Page 61 of Loved By You

Harry glares at her, looking like someone has pissed in his cereal. “Have you taken some extra bitch pills today?”

“I have. They were doing a two for one special, so I stocked up when I knew I had to spend the evening with you.”

He gives her the middle finger and walks off towards the bar. Ali falls back onto the couch, cackling like a witch.

“Are you gonna put that man out of his misery?” I ask, my eyes pinned on her.

“Now that wouldn't be fun, would it, Jack?” she says, laughing as she pokes her tongue out. I shake my head and roll my eyes,taking a sip from my glass. I think taunting him has become a sport for her.

I let out an exhale and sink further into the couch and look up at New York's night sky. Not a star in the sky can be seen, just the twinkling of lights from surrounding buildings and a plane flying overhead. I love New York. I dreamed of moving to the Big Apple my entire military career. It was the only thing that kept me going during deployments. The idea of getting out and moving to New York apartment with views of the city and having someone to share it with… with her.

“I just need to make a quick call,” she announces, freeing herself from my hold and pulling the phone from her bag. She gives me a chaste kiss and heads over to the corner of the rooftop to make a call. I can't take my eyes off her. The sway of her hips as she walks, her long toned legs showcased thanks to the killer heels she's wearing and I have to adjust myself in my pants at the memory of her leg over my shoulder and my head buried in her pussy not too long ago.

I watch as she talks to someone on the phone and I don't miss how her body stiffens and her head swings round, scanning the rooftop. She turns her back to me so I can't see what she's saying, but her body language tells me everything her words aren't. Her shoulders are hunched, and she is visibly shaking. My gut instinct is to go to her rescue, but I know I have to let her handle whatever she is dealing with. I have to tread very carefully when it comes to her girls but I'll be here with open arms when she's done and will do what I can to ease the stress.

She ends the call and rubs her forehead, looking frustrated. I watch as she strides towards the bar and signals two fingers to the bartender. He slides two shots of something toward Ria and she necks one after the other.

Oh, fuck, this can’t be good.

She then asks for two more and that has me out of my seat and walking toward her. “Ri, what's wrong?” I demand.

She throws back another shot before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

She turns to face me and plasters a fake smile on her face. “Nothing,” she bites.

“Really?” I question, unsure of what to make of her obvious lie.

“Really. Now let's go dance.” Taking my hand, she drags me to the dance floor.

It's clear she doesn't want to talk and wants to lose herself in the music, in me. We move in sync, her ass grinding against my dick, my hands on her hips. She reaches behind to hold the back of my neck, turning her head, and pulling my face towards hers, kissing me. I don’t know what’s going on with her, but if this is what she needs right now, I'll give it to her.

My erection thickens as Ria rotates her hips. It's clear the shots have hit. Her balance is slightly off and her eyes are hooded.

She turns. “I want you. Let's get out of here.”

It takes a second for me to register how forward she’s being. I love it but I can't help but feel there's something going on with her and she isn't acting herself. I don't want to question her here, so I simply nod and take her hand.

I let Gabby and Ali know I’m taking Ria back to mine and Ali warns that she will cut my dick off if I don't look after her. To be honest, I’m more concerned about her cutting Harry’s dick off. I warn the guys to get the girls home safe, and while they may be a pair of party boys, I’d trust them with my life and the safety of any woman.

We exit the rooftop and I wave down a cab, not wanting to bother our driver as it's only a short drive to my apartment. Ria is visibly intoxicated and, by the time we reach my apartmentbuilding, she can barely stand. She stumbles out of the cab and falls on the curb, erupting into a fit of giggles.

“Come here, boozy. Let's get you upstairs,” I tell her, helping her up on her feet.

We head for the door, but she stumbles again, dropping her purse and bursting into another fit of laughter.

“Okay, sweetheart, I’m gonna have to carry you.” I scoop her up like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold and she lets out a gasp.

“Oh, Mr. Lawson, my hero. I feel like Paula inAn Officer and a Gentleman.” She throws her head back, waving her arm in the air, and starts to sing the theme tune,“Love Lifts Us Up, Where We Belong”.

I walk through the foyer of my building, giving a nod to the doormen as he walks over to the elevator, pressing my floor. “Evening, Frank. Thanks.”

“My pleasure, sir. Have a good evening. Please call down if you need anything.”

We enter the elevator and go to my floor, Ria’s eyes taking in the environment.

“Shit, are you rich, or rich rich?” She whistles, looking around the elevator that has mirrors throughout with a gold and wood ceiling.

We exit the elevator, and thankfully, my apartment is opposite. I place her down on her feet and reach in my back pocket for my wallet, pulling out the keycard for my apartment. I tap the card on my door panel and open the door. We walk through to the entryway and I hear Ria gasp.

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