Game of Love and Deception: The Billionaire's Ex Wife
Chapter 77: Good alternative

Chapter 77: Good alternative

Lorenzo left the balcony to meet Ashley, who looked stunning in the yellow dress. It clung a little tightly to her frame, likely because she was curvier than Genevieve. But that only made her look even more breathtaking.

For a moment, he lost focus, momentarily breathless. Every outfit he’d seen her on always transformed her as though she redefined the meaning of "beautiful" with each passing second. He couldn’t fathom how foolish Christian must’ve been not to cherish such gem.

A soft clearing of Ashley’s throat brought him back to reality. He blinked, then scratched his head, his eyes darting awkwardly.

"Thanks for the dress," she said, rubbing her arm—a nervous habit that hadn’t escaped his notice.

Aware Lorenzo had a sister, Ashley didn’t see the need to ask who owned the dress. It was obvious.

"It’s nothing," Lorenzo replied, trying to shake off his flustered state.

He briefly considered replacing the dress for Genevieve if she noticed it missing. But he doubted she would, not with that suffocating wardrobe.

And even if she did notice, he could always deny going there. The thought made him chuckle inwardly, remembering the many small mischiefs he’d pulled off around her, and successfully denied involvement.

Ashley’s eyes shifted around the brightly lit hallway, as though she wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words.

"Do you need anything else?" Lorenzo asked, trying to break the silence.

She hesitated, and then, almost shyly, murmured, "I... I’m not wearing any panties."

Lorenzo blinked, stunned. His brain short-circuited, and for a moment, all he could do was stare.

"I—uh—I don’t wear... female underwear," he blurted, feeling like an absolute fool the moment the words left his mouth.

What the hell was he even saying?

Ashley watched him in silent amusement.

"I mean, I have some unused briefs... if you don’t mind," he added quickly. "Or, you know what? Don’t worry, I can just quickly order some panties for you."

Ashley continued to enjoy his discomfort, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips.

"No, that’ll take too long, and I don’t have time for that. I’ll take your unused underwear."

"You’re going to wear my briefs?" Lorenzo asked, dumbfounded, as though it hadn’t been his suggestion.

"Isn’t that what you suggested just now?" Ashley replied, her tone firm, but in the inside, she was trying very hard to hold back a laugh.

If he thinks he’s the only one that could make her uncomfortable, he needed to think again, she mused quietly, enjoying this version of him. The version suddenly struggling to hold eye contact instead of being cocky.

Lorenzo scratched the back of his head, his mind suddenly racing. He awkwardly led her back inside and began rummaging through his drawer. After a few moments, he found his newest set of briefs and handed Ashley the pack.

The realization that she was going to wear something of his—something so personal, made him feel both excited and nervous.

Ashley took one out and inspected it as though she was searching for some kind of germs.

Lorenzo’s brows slowly knitted together.

Were they not good enough? Had he been buying the wrong brand all these years?

He was suddenly doubting all his choices.

"Are you going to stand there watching me put it on?" Ashley asked, jolting him back to reality.

Lorenzo blinked rapidly, his brain scrambling to catch up. He quickly excused himself and stepped outside, suddenly feeling like the stranger in his own home. But how could he complain?

When Ashley finally emerged, they descended the stairs in silence, though his mind was anything but calm. He couldn’t stop imagining how perfectly the briefs under her dress fit her curves. He wished he could get a glimpse of how much they hugged her ass.

Ashley, on the other hand, was practically putting on a show—strutting ahead like a proud peacock, her waist swaying and her backside bouncing with every calculated step.

Lorenzo had no idea she was doing it on purpose, teasing him with each movement. The briefs gave her a strange yet thrilling sense of comfort. She could feel the difference—soft, snug, and oddly a good alternative. Awkward at first, yes, but now it felt good... almost like slipping into a fitted pair of smooth bum short. Even her pussy felt freer, more at ease.

As they neared the ground floor, her once relaxed nerves returned, reminding her of the subject ahead. What if the news wasn’t good? Her heart rate quickened at the thought.

As they reached the large parlor, Lorenzo noticed the unusual quiet. He had expected his friends to still be bickering over the match, but the noise had abruptly stopped. Something felt off, and he couldn’t help but wonder what had settled the chaos.

They found Carl, Rowan, and Kai at the dining table, devouring food like it was their last meal. Lorenzo shook his head, amused by how food had the power to silence even the rowdiest of people.

Ashley’s eyes briefly met his—this time, shy and hesitant.

Her earlier boldness had evaporated, and though he wanted to tease her, he resisted the urge. There was no need to make her more uncomfortable in front of these food-obsessed goblins.

They didn’t notice them at first, too absorbed in their meal, until Lorenzo cleared his throat, drawing their attention.

"Hey, man. You finally decided to spend some time with the boys?" Kai spoke first, fork in hand, before his gaze flicked to Ashley. A cheeky grin stretched across his face. "Ah, now it makes sense why you abandoned us."

Lorenzo shot him a bored look, but his thoughts were elsewhere. He was suddenly very grateful Ashley had told him she wasn’t wearing any panties—and had agreed to wear his. The idea of her meeting with his friends, that exposed? He didn’t even want to think about what he might’ve done.

"What a beauty we have here. Hello, gorgeous," Rowan chimed in, flirtatiously waving at Ashley with a grin that matched his brother’s mischievous one.

Ashley waved back, her smile slightly awkward. In her rush to come down and hear the news about her daughter, she’d totally forgotten to prepare for this moment; meeting and conversing with Lorenzo’s friends. Suddenly, she wished she could run back to the safety of his room.

Kai and Rowan were twins, their messy blonde hair always reminding Lorenzo of the mischievous kids from Home Alone. Except these two weren’t kids anymore—and they’d faced far more serious challenges.

Lorenzo had met them three years ago, just after they turned eighteen and aged out of the foster care system. Homeless, jobless, and trying to survive, they’d resorted to pickpocketing and snatching purses. It was during one of those moments that Lorenzo crossed path with them.

Moved by their plight, he took them off the streets and, after discovering their potential, set them up with an automobile repair shop. Now, they were thriving—and it made him proud.

Their success had also inspired him to start building homes for orphans who aged out of the system, giving them a place to go when no one else would. Some ended up learning and working under the twins; others, he placed in other suitable jobs.

"Why didn’t you..." Rowan began, but Lorenzo cut him off.

"If you knew how long I’ve wanted to throw you two out, you’d shut up," he said with a glare.

Kai gulped down water and wiped his hands on a tablecloth.

"Just say you don’t need us anymore because..." Carl started, but Lorenzo’s warning look silenced him, too.

"I actually meant the three of you," he corrected, and Carl raised his hands in mock surrender.

In a flash, Kai was standing in front of Ashley, offering a handshake. Carl and Rowan watched eagerly, hoping to catch Lorenzo’s reaction. He saw the trap, and though tempted, ignored it.

"You’re so beautiful. May I know the name that befits this gorgeousness?" Kai asked, his grin now a little more devilish.

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