บททั้งหมดของ Taste Like Forbidden : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

[ Riley pov]Mila had been thinking about this for a while.She'd mentioned it casually like a week ago — something about wanting to try restraints, wanting to feel controlled. But the way she said it made it clear it wasn't casual. It was something she'd been fantasizing about.So here we were, on friday night. The three of us in our bedroom with the door locked and our phones on silent."So like, I have to be honest," Mila said, and she was nervous. I could see it in the way her hands were shaking slightly. "I'm a little scared.""Scared of what?" Jayson asked."Scared I won't like it," she said. "Like I'm gonna feel trapped, and my anxiety is gonna kick in and I'll freak out.""Then we stop," I said simply. "If anything feels wrong, we gon stop babe.No judgment and no questions asked.”"Promise?" she asked."Promise," Jayson said.She nodded and took a breath. "Okay," she said. "Let's do this."Jayson had bought silk restraints. Not the harsh rope type. Someth

❈ ❈ Riley Pov ❈ ❈ I was nervous as fuck. Like, actually nervous. Not the fake "I'm so fine" nervous I usually put on. Real, stomach-twisting, hands-shaking, nervous. I stood in the middle of our bedroom. Its our bedroom now, since the three of us had started sharing more nights than not — while Jayson and Mila moved around me like they were setting up for something sacred.Candles were already lit. Soft R&B was playing low in the background. The sheets were clean and pulled back. Everything looked intentional. Soft. Safe.I hated how much I liked that."You good?" Mila asked, stepping in front of me. She was already in a black lace bra and boy shorts, looking like she belonged on a damn billboard. She reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "Talk to me, babe."I swallowed. "I'm… yeah. I'm good. Just—""Just what?" Jayson said from behind me. His voice was calm, low. He was shirtless, black sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He rested his hands lightly on my shoulde

❈ ❈Riley Pov❈ ❈The resort was exactly what we needed.White sand. Turquoise water. The kind of place where nobody knew who we were and nobody cared that we were a throuple. It was just three people in love, and that was it.Jayson had rented us a private villa with a balcony that overlooked the ocean. The first thing I did when we got there was take off my shoes and just stand there, breathing in the salt air like it could fix everything that had gone wrong over the past few weeks.We spent the first day just existing. Swimming. Eating. Not talking about anything heavy. But on the second day, over breakfast on the terrace, Jayson brought it up."We need to talk about what comes next," he said. He was casual about it, like he wasn't asking us to plan our entire lives. "Like, actually talk about it.""Okay," I said. "What comes next?""I'm thinking we get a place together," he said. "Something that's ours. Not your apartment. Not some place we're just crashing at. Actually ours."

❈ ❈ Mila Pov ❈ ❈My apartment felt different now or maybe I felt different in it. Everything was the same. Same furniture, same paint on the walls, same view of the city from my window but it all felt smaller somehow. Like I had shrunk back into my old life and it didn't fit anymore.I was making tea when Riley texted that she was on her way over.Riley: bringing snacks. I have so much to tell you.Me: bet betWhen she got there, she looked different too. Her hair was longer. She'd dyed it darker. She had this glow that I recognized from before, the look of someone who was getting fucked real good and thinking about it constantly."Okay bitch," she said, flopping onto my couch like she owned it. "First of all, are you actually okay? Like I want you to be real with me."I handed her a mug of tea and sat down next to her."No cap?" I said."No cap," she confirmed."I miss y'all," I said. "Like, every single day. I wake up and for like two seconds I forget we're not together anymore and

❈ ❈Jayson Pov❈ ❈ I sat in my car outside my parents' house for like fifteen minutes before I actually got out. This was a bad idea. I knew it was a bad idea but I also knew that not trying was worse. My father hadn't spoken to me in months. My mother had sent one text saying she "loved me regardless" but that was basically code for "you're fucking up." I'd lost my inheritance, my family's respect, and my place in the company hierarchy. But I still had Riley and I was gonna marry her. The only way that was gonna happen without losing my mind about my family situation was if I at least tried to fix things. Even if it meant bending the truth a little bit. I walked up to the front door and just... knocked. Like I was a stranger. My mother answered. She looked at me like I was a ghost. "Jayson," she said. "Oh my God." "Hi, Mom," I said. She pulled me into a hug and I let her. It felt good to be held by her, even though I knew what I was about to do was going to hurt. My father wa