Page 24 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I wanted to get his genie lamp and see if he could actually do some magic. But I also wanted to search his car for other things. Like chainsaws and machetes and other serial killer paraphernalia. Because even though I was starting to believe him, I still didn’t trust him 100%. There was still that small chance that he’d beaten the polygraph and really was a total psycho.
I unlocked his futuristic SUV and started rummaging around. There were some freshly pressed, super colorful tuxedos in the back.Damn, he’s gonna look so good in these.I could already picture him strutting through Club Onyx in a pink and white polka dot tuxedo, giving exactly zero fucks about what people thought of him.
That was one thing about the Emerald Oasis. It had been fun and all, and Tanner had looked amazing in his swim trunks. But there was something about a man in a tuxedo…
I zipped the tuxedo bags up and turned my attention to his backpack. Inside were a few of his casual clothes, along with his golden genie lamp.Bingo. There was also a FedEx envelope with Tanner’s name on it. The return address was somewhere in Meknes, Morocco. I opened it up and pulled a letter out:
Dear Monsieur Rhodes:
Your overseer alleges that you used magic to interfere in a mortal athletic competition.
Such a use of magic a) was beyond the scope of your magical mandate, and b) puts genies at risk of discovery by the mortal population.
You are hereby summoned to Genie Headquarters for a hearing at 7:00 p.m. on Saturday, September 30 where you will have the opportunity to plead your case.
Should you fail to appear, you will automatically be given the maximum punishment as provided in section 8.3 of the Genie Penal Code: Any genie who uses his magic to interfere in a mortal athletic competition shall be stripped of their magic for one year, followed by a period of magical probation not to exceed two years.
Until your hearing, you shall have no magical powers except as required to fulfil wishes for your master.
His Mystical Highness,
Habib the Benevolent
Well shit.Tanner was either telling the truth, or he’dreallygone all out with planning this lie. There was only one way to find out for sure. I grabbed the genie lamp and headed back up to the conference room.
I tossed the lamp to Chastity.
“Whoa,” said Tanner. “Please be careful with that.”
“So how does this thing work?” asked Chastity, holding the lamp up to the selfie light and turning it over in her hands.
“Before you do anything,” said Tanner, “I should warn you that the wording of your wishes is extremely important. Just ask Ash. I’m pretty sure she wanted a mouthful of cum, but instead she wished for cookies.”
“That’s devastating,” said Chastity.
“It could have been worse. Over the years I’ve had to do some truly horrific magic thanks to carelessly worded wishes.” He shook his head like he really did have some awful memories. “When you’re ready, rub the lamp and speak your wish.”
She glanced at me and then over at Dr. Lyons in his underwear. A smile started to spread across her face.
Oh shit.I snatched the lamp out of her hands.
“Hey,” she said. “I was just about to make my wish. And it was a good one.” She winked at me.
“That’s what I’m afraid of. Let’s work together to figure out the perfect wording.”
“I already had the perfect wording. I was going to wish for Dr. Lyons cock to double in size.”
“Nope. Tanner could misconstrue that like he did my cookie wish.”Am I seriously talking like magic is real right now?“He’sa sneaky little genie. He’d probably waste your wish by making Dr. Lyons pet rooster double in size.”
“I don’t have a pet rooster,” said Dr. Lyons. “We live in the middle of New York City. But I’m with Ash. Please don’t make that wish. Some girls are already afraid of how big it is. I don’t need it to be any bigger.”
Chastity shook her head. “You’re hanging out with the wrong girls. But fine. I’ll do better.” She grabbed the lamp back from me. “I wish for a sexy hunk to magically teleport onto this conference table. His teleportation should be quite magical such that it is clear to every person present in this conference room that the teleportation was done by magic.” She rubbed the lamp.
“Excellent wish,” said Tanner. “But I can’t make it come true until you untape my hand. I have to snap my fingers to grant your wish.”
I eyed him suspiciously.
“Do you seriously still think I’m a murderer?” he asked.
