Page 227 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“Is there parmigiano Reggiano in it? Or parmesan?”
“Parmesan I think,” my mom said.
Sophie scrunched up her nose. “I don’t like that. I’ll order pizza from that place I like.”
And by that she meant the only pizza place in town that didn’t hang up on her immediately. Sophie was a very picky eater. And it was low key embarrassing going out to eat with her. It shouldhave been harassment when she asked the waiter a bajillion unnecessary questions.
“Sophie,” my dad said. “We’re having lasagna for dinner. You don’t have to stay. And despite what you said, your father probably is expecting you home for dinner. Have you texted him?”
Sophie sighed. “Fine, Uncle James. Twist my arm, why don’t you? I’ll eat the weird parmesan based lasagna.” She ignored the whole part about telling her father.
“I think it’s mostly mozzarella cheese,” my mom said. “With just a little parmesan on top.”
“Just on top? Wait. Please tell me it’s at least deconstructed?”
My mom’s eyebrows pulled together. “Deconstructed lasagna? The whole point of lasagna is that it’s constructed...into lasagna.”
“Can I just have plain pasta and sauce? Wait, what kind of sauce is it?”
“Ellen makes it from scratch.”
“Do you have a list of the ingredients?”
My mom shook her head.
“Well, how many cloves of garlic are we talking? It’s not tomato sauce if all you can taste is garlic. There’s a balance to it.”
“I have no idea, Sophie.”
Sophie sighed. “I’m going to starve,” she whispered to me.
I stifled my laugh. As soon as Sophie tried the lasagna she was going to love it. I don’t know why she always made such a fuss.
And I was right. A lot of complaining later, and Sophie even had a second helping. Everyone was talking at the table, but I was barely paying attention. I kept checking my phone. I really didn’t love that the kiss thief thought I knew my way around sending and receiving sexy photos.
But I had touched his abs while he kissed me. And then there was the whole fact that I didn’t know who I’d kissed. My kiss thief probably already assumed I was pretty loose. Which wasn’t correct at all. Hopefully he was focused on the whole thing about it being my first kiss. And not how the kiss itself had gone down in a dark closet with someone I didn’t know.What is wrong with me?
I glanced at my phone again. I had no idea why I was worried abouthisopinion ofme. He was the stalker.
But when his text came, I almost fell out of my chair.
He hadn’t responded to my texts about his name. But it hadn’t taken him long at all to respond to one asking for a picture of his manhood. I shook my head. I was supposed to stop calling it that.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” my mom asked.
“Mhm.” My voice came out weird and high-pitched. “May I be excused?”
“Someone has a bathroom emergency,” Liam said.
I shot him a look. “It’s not a bathroom emergency.”
“Whatever you say.”
I didn’t really have a rebuttal. I needed away from the table immediately. It probably did look like I was about to shit myself. “I...um...” I glanced to Sophie for help.
But she was too busy eating the lasagna she’d complained about the whole time it was cooking.
I kicked her under the table.
