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 been fond of her, but his rapid succession of girlfriends was notorious. Now, presented with the opportunity, he couldn't wait to discover if she was still a virgin.

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

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

"Emmanuel, you're so mean," another man chuckled.

The men at the poker table jeered, anticipating North's answer. Pamela and Gwen watched, apprehensive about North being surrounded by these influential men, yet also curious about her response regarding her virginity. They were certain she had lost her virginity long ago, to Raven.

Pamela glanced at Raven. His handsome face betrayed no emotion; he simply lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, exhaling a faint puff of smoke. His cold gaze settled on North.

Harry whispered, "Rave, should I intervene?" He was aware of the incident between North and Raven and knew she had lost her virginity to him.

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

North met Gwen's gaze. "It's not that I can't afford the penalty, but your impatience is evident. Alright, I'll answer."

Silence fell as everyone waited with bated breath. But before North could speak, someone threw their cards on the table. Everyone startled, turning towards the sound; it was Raven. He took a deep breath, looked at Emmanuel, and said, "What do you mean? I'm the one who should answer."

Everyone examined Raven's card: eleven. North's was twelve. Raven had the lowest number.

Emmanuel laughed, "Young Master Raven, I didn't intend 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 descended, quickly broken by Harry's laugh. "Rave, you're not interesting at all! The question was for North; everyone knows you're not a virgin."

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

The atmosphere lightened. Someone shouted, "That question doesn't count. 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 quickly clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "No, we're playing for fun. Rave, tell us how many women you've slept with."

Pamela and Gwen watched Raven. Gwen stared intently. Raven narrowed his eyes, smoking his cigarette. "In my twenty-six years, only one woman."

Everyone was stunned. "Sir Raven, what kind of woman do you like?"

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Someone yelled, "I think Sir Raven likes that woman, or had an unforgettable experience with her; that's why he's still attached!"

Raven remained silent. Pamela and Gwen looked at North, knowing Raven had a previous relationship and it was with her. The realization that he'd only been with one woman—North—solidified.

Gwen clenched her fists; jealousy morphed into rage. She wanted North to vanish.

The second round began. The wealthy businessman had the highest score; Raven again had the lowest.

He said with a laugh, "Sir Raven, I'm sorry. I want you to pick one card: three, eight, or nine. You must kiss the chosen woman."

Gwen's heart skipped a beat. Her card was three. Pamela's was eight.

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