Page 513 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“Oh...um...yes, Mr. Hunter,” Zach said. But he didn’t let go of my waist. Because I was currently blocking his massive erection from view.
“Now,” my dad said firmly.
I took a step forward, doing my best to keep the tent in Zach’s pants out of my dad’s eyesight.
“Dad, everyone is dancing that way.” I pointed to the dance floor.
“Everyone stop grinding!” my dad said. “What are we? In the early 2000s? There has to be some other kind of dance now.”
Mr. Halifax chuckled. “You’d think.”
Ah!Why was he here?!
My dad and Mr. Halifax just stared at each other for a moment.
“Can I help you with something, West?” my dad said. “I’m having a private conversation with my underaged daughter.”
Dad!Why did he always make everything so much more awkward?
“I thought you might need these.” Mr. Halifax held out some napkins.
“Right.” My dad took them and leaned over to sop up the mess on the floor.
“I can get it,” I said and tried to stop him from getting any closer to the spiked soda.
But my dad had already crouched down.
“Wait, what’s that smell?” He sniffed the air and his eyes zeroed in on the puddle of soda on the ground. He snatched the empty can and took a deep sniff.
I sighed.
“Did you spike this?” he asked me.
I shook my head. “No. Is it spiked?” I feigned a shocked face. “It must have come that way.”
My dad cursed under his breath and stood up. “The sodas have been spiked!” he yelled. “I repeat, the sodas have been spiked! All chaperones on deck!”
The chaperones started snatching cans out of everyone’s hands.
This was so embarrassing.
“Clean this up while I fix this,” my dad said and thrust the empty can into Mr. Halifax’s hand. But then my dad paused because Zach had tried to awkwardly shuffle away with his hands over the front of his tuxedo pants.
My dad frowned. “Does that boy have...” He shook his head and cursed under his breath. “I can only handle one problem at a time.” He snatched a can out of Sophie’s hand and started weaving through the dance floor, leaving a trail of thirsty students behind him.
Mr. Halifax crouched down to clean up the rest of the mess.
“I can do that,” I said and knelt down next to him. I reached out to grab one of the napkins my dad had discarded.
Mr. Halifax reached for the napkin at the same time and our fingers collided.
He cleared his throat and grabbed another napkin. “Are you having a good homecoming, Miss Hunter?”
I nodded.
“You seem to be the belle of the ball.”
I laughed awkwardly. “No, that’s Sophie.” I nodded over to her.
