Page 53 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 3
A Whirlwind of Color - Chapter 19
Saturday
I was wrong before. Drinking away your sorrows worked wonders. Not one thought of unborn babies entered my mind. Nor did the prospect of never having children. I just felt good. So good.
“My arms are so heavy,” I said with a laugh. “Do your arms get super heavy when you drink too? I think all the liquid must go straight to my biceps.” I turned my arm to examine my muscle and accidentally poured some of my drink on the table. I stifled a laugh. “Party foul!”
“You’ve had way too much to drink.” Brendan grabbed my glass away from me.
“No I haven’t. We only just got here.”
“We’ve been here for over an hour. And by the way, you promised you’d call James.”
“But I don’t have his number.”
He tapped the napkin in front of me. “I wrote it down for you as soon as we got here. Remember?”
“Huh. No.” I lifted it up and examined it. “I don’t remember and I also don’t like numbers that start with anything other than a 302 area code. I’m not calling this stupid New York City number.”
“Penny, you pinky promised.”
“I did?”
“You did. Twice.”
“I think two promises cancel each other out. It’s a fact. It’s not my fault you don’t understand the rules.”
“No way.” He handed me his phone. “Call him. Before I do.”
“He’ll know I borrowed your phone. He’ll recognize your number. I need to use a pay phone.”
“There are no pay phones anymore. At least, not that I know of.”
“There used to be one here…” I looked over my shoulder. Hadn’t there been? It was one of maybe three on campus.Where are you, elusive pay phone?
“Penny, that was a long time ago.”
I sighed. “Well I can’t call him on your phone. I revoke my offer to call him. No deal.”
“I’ll be right back. Don’t move, okay?”
I didn’t agree, but I didn’t plan on moving anyway. As soon as he left, I pulled my drink back to my side of the table. It turned out that Brendan was a little bossy too, just like James. James, James, James. Why did I keep thinking about him? I leaned down to put my straw in my mouth, but missed completely. The straw hit my cheek.Ow.I laughed and tried again.
Did James and I ever come here? We must have. I loved Grottos. Still did. Always would. It was the best pizza on the planet, and no one could tell me any differently. I grabbed another slice and took a huge bite. Cheesy, delicious perfection. I sighed.
“Here,” Brendan said and tossed a cell phone down on the table in front of me. “Now you can make that call you promised you’d make.”
“Whose phone is that?”
“I borrowed it from the bartender.”
That was a good idea, why hadn’t I thought of that? “Okay. I’ll call him. Why was I calling him again? I don’t want to talk to him.”
“At least let him know that you’re safe, alright?”
“I can do that. But I’m not leaving.”
“You can stay as long as you want.”
