Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 329

Scales let out a scoff, glaring at Finley with a taunting edge to his voice. "Alright, you brave enough for this?"

Finley shot back a lazy grin, utterly unfazed. "What's there to be afraid of?"

It's just a few layers of clothing, after all.

He lounged back and turned to Nanette, his tone dripping with mischief. "Want to see me strip?"

Isadora, standing off to the side, couldn't help but burst out laughing at that.

Nanette frowned, clearly unimpressed. "Spare me. I don't want to see either of you take anything off."

Watching Finley shamelessly flirt with Nanette right in front of him only soured Scales' mood even more.

He snapped, "If we're doing this, let's get on with it. Quit stalling."

Then he shot Isadora a look. "You're the judge for both of us."

One of the other women piped up in protest, her voice low and sulky. "Why does she get to be the judge?"

Finley just arched an eyebrow and smirked. "Because she used to be both of our sisters-in-law. That's about as fair as it gets."

Isadora: "..."

Well, she couldn't argue with that logic.

So, under the watchful gaze of the group, Isadora took up the role of referee and started dealing the cards.

Round one.

the guys flipped their

Scales lost.

seat. "Isadora,

unreadable. "Didn't you appoint me as judge? What, you think I'm out for

his teeth, yanked off his expensive watch, and tossed it onto the

Round two.

Scales lost. Again.

stared at his cards and

started catcalling and egging him

like you're out of accessories! Come on, time to

a resigned sigh, Scales peeled off his shirt, revealing a lean, tan torso with just the faintest trail

making a point to display his body to Nanette as if it were a

to hide

a few scraps of muscle

of testosterone hit the room, and some of the

comfortably on the couch,

now.

whip off his shirt and trigger a frenzy among

way better shape. How low

glanced at Isadora.

looked up from shuffling the deck, utterly uninterested

better bodies

Finley call her name,