Page 367 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“Are you okay, sweetie?” my mom asked. “What’s wrong?” She hurried over to me.
“You just surprised me, is all.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. But I’ve been waiting for you to come home. Your dad is busy grading some assignments. And I have something I want to give you in private.”
Okay...I followed her into the kitchen.
She looked around like she was about to be caught, and then she opened up a cabinet. She pulled a shopping bag out of it, looked both ways again, and then turned to me. “This is for you.” She held the bag out for me.
“This feels like contraband that I’m going to get in trouble for having.”
My mom laughed. “Nonsense.”
“You literally hid it in a cabinet no one ever goes in. And said you had to give it to me in private.”
“Just open it, sweetie.”
My mom was going to get me grounded. But I pushed back the tissue paper. There was a pair of flannel pajamas in the bag. Like she’d told me she was going to get me. “Um...okay,” I said. “Thanks.” I was so confused about her theatrics right now. “Dad is going to love these.”
“I know. But look underneath of them,” she whispered.
I pushed the pajamas to the side. A pair of the silky ones we’d seen at Odegaard were hidden underneath. I looked up at her.
“Just in case,” she said.
“Just in case?”
“You have your first boyfriend now. No one expects you to be wearing flannel for...intimate times.”
“Intimate times? Gross, Mom.”
“I’m just saying that you and Jacob might...I don’t know. It’ll be your first time. I want it to be perfect for you. My first time was terrible and I...no...don’t look at me like that. I’m not talking about this.”
“Why was your first time terrible? And are we talking third base or fourth?”
“We’re talking about you right now, Scarlett. And have you already gone to third base?” She looked a little freaked out.
“No.”
“Oh.” She smiled. “Good.”
“Good?” I laughed. “You just bought me a sexy outfit for my first time.”
“Shhhh,” she hissed. “I’m just trying to help.”
“If you want to talk to me about stuff like this, we have to actually talk. Which means you have to tell me stuff too, Mom.”
“When you’re 18.”
I groaned. “You know, if you told me all your stories, maybe I could avoid some of the mistakes you made.”
“I didn’t make any mistakes.”
“You literally just said your first time was terrible.”
“But it all led me to this moment, Scar. So how could any of those things been mistakes?”
“Any ofthose things? How manythingsare we talking about? Lots?”
