Page 408 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“Darn, you’re right, little one.” Sophie turned in a circle. “I’ll tackle his dresser. Scar, you look under his mattress.”
“Do you think the mask is under the mattress?” Parker asked.
“Or something else.” Sophie waggled her eyebrows at me.
I tried not to disturb his comforter or backpack that was on his bed as I pushed the mattress up. If Sophie was expecting him to be hiding porn here, she was sorely mistaken. Who even had porn magazines besides 50-year-old men?
“Can I draw now?” Parker asked.
“You know what would be more fun?” I said. “Being careful to put everything back exactly as you found it so no one will ever know we were here.”
“Or we can break his lamp.”
“Parker.”
She put her hand on the lamp on his desk.
“Parker, no.”
She laughed. “Fine. Can I check his backpack for the mask?”
“Also look for a phone while you’re at it,” Sophie said as she slammed a drawer shut.
“Ax always has his phone on him.”
“We’re talking about a second secret phone. Have you ever seen him with one of those?”
“No,” Parker said. “But he does text an awful lot. And I think he’s been sneaking out at night.”
Sophie and I turned to each other. We both knew where Axel had been sneaking. But it was probably best not to tell Parker. It didn’t seem like she was great at keeping secrets.
Parker lifted up Axel’s backpack and shook it, sending all the contents out on the bed.
“Parker, please,” I said. “Everything needs to go back exactly where it was.”
“Oops. But there is no phone.” She looked inside to make sure.
“Just put it back as best as you can.”
Parker nodded.
Sophie opened another drawer and then another. “Wasn’t the kiss thief wearing a hoodie once?” She pulled one out of the dresser.
“Everyone has a hoodie,” I said as I knelt down and looked under Axel’s bed. There was literally nothing suspicious here.
“Oh my,” Sophie said.
I turned around to see her staring into a drawer.
She immediately closed it. “Don’t look in that one.”
“What was it?” I asked and stood up.
“Nothing.”
I walked over to her.
“You don’t want to see,” she whispered.
