Page 200 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 5
“Well, that doesn’t sound good. You hate that word. You must have done something really bad.”
I hated that word when it didn’t make sense. Like when people said they were sorry about my mom dying. But in this case? I couldn’t give him enough sorrys. The last time I’d seen him, Matt and I hadn’t even been together. I’d flirted with Felix at homecoming. I was such an idiot.
“I thought you’d be happy about the invite, newb. I never meant to make you cry.”
Shit.I wiped my face.
“Oh.”
I’d never heard him sound so serious before. I froze.The ring. He’d seen the ring.
He laughed even though it sounded forced. “Matt?” he asked and then sighed. He pulled one of his hands out of his pocket and scratched the side of his jaw. “I left to find you a better place to live. I didn’t realize he’d be offering you something too.”
“Can I just start from the beginning?” I couldn’t seem to make my tears stop. I hated hurting people. Especially Felix. All he’d ever done was be nice to me. He’d spoken to me when Matt kept me invisible. He’d freaking flown out of the country to make sure I didn’t have to live with Isabella. And the worst part was that I did love him. I loved Felix Green. I just wasn’t in love with him.
“Let’s run,” he said. “I really feel like a run.”
Okay.
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I filled him in on everything that happened after he disappeared at homecoming. Isabella’s insanity. Me running around New York in my underwear. Me actually getting close to my dad. Cupcake dating Isabella. Me dating Matt. Me getting engaged to Matt. Isabella’s threatening notes. All of it.
Felix stopped and leaned over to catch his breath. “Fuck.”
I wasn’t sure which thing had upset him. Probably all of it.
“So you’re engaged to Matt?” He was still staring at the ground.
“I’m sorry.”
He laughed and looked up at me. “I get it now. Why you hate the word sorry. Newb, you can’t be sorry if you love him. You can’t be sorry for being happy.”
“Of course I can. If it hurts you.”
He stood up straight and pushed his sweaty hair off his forehead. “I don’t want you to be sorry for being happy. I just want you to be happy.”
I pressed my lips together.
“You are, right? He makes you happy?”
I’m so freaking happy.I nodded.
“Well…good then.”
“Yeah?”
“What else am I supposed to say? You’re wearing his ring, newb. I think I’m pretty much out of the race. I mean…not this one.” He gestured to the track. “You only ever run with me.”
I smiled. I knew he was trying to joke around, trying to make things feel a little more normal between us. But Felix and I had never really been just friends. There had always been amaybebetween us. Now that I was engaged, though, there couldn’t be amaybe. But I hoped we could still be friends. “I don’t want this to mean we don’t hang out anymore. I want us to be friends. I still want you to sit with us at lunch and…”
“Is Matt okay with that? Because I don’t really feel like having to beat his ass again.”
I laughed. I probably wouldn’t have worded their fight that way. “He’ll be fine with it. He has to be. You’re one of my best friends, Felix. One of my only friends.”
Felix looked over at Cupcake. “Did he really draw a target on your forehead?”
“I don’t know if it was him. But I’m pretty sure.”
