No.

Jayden Irizarry was enjoying the dance floor at the wedding. Now she couldn't get as wild as she would at the club, but she enjoyed what she could get away with. Her love of dancing was practically hereditary, as her family was from the Dominican Republic, and every woman in her family and that she'd ever met there had a love for shaking it.

So for the moment she went from partner to partner, dancing and teasing as she went. Enjoying how she left low management and corporate higher-ups flustered and wanting for more. It just made her feel so sexy to have so many men of power hot and bothered for her. Especially since she was far more modest than she usually was, so even when she was playing it easy, she still got the men to go wild.

Though as she was going to another part of the dance floor, she noticed that intern of Mrs. Ward's walking back in with someone with shaky legs. She was walking in with that white guy that everyone had been laughing at every time she saw her. He must have been sent to help her after she drank too much, Jayden thought. Of course the white girl couldn't handle her drink was Jayden's final thought on the subject, never noticing the man's hand on the intern's ass and the smug smile she had on.

For a little while she worked the dance floor, shaking and grooving as she went until she felt something behind her. It took her a moment to realize what it was, and when it clicked, she turned around to scream at the jackass that was grinding his dick on her ass. She never got the chance as a hand reached for her throat, somehow gently **** her, cutting off her scream.

"No, you little bitch, you don't get to ruin my fun. Besides, you've been begging for this since this wedding started." Loki drunkenly and aggressively whispered into her ear. Still continuing to grind his ever-hardening cock into her ass. She stood still, not making any move to resist, having no idea what to do.

She looked around the room, trying to call for help with her panicked eyes, but everyone was all of a sudden ignoring her. Everyone that looked at her and saw what was going on proceeded to ignore her silent pleas. She had no idea why they all secretly hated her. Is that why they were letting this happen?

"I can practically feel your confusion through your shaking ass. Let Papi explain what's going on to you." Loki said into her ear, taking the one hand that wasn't around her throat to play with her tits. "You see, baby, everyone here believed I was beat; they practically owned all whiteys. So to see a man like me grabbing you doesn't make sense to them. The beaten dog doesn't bite back, so I must just be something of their imagination from too much wine." Loki said in a harsh whisper into her ear, groping her breast aggressively as he did.

Jayden thought on that, trying to focus and keep her moans down as the man grinding into her ass was very good at groping her breast. Sadly, if just logic made sense, it wouldn't be the first time those around her had ignored reality. Why should this be any different? Especially if they noticed they would have to do something about it. Which, as she knew, wasn't happening; they were more than happy to file HR complaints and make up rumors.

On the other hand, they weren't ready to fight anyone over anything. These were people who cheated their way to the top. So they weren't very big on honest competitions, such as fighting a drunk but fit white guy without security to do all the fighting for them. So Jayden Irizarry was his as long as he wanted her, and from what she felt on her ass, he was going to be very interested for a while.

She found herself dragged away from the dance floor over to a chair. He sat down first and put her on his lap. For a moment she was confused as he continued grinding and groping her. What was the point of moving if he was just going to do the same things he was from where they started? Then it occurred to him what he probably wanted to do. She looked into his eyes, thinking he couldn't possibly want to do that right here in easy view of everyone.