Page 323 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
My dad laughed. “Jacob’s a good kid. He even came to me to ask me permission to date my daughter. I can’t think of a more respectable way to go about it. And we all love Jacob. What’s there to be upset about?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Liam said. “Maybe...Scarlett losing her V-card and getting pregnant and ruining her whole future? Wasn’t Mom really young when she had Scarlett?”
My dad almost spit out the sip of coffee he’d just taken.
What the hell, Liam?!
“Your mother was not a teenager when she got pregnant,” my dad said. “She’d graduated from college.”
Liam shrugged.
“She was 22. And she was 23 by the time Scarlett was born.”
Liam just shrugged again.
“That’s very different than 17,” my dad said. “Entirely different.”
“If you say so.”
I elbowed Liam in his side. What was he doing? Trying to get me put in a convent?
Liam had the audacity to smile at me.
Twerp.
“Besides,” my dad said as we got into the car. “Scarlett is waiting until marriage.”
That was the second time in less than 12 hours that my father had said that. Where had he come up with that idea?
Liam laughed.
My father ignored him. He seemed perfectly content in his delusions.
But hell, my dad was probably right. The only person actually interested in me was my kiss thief. And I refused to go to third base, let alone home, with someone in a dark closet. I stared out the window the whole way to school. Maybe I had it right last night when I was crying on Jacob’s shoulder. Maybe I was going to die alone. A virgin. Since I was waiting till marriage or whatever.
God, what was I doing reinstating Operation Too Hot to Handle? It hadn’t worked the first time. Why on earth would it work now? Axel thought of me like a little sister. That wasn’t going to change just because I was wearing another guy’s varsity jacket.
The pity party in my head ended pretty quickly though. Because when we pulled into the parking lot of Empire High, Jacob’s truck was parked right next to my dad’s usual spot. And Jacob was leaning against his truck waiting for me.
There was nothing like a fake boyfriend to lift your spirits, I guess. I climbed out of the car. “See you in class, Dad.” I hated that sentence. I still couldn’t believe that he worked here. But I didn’t let it bother me as I walked over to Jacob.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey.” Jacob put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer. “Gotta look the part.” His hands slid a little lower.
I laughed. I’d seen plenty of people hanging out just like this in the parking lot before.
“Jacob,” my dad said from behind me.
I cringed and didn’t turn around.
“Uncle James,” Jacob said.
“Hands a little higher.”
“Yes, sir.” Jacob moved his hands back to my waist.
“Good. See you both later.”
