Page 61 of Off Limits Mogul

“Very fitting,” he says. “Did it hurt?”

“Like a fucking bitch.”

He laughs.

“The artist started with the letters as a warm-up. U made me cry. N and I, I bit my lower lip and grimaced the whole time, praying to God it would be over soon. The last three letters were torture, but I was determined, so I didn’t back down.”

“Good for you.”

“I have no idea how you find the courage to have that many tattoos.” I point at his arms.

“You get used to it.”

“I’ll take your word for it. I’m not doing it ever again.”

“Never say never.” He winks.

Sure.

I stare at him for a long beat, unsure if I should ask the question that’s been burning my tongue for over a year.

“What is it?”

“Did you sleep with Chelle?”

Rhys squints. “Wh—what?”

“Did you have sex with my best friend?”

His jaw drops open.

He tries to speak, but nothing comes out.

“Did you?”

“Why the fuck would you ask me that?”

I jump.

I debate how far to push this.

“Chelle said you had sex. Multiple times. And…”

“Spit it out,” Keira.

“And you were the first guy who…”

“Who what?”

I wince. “Chelle bragged about how you were the first one to take her to the dark side.”

“Dark side? What does that mean?”

I clear my throat. “Anal sex.”

His eyes are enormous. “No.” He shakes his head. “Hell no. Fuck no.” He shakes his head with more vehemence. “That’s outright bullshit. Maybe there’s a punishment when you correct the lies of a person who’s passed away, but I’m not going to let this slide. I can’t. I’m not sure of the context of that conversation, but I never had sex with Chelle. Never.”

I flinch, but soldier on. “You wouldn’t lie to me?”