Page 5 of Forbidden Fruit (Sweet Treats 7)

Goodness, what’s going on here? The men inside are dressed in tuxedos, but these are no high school boys. Instead, they’re gorgeous, older alpha males with handsome visages and compelling physiques. They loiter around with drinks in their hand, while the rumble of low voices fills my ears. They’re so intriguing that I desperately want to know more.

But where are the women? At the moment, it appears to be an all-male gathering. Could they be waiting for the women to arrive? Or wait – could this be a gay event of some sort? I pause for a moment, just observing, but then shake my head. These men don’t give the air of gay men, and they definitely don’t seem interested in each other that way. There’s no flirtation, nor coy looks. Instead, these are alpha males who are clearly hetero. They must be waiting for something to begin, although I’m not sure what.

Slinking back from the door, I step away. I’m not sure what’s going on here, but my heart’s beating quickly in my chest, as if I’ve seen something I shouldn’t. Sure enough, a security guard materializes from nowhere and frowns at me while swinging the double doors shut with a resounding thump. All sounds of the party are muffled, and I’m left in the empty hallway. Weird. What was that about?

But right now, I need to find my boyfriend. This is supposed to be the hottest night of my life, and instead, I’m wandering a maze by myself in the lower level of our prom hotel. What’s going on? Determined, I take a deep breath and head back towards the party to locate Ryder.

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Kristy

My heel catches on my dress, and there’s a ripping sound. Not a loud rip, fortunately, but definitely a small rip. I stop and bend over, my fingers questing over the material. Oh shit. My skirt tore at the hem, and it’s pretty bad. It’s nothing to cry about, but I definitely want to get it fixed up.

But how? Suddenly, inspiration strikes. A lot of hotel rooms provide sewing kits, and there might be one upstairs in the room we rented. Quickly, I fish around in my purse for the key card and pull out the gleaming white rectangle, looking at it with satisfaction. This is the answer.

I push the button to call the elevator, and soon, the golden doors open. I step inside, leaving the ballroom level behind, and look up as the doors slide closed. The numbers illuminate as I’m swept upwards into the sky, and I hum to myself. This is an annoying interlude in what’s supposed to be the best night of my life, but it’s fine. No one wants to deal with a torn prom dress, but it’s a good time to rest my feet for a bit, and to make sure everything’s set up. After all, this is my special night, and I want things to be perfect for when Ryder and I finally consummate our relationship.

The elevator doors slide open, and I step into the understated grace of the hallway. Golden wall sconces illuminate the walkway, and I tread softly over thick carpeting. Ah ha, here it is to my right. I walk down the hall, the train of my dress draped over my arm, and stop in front of our door. Fumbling in my purse, I locate the key card again. But before I can swipe the hard, white rectangle over the sensor, a strange moaning sound hits my ears. What is that? To my surprise, it sounds like it’s coming from inside the room, and I lean closer in confusion.

Wait, there it is again. A long, low wail comes from within the space, followed by some heavy slapping sounds and then a series of grunts.

“Oh yes!” a woman cries from within. “Ummm, right there!”

What the hell? Have I gotten our hotel room number wrong? Confused, I lean back to glance at the sign, but this is definitely Room 612. Did another couple take over our room accidentally? I’m confused, but I decide to confront them. This is my big night, and I need to shoo them from my special place so that my love nest is ready.

But as the door swings open, I’m rooted in place as my eyes bulge from their sockets. What the fuck!?!?! It’s not some random couple. It’s my boyfriend, Ryder, banging one of my best friends, Kaylee. What the hell?

I let out a shrill scream, and the two of them look up, startled. Their eyes are dazed with lust, and I get a view of Ryder’s bronzed buttocks as he pulls out from Kaylee. Oh my god. My hand goes to cover my mouth because there’s a tell-tale ring of deep red around the base of his pole. Instead of taking my virginity, he’s taking my friend’s virginity!

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