Page 397 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
I grabbed her a water from the mini-fridge and handed it to her. “You mentioned a new plan?”
“Yes. I scoured the locker room footage all week but couldn’t find a single clue. So here’s our new plan. You need to kiss your kiss thief again and actually pay attention to every detail. And thenyou’re going to dance with all five suspects at homecoming and compare them to the kiss thief. We’re talking exact height.” She put her hands on my shoulders. “Where his waist is.” She put her hands on my waist. “And you better freaking smell his cologne this time, Scar.”
“I can do that.” But it would probably be in reverse order. Because my kiss thief wanted to kiss me again at homecoming. Not before. But I didn’t say any of that out loud. His last text was burning a hole in my pocket.
“And Axel. And Mr. Halifax.” She did her best to keep an even face, but I knew how much that stung.
“I’m not dancing with Mr. Halifax at homecoming.”
“Yes you are. It’s the only way. You just need to get it over with. And then we’ll have unmasked your kiss thief by the end of homecoming.” Her phone buzzed. “Crap, I gotta go. Love you! Bye!” She went to the door.
“Are you okay to get home by yourself?”
“Yeah, RJ is driving me. I made him wait in the car while we talked.”
There was so much wrong with that sentence. But I definitely trusted RJ to get her home safe. I did not, however, believe that RJ had posed for this portrait.
I waited for Sophie to leave before pulling out my phone again. I had two new texts from my kiss thief.
“I know you have a boyfriend. I know I should stay away. All I want is for you to be happy. But I feel like you’ll be happier with me. And I won’t apologize for that. I won’t stop fighting for you, Scarlett. Not unless you ask me to.”
This was what I wanted. Someone to actually want me back.
But I hadn’t responded, so he’d written again.
“If you want what only I can give you, just tell me yes.”
I knew he was referring to homecoming. And third base. I slowly typed out “yes” on my phone and stared at it. I wasn’t even sure why I was hesitating. I knew what I wanted. I pressed send.
I looked once more at the portrait of RJ and laughed. Axel was ridiculous. I walked up the spiral staircase and lifted the trapdoor. I jumped when I saw Axel on my bed.Ah!I dropped the door a little loudly. Hopefully no one had heard that. I took a deep breath and pushed the trapdoor up again.
“It’s just me,” Axel said. “No zombies here.” He was on my bed, propped up against the headboard with his arms folded behind his head. He always looked so comfortable in my bed. The corner of his mouth ticked up. “Did you like the portrait?”
“You’re ridiculous.” I walked up into my room. “And how long have you been here? Sophie only just left the party.”
“It wasn’t fun without you there. Where were you, anyway? With the boyfriend?”
“You know that I was. You saw us drive off together.”
He lowered his arms from behind his head. “But you guys said you were coming.”
I shrugged. “Something popped up.” I tried to keep my face even. Where were all these puns coming from?
“Do anything fun?”
I wasn’t doing this with him. “Did you really go on that date with Gemma?”
“Did you not see the portrait I painted?”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t believe you. But let’s say you did. Who are you kissing next? Georgia?” She was the last Triple G he needed to torture me with.
“Is that your pick?”
“No.”
“Okay. I won’t kiss Georgia next then.”
“Good,” I said.
