Chapter 85: Kiss Her

Everyone eagerly awaited her response. North was considered one of the most beautiful women in LA, having grown up in the spotlight. Emmanuel had always liked her, but his girlfriends changed as frequently as his shirts. Now, having the opportunity, he couldn't wait to know if she was still a virgin.

"Young Master Emmanuel," someone muttered with a laugh, "although this is a truth or dare game, your question is too pointed."

Emmanuel gazed at North's charming face. "North, we all agreed to abide by the rules, so you must answer."

"Emmanuel, you're so mean," another man muttered, laughing.

The men at the poker table jeered, waiting for North's answer. Pamela and Gwen watched, concerned by the prominent men surrounding North. While they disliked the situation, they were also curious about her response regarding her virginity. They believed North had lost her virginity long ago, to Raven.

Pamela looked at Raven. His handsome face showed no emotion; he simply lit a cigarette and puffed the smoke across his face, holding it between his fingers before letting out a faint puff. His cold gaze fell on North.

Harry whispered, "Rave, should I intervene?" He was aware of North and Raven's past and knew Raven had been her first.

Gwen said jealously, "North, everyone's waiting. Are you still a virgin? Since you're playing, you must answer."

North looked at Gwen. "It's not that I can't afford a penalty, but you're impatient. Alright, I'll answer now"

Silence filled the room as everyone waited with bated breath. But before North could speak, someone threw their cards on the table. Everyone turned; it was Raven. He took a deep breath, looked at Emmanuel, and said, "What do you mean? I'm the one to play."

Everyone examined the cards. Raven's card was eleven, and North's was twelve. Raven had the lowest number.

Emmanuel laughed. "Young Master Raven, I didn't mean to pry. I thought North had the lowest number."

Raven interrupted indifferently, "According to the rules, I'll answer your question. My virginity is gone."

An awkward silence followed, quickly broken by Harry's laughter. "Rave, you're not interesting at all. The question was for North; everyone knows you're not a virgin."

Someone agreed, "That's right, Sir Raven, we all know it's impossible for you to be a virgin, with all that handsomeness."

The atmosphere lightened. Someone shouted, "That question's not considered. We want to know who your first woman was!"

Harry rolled his eyes; the question was too sensitive, even if he wasn't sure if North was Raven's first. He pounded the table, laughing loudly. "No, we're here to have fun. Rave, tell us how many women you've slept with."

Pamela and Gwen looked at Raven. Gwen stared intently.

Raven narrowed his eyes and took a drag of his cigarette. "In my twenty-six years, I've been with only one woman."

Everyone was stunned.

"Sir Raven, what kind of woman do you like?"

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"I think Sir Raven likes that woman, or had an unforgettable experience with her!" someone yelled.

Raven remained silent. Pamela and Gwen looked at North, knowing Raven's only woman was her.

Gwen clenched her fists, rage replacing her jealousy. She wanted North to vanish.

The second round began. A wealthy businessman had the highest score, and again, Raven had the lowest.

He laughed, "Sir Raven, I'm sorry. I want you to pick one of cards three, eight, or nine, and give that person a kiss."

Gwen's heart pounded. Her card was three. Pamela's was eight.

Someone shouted, "North's card is nine! North is nine!"