Page 228 of Damaged Mogul
A couple days ago?
He was supposed to be in Sweden.
His trip was delayed?
My heart is beating so hard. “You’re lying.”
He smirks. “There are two ways to know someone. One, the person is truthful and forthcoming. I’ve been on this earth long enough to know that’s rare. Two, you have them investigated.”
My eyes grow wide.
My father hands me his phone. “Here’s proof I’m not lying.”
I reach out for it and pray my father doesn’t notice how much my hand is shaking.
A paused video flashes on the screen.
My father places his weight against his folded elbow, reaches out, and presses the play button.
There’s no mistaking it’s Gage.
I lift my eyes. “You paid a private investigator to follow him?”
He points to the phone. “You’re going to miss the good part.”
Like a masochist, my attention returns to the screen.
Gage is holding a woman with black hair in his arms. I can’t see her face.
The camera zooms on his mouth.
There’s no sound.
He tightens his hold on the woman.
She lifts her head up at him, revealing her profile.
I squint.
She’s a woman with tawny brown skin.
Is she part of the sisterhood?
I didn’t meet her while I was in LA.
If her striking profile is anything to go by, she’s gorgeous.
Nope, I’m not jealous of her perfect curly hair or the insane volume.
Gage wipes away her tears.
Why is she crying?
The camera zooms in on her mouth. I ignore her full lips, focusing on what she’s about to say.
“I love you.”My heart sinks when I read her lips.
No, no, no.
