Page 240 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
“A surprise.” He put his hands out to the side and waved his fingers.
“Jazz hands don’t make everything better.”
“I know. And it’s freezing out here.” He put his hands over his nips.
He was being ridiculous. He wasn’t even shirtless. He was wearing some kind of shiny black mesh tank top thing. Sure…it didn’t look warm. But at least he wasn’t covered in vomit.
“Can I please just go home?” I asked.
“What? No! Never! The night has barely even begun.”
“It’s almost midnight.”
“Exactly. Midnight is when the fun truly begins. Here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to climb back in that limo and drive you home so you can freshen up and we can both change. James won’t mind if I borrow a shirt, right?” he asked, even though I knew he wasn’t really asking. Because he climbed back into the car without waiting for a response.
I groaned. How had the night barely even begun and I already looked like I was a hungover mess? I didn’t really have a choice here though. I was at Justin’s mercy. So I climbed into the limo.
Everyone was quiet.
The cologne wafting off Justin’s shirt smelled amazing. But I was pretty sure nothing could mask the stench on me. I had somehow managed not to get anything on my dress, but once vomit was near anything…it all smelled the same.
“Are you okay?” Bee asked.
I shook my head. I wanted to be a trooper. I really did. But it was really hard when I was focusing so hard on not vomiting again.
Alina hiccupped and took another sip of champagne. “This is officially the craziest night ever. Well, one of the craziest nights. How do I always get in these crazy situations?” She tossed her bag to the side.
Kristen laughed. “Because you hang out with me.”
“Okay…um…” Daphne looked at me. “I think we should call it a night, right? It’s getting late anyway and…”
“Nonsense,” Justin said. “We’re just making a short pit stop at James and Penny’s place. And then the night will continue as planned. Driver! Take me to destination #2!”
“Wait!” I turned to Justin. “You just said I could go home. I can’t go anywhere like this.” I gestured to my whole body. I was a fucking mess. I needed a shower or five. And a change of clothes. And I needed a whole tube of toothpaste in my mouth.
“Yeah.” He looked confused. “We’re going to your place,” he said. “I just said that.”
“No, you said destination #2.”
He just blinked at me. “Did I? I’m pretty sure I said go to Penny’s place.”
“You did not.”
His eyes started darting everywhere but at me.
“So let me get this clear.My apartmentis destination #2 on the itinerary for tonight?”
His eyes grew round like he’d gotten caught in a lie. He downed his glass of champagne. “I named everyone’s homes a destination number. For practical reasons. In case something crazy unexpected like this happened. I’m a planner, Penny.”
I turned back to the driver. “What destination number is Daphne’s apartment?”
He looked at Justin and then at me. “Um…”
I turned back to Justin. “Liar.”
“Me?” He gasped. “Never.”
But he still wasn’t looking at me. And he was acting like a big fat liar. “Justin, I swear to God. Did you seriously have this planned?!”
