Page 229 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Where are your spoons?” he asked. But he didn’t wait for a response. He strolled into my kitchen and started opening drawers.
Seriously...what the hell is happening right now? Am I hallucinating?I nodded. That was probably it. Mr. Frost handed me a spoon. At least my hallucinations involved food. I plopped back on the couch and started to go to town on my soup. “Thank you, hallucination Mr. Frost.”
He smiled as I slurped up some broth.
I ignored the hallucination as he sat down next to me on the couch. He looked so out of place in here. Part of me wanted to poke him. Didn’t that make things disappear? Or make them wake from nightmares or something?
But the more soup I ate, the more real the situation seemed.
Every spoonful of soup made me feel a little better. And Mr. Frost was still sitting in my apartment staring at me.
“Are you real?” I reached out and poked his knee with my spoon. He didn’t disappear.
He smiled. “Is the soup helping?”
Why was he here? And why was he being nice to me? But...the soup was helping. I slowly nodded my head.
“I was worried about you.”
“Youwere worried? Aboutme?”
He nodded. “I know how seriously you take work. And I figured you must be really sick if you didn’t come in.”
Oh.Well...that was nice of him to notice how seriously I took my job. And it was very nice for him to bring me soup. I took another bite. “Thank you.” I didn’t deserve kindness. But I did appreciate it.
“Of course.”
I’d said some really terrible things about him behind his back. And now I was feeling kind of bad. I realized I was awkwardly staring at him.I can’t believe he’s here right now...
“I like the hat,” he said with a smile.
I awkwardly touched my furry hat.
“I should let you rest.” He stood up. “Take as much time as you need, alright?”
I sniffed. For some reason, I wanted to cry. Mr. Frost was usually so cold and cruel. If he could find a way to be kind to a monster like me...maybe there was a chance that Tanner could forgive metoo. I shook my head. No. It was time to die. “Thank you. I owe you one. If you see any cats on your way out, feel free to let them in.”
He gave me a weird look. “What?”
“Nothing.”
He cleared his throat. “If you’re serious about owing me one… I actually do need some help.” He sat back down.
I internally sighed. I was definitely gonna have to be on diva duty again. Or have to go on another business trip. If I somehow lived through the plague, whatever this was was going to suck balls.
“So...um... Christmas is coming up,” he said.
“Yup.” I started eating my soup again. The warmth was helping chase my germs away.
“And I could use your help.”
“Sure, whatever you need.” There was only a small chance I’d live to do it anyway. I lifted up my bowl and started drinking the broth from the side.
“I need you to be my fake fiancée for Christmas.”
I choked on the broth I’d just tried to drink.
He clapped me on the back to help. “My older brother just got engaged and now my grandmother is threatening to cut me outof the will if I don’t make steps towards starting a nice family like my brother.”
