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He stared at the screen with utter confusion “I don’t know”

So our vieith their backs, but when they shifted out of the way, the wouy closest to her I blinked, recognizing her even though she was younger and didn’t have her pretty green hair

Marist Hale held a glass of cha over her spoke I recognized him too Vance’s father looked ray

As Macalister appeared to speak, nothing cah the laptop’s speakers Vance pressed a key repeatedly to turn up the volume, but it didn’t make a difference

“I don’t think the camera captured sound,” I said

We watched in silence as Macalister continued to talk and Marist said nothing Her eyes grew larger, though Why was he lecturing her in front of all these other men?

Besideto himself “I don’t understand”

I didn’t either He wasn’t on screen, nor was Alice Hale, and this clearly wasn’t a sex tape—

Royce appeared behind Marist and worked to undo the strings at the back of her corset He loosened thelass of chane from her and set it aside on the table

“What the fuck?” I gasped

She’d had her hands pressed to the front of her corset, holding it in place, so when she let go, the entire dress peeled down her body It left her wearing only a pair of skimpy black panties and the layers of red fabric puddled at her feet

Vance bolted up off the couch, but his horrified gaze was glued to the screen like he itnessing a train wreck On screen, his father held out a hand to Marist, which she reluctantly took, and let him lead her to the end of the table

That was enough for Vance He’d seen his sister-in-law basically naked, and no his father had too, and the information filled him with a desire to escape His feet pounded on the floor as he began to flee, only to abruptly halt a few steps away