Page 21 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Those machines aren’t always accurate,” said Chastity. “The photos clearly show that he was with Rosalie.”
“That’s exactly why I believe him.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. My brain was still working out all the details. But in my gut I knew he was telling the truth. “Think about it. His story checks out. The only reason he would have gotten that photo was if he didn’t realize that it showed him and Rosalie together. And if he had actually been with her at that spit roast, then he would have remembered it and known that it would be in the photo. Ergo, he’s telling the truth.” Or maybe I just desperately wanted him to be telling the truth. Because I loved him back.Please don’t let me get murdered tonight.
Chastity cocked her head. “Damn, girl. That’s some good logic. I would have seen it sooner, but in my defense, I really wanted to see Dr. Lyons fuck the hell out of you on that table. Especially if he’s packing as much as you claim he is…”
Dr. Lyons cleared his throat.
Chastity, please stop talking!“The real question is: who messed with that photo? Because whoever did it must have had something to do with Rosalie’s disappearance.” After all this time, we finally had a clue!
“I’m sure Kat has security cameras,” said Tanner. “As soon as you untie me, I’ll give her a call.”
“Thank you,” I said and reached for the duct tape.
Chastity grabbed my hand to stop me. “Not so fast. I still don’t completely trust him. Even if he’s not a murderer, he’s stillhidingsomething.And he’s not getting free until he tells us the truth.” She turned to Tanner. “Are you a vampire?”
“No,” said Tanner with a laugh.
Chastity narrowed her eyes. “A werewolf?”
“Nope.”
“A wizard?”
“Some magazines have referred to me as a tech wizard. Does that count?”
“Don’t fuck with me,” said Chastity. “Dr. Lyons, remove your shirt.”
“Huh?” he asked.
“Remove your shirt. And each time Tanner tries to bullshit us, remove another article of clothing. If you run out of clothes, then you get to bend Ash over the conference table after all.”
Dr. Lyons shrugged and pulled his shirt over his head.
Chastity turned back to Tanner. “Are you a cupid?”
“What the hell is a cupid?”
Chastity snapped at Dr. Lyons and motioned for his pants to come off. He pulled them off and put his hands over his crotch, but I could still see his semi erect cock straining against his briefs. I wasn’t actually going to let him bend me over that conference table in front of Tanner. Was I? I gulped.
“Let’s try this again,” said Chastity. “Are you a cupid?”
“No.”
“A time traveler?”
“In a way, we’re all time travelers…”
Chastity snapped at Dr. Lyons. He kicked his shoes off.
“Fine. No. I’m not a time traveler.”
“A genie?”
“I’ll tell you everything, but I’d really prefer for Anthony to not…”
“To not what? Fuck Ash on this table?” She snapped and this time Dr. Lyons pulled off his socks. “In that case, the next words out of your mouth better be the truth. Because Dr. Lyons only has his underwear left. And once that comes off…” She looked over at me and waggled her eyebrows.
Oh God.
