Page 520 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
Luis laughed. “It’s probably my girlfriend’s.”
“Or George’s.”
“Are you talking about Georgia?”
“Yes. The girl you’re cheating on your girlfriend with.”
“It’s not like that,” Luis said.
“Oh, really?”
“Really. She likes it. I tell her everything I do with Georgia. It turns her on.”
I scrunched up my nose. “There’s no way she likes that.”
“No, she does. Well, mostly. Every now and then she keys my car. But it’s just part of the game. The makeup sex is so worth it.”
I just stared at him. Because I had no idea what to say to that.
“It seems like you and Axel are into something similar.”
“What?”
He gestured toward my right.
I turned to see Axel slow dancing with some blonde cheerleader. His head was turned away from me, but the angle made it seem like he might be kissing her.
I quickly turned away just in case. I didn’t want to see that.
“The makeup sex is great, am I right?”
“No, you’re not right, Luis.” I shook my head. “Axel and I aren’t dating. I’m with Jacob.”
“So they’re sharing you?”
“What the hell are you talking about? No.” I was honestly surprised Luis had never dated Sophie. Because they had similar views on jumping to wild conclusions about threesomes.
“Oh. Well...if you’re looking for a little fun. I bet my girlfriend would really love hearing about us hooking up.”
“I’d rather jump off a cliff.”
He laughed. “You haven’t lived at all, Scarlett. Come on. It’ll be our little secret. Well, and my girlfriend. It’ll be a fun game.”
Luis was disgusting. I felt bad for drawing a similarity between him and Soph. But I had a sick feeling in my stomach. Was I already part of some twisted game between Luis and his girlfriend? Was he hooking up with me in dark closets and then describing it to his girlfriend so he’d get his car keyed? I shuddered.
“You didn’t answer my question,” I said.
“You asked a lot of questions all in a row. Are you talking about William? Because yeah, he’s definitely gay.”
That was the least of my worries. “Are you cheating on your girlfriend with anyone besides George?”
“Georgia. And you tell me, babe.” His hands slid to my ass.
I pushed him off. No. My kiss thief wasn’t a creep. At least, I hoped not. It could easily be Luis. Or Mr. Halifax. Or Leo. Or someone that wasn’t on my list at all.Ugh.
“Text me if you change your mind,” Luis said and walked away.
Text? No. Noooooo.Was that a confession? Because I’d texted my kiss thief a ton. And I didn’t have Luis’ number. Unless he was my kiss thief.God.
