Page 189 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 5
I was used to the funny texts from Rob. But now that I knew it was James? It didn’t seem so light anymore. What did James want to talk about? He didn’t mention Operation Disappearing Troll. Was it about something else? I bit the inside of my lip. It didn’t matter. I promised Matt. “I’m still not home,” I wrote back.
He texted back right away. “But I like being miserable with you.”
My stomach twisted into knots. Matt said he didn’t care about James’ wellbeing anymore. But he did. I knew he did. And he’d want to make sure that James was okay, even if they were fighting.
“Are you okay?” I texted.
“No. I’m miserable. And it’s loud here.”
“Where are you?”
“I don’t know. Some club.”
A club?That meant he was drinking. Or worse. “What club? Where?”
“Are you coming?”
“James, tell me where you are.”
“I like when you’re bossy. Come make me feel better.”
Yeah, he was definitely drunk. Or high. Or something. I had no idea what his current elixir of choice was. “James, give me the address.”
“Call me and I’ll give it to you,” he texted back.
Damn it.“Fine. One second.”
I walked over to Mrs. Caldwell and Kennedy. They were flipping through books of different hairstyles. I hung the Sandy leggings on the back of one of the chairs.
“I need to make a call real quick,” I said. “I’ll be right back.”
“Wait,” Kennedy said. “What do you think of something like this?” She flipped around the hairstyle book she was holding. The model in the picture had these beautiful chestnut highlights in her hair.
“That would look amazing on you,” I said.
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely,” Mrs. Caldwell said. Then she turned to me. “Don’t go too far, sweetheart. Not past security, alright?”
“Mhm.” I made my way out of the private room. The grand entrance was completely empty. I pressed on James’ number.
“Hey,” he said. But I could barely hear him over the music blaring in the background.
“James, where are you?”
“Where are you?”
I shook my head. “I’m out.”
“Are you with Matt?”
“No. I’m out with his mom. Tell me where you are.”
“I like Mrs. Caldwell,” he said. “She’s nicer than my mom. Everything Matt has is better than what I have.”
Oh, James.“Can you please tell me where you are?”
“What are you and Mrs. Caldwell out doing?” he asked, ignoring me.
