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

Scales lost.

from his seat. "Isadora, you're getting

you appoint me as judge? What, you think I'm out

expensive watch, and tossed it onto

Round two.

Scales lost. Again.

cards and muttered,

women around them started catcalling

you're out of accessories! Come on, time to lose some clothes!" These women were

sigh, Scales peeled off his shirt, revealing a lean, tan torso with just

a point to display his body to Nanette as

didn't even bother to hide her disdain, turning away

a few scraps of muscle

wave of testosterone hit the room, and some of the women

the couch,

now.

Scales, of all people, whip off his shirt and trigger a frenzy among the women made

That scrawny build? He was in way better

glanced at

from shuffling the deck,

better bodies in

call her