The 99th Game Was Mine All Along novel Chapter 80

I tucked my phone into my purse and forced a smile. "It's nothing, just spam. I understand what you're saying. I'll be patient."

James kissed my forehead. "That's my good girl. I need to get back to the guests. I'll see you at home tonight."

I quietly followed him, only to discover he wasn't returning to the reception. Instead, he headed upstairs to a guest room.

Through the partially open door, I saw Rachel wearing nothing but a black lace teddy, her legs spread invitingly on the bed.

"Took you long enough," she purred. "I've been dripping wet waiting for you."

"Emily wasn't feeling well. Maybe we should take a rain check? We'll have plenty of time after the wedding. I should probably check on her—"

Rachel cut him off, wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding against him.

"Are you seriously going to leave me here soaking and desperate? It's been weeks." She bit his earlobe and whispered, "I want you to fill me up, baby. No condom. I want to feel every inch of you. Come on... knock me up properly. Isn't that what you've always wanted?"

James's expression changed instantly. His eyes darkened with lust as he practically tore off his clothes. He pinned her to the bed, his mouth attacking her neck.

"God, you're so fucking perfect," he groaned, ripping the lingerie off her body. "I've been dreaming about this pussy for weeks."

"Then take it," she moaned loudly. "It's all yours. Fuck me like you mean it."

The sound of the headboard slamming against the wall and their animalistic moans made me physically ill. I turned and fled, unable to watch anymore.

Outside the hotel, nausea overwhelmed me. I doubled over, dry heaving onto the pavement.

A stream of ice-cold wine suddenly drenched me from above.

Rachel tossed the empty bottle aside, looking down at me with a smirk.