Page 428 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
That was one way to describe the Mr. Halifax situation.
“That’s so sweet of you,” my mom said. “Isn’t that sweet, James?”
“Sure,” my dad said, deadpan.
“Who did you guys go to homecoming with your senior year?” I asked my parents.
“Oh, I skipped it,” my mom said.
“Baller,” Liam said.
My mom smiled at him.
“And you, Dad?” I asked.
He cleared his throat. “I went solo. My girlfriend at the time was...well...we were in a fight.”
“Opposite of baller,” Liam said.
My dad laughed. “Well, I did get to kiss someone I’d been wanting to kiss.”
My mom glared at him.
“And I did win Homecoming King. And got in a fist fight. And then I got back together with my girlfriend by the end of the night.”
I had so many questions.
“Who won Homecoming Queen?” Liam asked.
That wasn’t my top question. But I was curious.
My dad glanced at my mom and then back at me. “Isabella Pruitt.”
Pruitt. Wait.“Jacob’s grandpa’s other daughter?” Isabella Pruitt had been brought up a couple times in my household growing up. And everyone was always hush hush about her. I knew she’d died before I was born. And whenever my dad and Jacob’s grandfather were in the same room, everything always felt a little uncomfortable.
“Yes,” my dad said. “Anyway...” He looked over at Penny.
“Axel,” my mom said. “We had so much fun going out with your parents last night.”
“Actually, we did,” my dad said.
He didn’t elaborate.
This was the most awkward breakfast ever.
I wanted to know who my dad kissed at homecoming. And who he got in a fist fight with. But my parents seemed pretty stuck on changing the subject.
My phone buzzed. I pulled it out and subtly looked at it under the lip of the kitchen counter.
Sophie had texted: “The chicken is in the roost.”
“What?” I texted back.
“Gog is at the Stevens’ residence.”
I tried to hide my laugh. “Great.”
“How is the distraction going?”
