Page 71 of Bought By Three Men

Dottie dropped the pearl panties and stepped back. My face was on fire. Adam had a lot of nerve. He couldn’t expect me to wear those.

Buzz. Buzz.

Adam

Like my gifts?

No. You have a small dick.

You won’t say that when you’re riding it.

You are so vile.

So? See you tonight. Bring your men.

I set the phone on the table.

“That’s a huge dick!” Dottie gasped.

I sighed. “Can you just take it off my background?”

Dottie nodded and started clicking away at the phone.

“Can Frizzo get back to what Frizzo does best?” Frizzo took the necklace from the box and clasped it around my neck.

The heart sat right above my breasts. It was beautiful. Adam had good taste, even if he was a jerk.

Dottie grunted, “He has it locked. I’ll have to take it to my room to try and hack it. Come by later and pick it up.” She got up and left.

“No. No. Frizzo must fit her for a bridesmaid dress.” Frizzo stomped his foot when he realized Dottie had left.

“I’m sure you can do it without her.” Tasha grabbed his shoulders.

“Of course, I can. I’m Frizzo.” Frizzo ran around the room going through the trunks he had brought over.

Hours later, Frizzo announced he was done. Sandy had a light purple dress that hung to her calves. Dottie had a navy blue dress that complimented the purple one. It was going to be the perfect day.

Tasha insisted on me staying with her to make other decisions. Weddings took a lot of work. “I’ll be back. I want to see if Dottie fixed the phone.” I also wanted to check my room to see if there was another bloody letter.

Ethan had me moved into another room. Even after my room was cleaned, I couldn’t be in there. Since I got a letter from Adam, I had a feeling there would be another threatening note covered in blood.

I raced down the hall. If Ethan found out the fitting was over, he would come looking for me. I didn’t want him to know Dottie was hacking my phone to remove a dick pic from Adam. He may have been fine with Tristan eating my pussy, but he didn’t like Adam.

Bam. Ouch. I ran smack dab into Mr. Moore.

“Are you homeless and blind?” he spat.

“Neither are a negative!” I shot back.

“Well, you are.” He adjusted his suit jacket.

“Your son doesn’t think so.” I turned on my heels.

“Ha, if you only knew the reason he’s marrying you.” Mr. Moore chuckled down the hall.

I froze. What did he mean by that? Bile rose. I had been falling so hard I hadn’t stopped to think why he was marrying me. Did Ethan not feel the same way about me?

Wiping a rogue tear, I went into my room. I would figure out what Ethan’s dad meant, but first, I had a few things to do. I scanned the room. Yup, lying on my bed was a single piece of paper.

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