Page 454 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“Then why didn’t you ask me?” Seriously. Why? And why was he hiding now?
“Because I couldn’t.”
I swallowed hard. “Because you’re my teacher?”
“Lol. You really do have a teacher kink.”
“I do not.”
“So you say...”
“Stop it,” I texted.
“I already told you, you can call me whatever you want as long as no one else touches you.”
My heart started racing even faster. “Just answer my question. Why didn’t you ask me to homecoming before?”
“I already told you. I couldn’t.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Trust me, baby, I would do anything for you to be on my arm this weekend. But I’m playing the long game here.”
“The long game?”
He didn’t respond.
“What long game?” I texted.
No response.
“Why do you never answer my questions? You’re infuriating. What long game?! Torturing me? Because it’s working.”
My phone buzzed, but it was a text from Jacob: “I’m in your secret lair.”
And now my heart was racing for an entirely different reason. I climbed off my bed and went over to the trapdoor. I lifted it up as my phone buzzed again.
The kiss thief had responded to my question: “I’m not trying to torture you. I’m planning on making you my wife.”
His wife?My phone somehow slipped out of my hand and dropped onto the spiral staircase.
Crap.It fell from step to step and then slid off the back of one of the steps and slammed onto the ground with a sickening crunch. I hurried down the stairs and Jacob picked up my phone.
“Your screen cracked,” he said and handed it to me.
“Great.” I sighed and looked down at the damage.
“Do you often throw stuff down through the trapdoor?” Jacob gestured to the broken glass all over the floor. “Seriously, what happened here?”
I’d totally forgotten to clean up the candle. “No idea,” I said and kicked a bit of glass to the side. “Must have been Sophie. Lookslike she dropped a candle.” I kicked a broken piece of wax to the side too.
“And can we talk aboutthatfor a second?” He pointed to the portrait of RJ.
I laughed. “Axel claims he painted that. The night he took Gemma to that portrait class that apparently we went to first.”
Jacob laughed. “There’s no way he painted that.”
“I know, right?”
