~VANESSA~

“What?” I exclaimed, my voice cracking with disbelief.

“You heard me. Strip. Now.” Bryan said, his expression stern.

“I can’t! Not in front of you, that’s so fucking weird!”

Bryan let out a sigh, walked to the table, picked up his phone, and held it up. “Strip, or I call the police right now.”

No. Not the police.

I stared at Bryan, my mind racing.

If I stripped, he’d see all the jewelry I’d stolen from the jewelry store.

But if I didn’t, he’d call the police, and I’d go to jail—and I didn’t want that.

“You have three seconds,” Bryan said. “Three… two…”

“Okay! Okay, I’ll strip.”

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