Page 30 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Whoa whoa whoa.”Oh no.Tanner spoke German. And he’d definitely been alive during World War 2. “What side were you on during World War 2? Please tell me you weren’t a nazi.”
Tanner laughed. “I was definitely not a nazi. I actually spent World War 2 in DC. It was a goldmine for matchmaking. All the girls were so horny for the troops coming home. At the end of the war I threw one ice cream social and got like 20 matches in a single night. It was incredible.”
“Well damn. Let’s just start World War 3 and you’ll be free in no time. Booya. Problem solved.” I dropped an imaginary mic.
“After seeing the horrors of World War 1 firsthand, I don’t think I can get on board with that plan.”
“The horrors?” I asked. “As in…seeing Nazi Germany lose?” I needed to be doubly sure he wasn’t a nazi.
“No. Germany wasn’t even run by nazis during World War 1. I was talking about the death and destruction.”
“Right. Just making sure…” I eyed him suspiciously. “So you fought for the Americans in World War I?”
“No.”
“Aha! I knew you were a nazi!”
Tanner laughed. “Again, nazis weren’t a thing during World War 1. And I didn’t fight for the Germans. I fought for the British.”
Oh thank God.
“Actually, I didn’t fight much. Nigel and I specialized in logistics. But we still had to go into the trenches to deliver supplies. Horrible place…” He shivered.
“Was that the worst war you fought in? WAIT! Who did you fight for during the civil war?”
“The confederacy, of course. I wasn’t going to let those fuckers up north take away my slaves.”
I stopped short and stared at him in horror.Oh no. I’m dating a monster!
And then he burst out laughing. “I’m joking. I fought for the North.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Mhm. Sure you did.” He did play fast and loose with the term master…
“I did fight for the North. I was the captain of a company of specially trained Union samurai.”
“Dude, at least make the lie believable.”
“Ever heard of the Battle of Shiloh? Where a bunch of the soldiers’ wounds glowed blue and the majority of them survived the night? That was my genie magic.”
I did vaguely remember hearing about that at some point. Maybe he was telling the truth…
“I have my war medals back at my apartment. I’ll show them to you in a minute.”
Okay, that seems legit.
I had to pinch myself as I walked into the lobby of One57 hand-in-hand with Tanner. Five months ago I’d creeped outside of this very building every Tuesday and Thursday just hoping to catch a glimpse of my stalker. Now he was my freaking boyfriend!
I’d never been happier. And the grin on my face had never been bigger.
But I still had questions…
“What about the War of 1812?” I asked as we stepped onto the elevator.
“What about it?” asked Tanner. He pushed the button for floor 89. There were no higher numbers available.
“Who did you fight for?”
“Who cares?”
