Page 43 of Off Limits Mogul

“That’s my girl.”

That’s all I’ve always wanted to be.

Sigh.

“Can I ask a question?” From the trajectory of Rhys’s gaze, I guess what it is.

“My breasts?”

“Yes.” He looks pained.

I laugh. “Men and boobs.” I shake my head.

“Pardon me for being a man, but I’m curious. You don’t look anything like you did before.”

“My boobs were stupid heavy, and I couldn’t wear cute tops without a bra that looked like a contraction. I wore a sports bra over a regular bra to try to hide my size, but I was kidding myself. And there was the constant pain. Getting a breast reduction was the best decision I ever made.”

“This is news to me––the surgery and the chronic pain.”

“It’s not like I was going to talk about my boob problems with you.”

“Fair enough.”

“As for the surgery, we weren’t on talking terms at the time.”

He nods. “I see.”

“I got the operation done in a hush-hush private clinic in London in between tours.”

“Did Noah know?”

“Not at first, but I did tell him when we started talking to each other again. He was ecstatic?—”

“Because he wouldn’t have to go around decking assholes to protect your honor?”

To Noah’s discontent, my breasts got me a lot of unwanted attention.

“One less thing for him to worry about,” I say. “In any case, when I told him, I asked him not to tell you.”

“That would explain why I was in the dark.” Rhys’s lips purse.

Right before leaving LA, I cut off all communications with my older brother.

My ruthless ambition also caused a rift between Rhys and me.

I can’t take back that day.

I can’t take back the words.

I can’t take back the hurt shining in his eyes.

“Men put large breasts on a pedestal, but it doesn’t work for everyone.” I keep talking. “My frame is far too small for large breasts.” 40 DD works in Porn Valley, but I cursed mine. I’m much happier with my perky B cup.

“Not all men are obsessed with size.”

“Perhaps, but my experience with big boob lovers was never pleasant.”

“Got it.”