cared or because he couldn’t stand losing control of me. Another knock echoed through the apartment. Mila sighed quietly. “Yeah, okay. That’s definitely not a man planning to leave anytime soon.” I let out a weak laugh that turned into a cough. “Don’t die before I open the door,” she muttered. “That would be super inconvenient for me emotionally.” She carefully moved my

What If We Were Meant To Be

[Jayson’s P.ov] I couldn't even remember driving home. One minute I was standing in Riley's bedroom watching Mila brush hair away from her face like it was the most natural thing in the world, and the next I was pulling into my underground parking garage with my jaw locked so tight it hurt. The entire drive was a blur of red lights, traffic, and frustration. I kept replaying the same image over and over again. Riley reaches for Mila hand. Not mine. By the time I stepped into my penthouse, I was already annoyed with myself. The place was exactly the way I had left it that morning—clean, expensive, quiet. Usually I liked the silence. But tonight it felt suffocating. I loosened my tie, poured myself a drink, and walked over to the windows overlooking the city. The skyline stretched endlessly beneath me, all glass and light and money. Normally it reminded me why I worked so hard. Tonight it just reminded me how fucking empty everything felt. My phone buzzed against the counter.

Our Free Time

Mila was still asleep, curled up on her side with one arm hanging off the bed like she'd completely forgotten where she was. I stood there for a second longer than necessary. Her hair was a complete mess. I wouldn't lie, and her cheek had pillow marks on it. She looked nothing like the polished, hot mess bitch she usually was and somehow that made her look even prettier. "Eww. Okay, that's weird," I muttered to myself. I set the plate on the nightstand and leaned over her. "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty." Mila groaned dramatically and buried her face deeper into the pillow. "Five more minutes." "You said that three hours ago." "Then clearly I need another five." I laughed. The sound must've fully woken her up because she blinked at me and smiled. A real smile and not the flirty ones she threw around when she wanted something. Just... warm and for some reason it caught me off guard. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked. "Like what?" "Like you're

Jayson And Mila

The morning light and air felt softer than usual. Mila and I had spent the last couple hours just vibing — eating the leftover pasta, watching dumb TikToks, and talking shit about everything except the complicated stuff hanging between us. She looked at the time on her phone and groaned. “Ugh, I gotta head out soon. I have an early meeting tomorrow and my dad will kill me if I show up looking like I got hit by a truck.” I leaned against the kitchen counter, watching her gather her things. “Don’t die while I’m gone,” she said with a smirk. “Rude,” I shot back. “At least pretend you would.” It was supposed to be a regular best-friend hug. Quick. Casual. But it lasted one second too long. Her arms stayed tight around my waist. My face pressed into her shoulder. I could smell her perfume mixed with my shampoo. Neither of us pulled away first. When we finally did, we didn’t look at each other for a beat. “Text me when you get home,” I said, trying to sound normal. “Yeah,” she

Jayson And Mila

[Riley Pov]Saturday morning hit different when you had something to look forward to.I'd spent the night before making sure my apartment looked like I wasn't a complete slob. Dishes washed. Bedroom straightened. Fresh flowers on the kitchen counter — because apparently that's what people do when they are trying to impress someone, even if that someone was Mila, who'd seen me throw up from bad tequila and still loved me anyway.The text I'd sent them both was simple: Come over this weekend. We need to figure this shit out.I didn't know if they'd actually show up. But around 5 PM on Saturday, my doorbell rang.Mila walked in first, looking stunning in a black crop top and jeans, holding a bottle of wine like it was an offering to the gods. She took one look around and smiled. "Okay, so you actually cleaned. Points for effort."Two minutes later, Jayson arrived. He was in a casual gray hoodie and dark jeans — the kind of effortlessly rich-guy aesthetic that made me want to punch h

The Three Of Us

[Riley Pov]My fingers flew across the keyboard, the words pouring out like they always did when I had something real to say.She was sandwiched between them. His cock deep inside her while her tongue worked the other man's shaft. The way her body responded when they both moved in sync — one fucking her while the other fucked her throat — was absolutely primal. No thinking. No walls. Just three bodies chasing the same high.The girl moaned around his length, tasting salt and her own arousal mixing with his. Behind her, she could feel every inch of him hitting that spot that made her see stars. Her hands gripped the sheets, her hips pushing back, demanding more."Fuck, you're perfect," one of them groaned.She pulled back just enough to breathe. "Harder. I want it harder."And they gave it to her.I leaned back in my chair, reading what I'd just written. My pussy was genuinely throbbing. Writing about what we'd done last night was hitting different when it was based on actual exp

Plus One

[Riley Pov]The beach was perfect. White sand, blue water, that kind of sunset that made you feel like you were in a movie. Mila and I had rented a cabana for the day, just the two of us before the main party started at Thomas's place tomorrow.We were in the water, splashing around like kids, when I heard a familiar voice behind us."Riley?"I turned and froze.Jayson was standing at the edge of the water with Cassie, both in designer beach wear. His face went through like five different emotions when he saw me — surprise, confusion, then something I couldn't quite read.Mila grabbed my hand underwater. A small squeeze. A reminder.Cassie walked toward us with that fake smile plastered on her face. "Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up at our beach day." She tilted her head. "I thought I warned you about this man. Guess you didn't listen."Mila turned to me and raised an eyebrow. "You know, it's so interesting how some people think their opinions matter when literally

The Hidden Act

[Riley Pov]The beeping wouldn't stop. It was relentless, and aggressive. The kind of phone noise that makes you want to throw the device out the window.I groaned and rolled over in Mila's apartment, my entire body sore in that good way that comes from four days of non-stop sex, dancing, and drinking. My head was pounding like someone was using it as a drum set.The beeping continued."Make it stop," Mila mumbled from beside me, her arm thrown over her eyes.I reached for my phone on the nightstand and squinted at the screen. The brightness made me wince.Thirty-seven messages. My editor. Twitter notifications. Instagram DMs. TikTok. Everything."What the fuck?" I muttered, scrolling through some of the messages.**This is disgusting. How could you do this? I thought you were better than this, Riley. Slut.**I was confused until I saw the message from Jayson. There was a video attached.My heart dropped before I even clicked it. But I did click it anyways.And there it was. Me

Just Us

[Riley Pov]The knock on the door came around 7 PM. I was still in my pajamas, Mila was on the couch with her laptop, and we were both pretending like the past 48 hours hadn't been absolutely insane.I opened the door and Jayson stood there looking like he hadn't slept in days. His hair was messy. His clothes were wrinkled. There was something hollow in his eyes."Can we talk?" he asked.I looked at Mila. She nodded.He came inside and just... sat. Didn't take off his jacket. Didn't get comfortable. Just sat on the edge of the couch like he might bolt at any second."I saw the video," he said quietly."Yeah," I replied. "We know.""I sent it to you because I thought you should know it was out there," he continued. "Not because I wanted to hurt you.""We know that too," Mila said, her voice soft.Silence stretched out between us. The kind of silence that says a lot of things that nobody's saying out loud."So..." Jayson started, then stopped. "You were with Thomas. At the party."

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