Page 123 of Off Limits Mogul

Addison takes a step back and straightens her back, her jaw lifted in defiance.

“This is bullshit,” she says. “Men do it all the time. When a woman does it, it’s a double standard. How is that even fair?”

I commiserate, my sister, but it just is.You’re going to have a hard time selling that one.

“So what if I like it with multiple men at once? It’s always been my preference. It gets boring with one guy.” She rolls her eyes. “There’s so much discrimination against people who are polyamorous.”

This ain’t no reverse harem romance book, Goldilocks.

“Think of the extensive experience I bring to the table.” Her judgmental gaze slides to mine before returning her focus to Rhys.

I’m okay not having as much experience as you do, Dirty Addison.

“Except for you, I’d keep it one on one.” She flashes Rhys a bright smile.

Her generosity knows no bounds.

When they say you can’t judge a book by its cover, I wonder if they had Addison in mind.

“Perhaps you didn’t hear me.” Rhys’s tone is razor sharp. “I’m here on a date with my girlfriend. As for your offer, I wouldn’t touch you even if you promised me twenty billion dollars.”

That’s a lot of coin.

My man’s unimpressed gaze sweeps down the drama queen’s length. “You can take yourextensive experienceand get the hell out of my face.”

Addison’s back stiffens, which causes her ample bosom to protrude.

The reverse harem addict shoots me one last nasty glare.

I respond with an angelic smile.

She huffs and turns on her heel to an awaiting audience. All eyes are on her as she performs her walk of shame, the confident runway sashay a distant memory.

Buh bye, bitch.

Rhys sits back down. “I’m sorry about that travesty.”

“It’s not your fault.”

He lets out a loud sigh.

His expression is sullen, as if a war is raging inside him. “Listen, Keira…”

My stomach drops.

“I’m not going to sit here and insult your intelligence,” he says. “My past is bound to crash with the present.” He reaches for my hand, interlacing our fingers together. “There isn’t anything I can do about it.”

“It’s okay. I understand.”

“You need to believe me when I say, right here, right now, it’s about you… only you.”

My worries turn to dust.

My heart swells so much, I swear, it’s about to explode.

After a sincere apology from the restaurant manager and a complimentary bottle of premium rosé champagne, we were able to return to the blissfulness of our date. A few people stared at me a little longer than conformable after the blonde model made her exit. I offered them a smile. I don’t blame them for pulling out their phones to capture the drama. Since Addison was the main focus, I’m not too worried. Not to mention, my short blonde hair allows me to hide in plain sight.

Dinner was outstanding.