Page 336 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol 4
“I came to fetch both of you for la cena. Jim called and said he’d be home late, Brooklyn. You’re stuck with us for the rest of the evening.”
As much as I loved Mrs. Alcaraz’s cooking, I really needed to talk to my uncle. “But…”
“Mi amor, you look hungry. Come, come.” She started walking down the hall toward her apartment before I even got a chance to protest.
“Come on,” Kennedy said and slipped her arm through mine. “She’s making empanadas…your favorite.”
Darn Mrs. Alcaraz and her mouthwatering empanadas.
“Plus…she knows who you’re related to too. And I’m pretty sure she’ll cave before your uncle does.”
Kennedy was right. I quickly locked the door behind us and followed Mrs. Alcaraz. The secret of my father’s identity was spreading. All I needed was for it to spread to me.
The smell in their kitchen was heavenly. Mrs. Alcaraz placed a dish of steaming hot empanadas down in the middle of the table and I was the first to dig in.
“God, they’re both so hot. You couldn’t go wrong with either,” Kennedy said through a mouthful of steaming beef and pastry dough.
We hadn’t talked about how we were going to broach the subject with her mom, but I should have expected that we’d be sticking to the original plan. But now it felt awkward as her sentence hung in the air.
“Wait for them to cool then,” Mrs. Alcaraz said. She reached over and pulled the empanada out of Kennedy’s hand.
“I’m talking about the two boys Brooklyn has a crush on at school.” Kennedy grabbed the empanada back and took another bite.
I cleared my throat. “Right. Robert Hunter and Matthew Caldwell are both so dreamy.”
“But Kennedy told me you were dating Felix,” said Mrs. Alcaraz. “El narcotraficante.”
I just stared at her. “I’m sorry, I have no idea what that means.” I tried to swallow down my bite so I wouldn’t be talking with my mouth full.
“It means she likes him,” Kennedy said.
Her mother glared at her. “No. The drugs,” she said. “He has the drugs.”
“No.” I shook my head. “That’s not…” was there even a point in arguing with Mrs. Alcaraz about this? I sighed. “You’re right. Which is why I like those other two boys now.”
“Mis niñas.” She leaned forward and put one hand on my cheek and then her other hand on Kennedy’s cheek. “You’re both too young to date.” She removed her hands and started eating like that was the end of the discussion.
“But Brooklyn really likes both Robert Hunter and Matthew Caldwell,” Kennedy said. “A lot.”
Mrs. Alcaraz ignored her and kept eating.
“A lot a lot.”
Her mother continued to ignore her. Or was she just hiding her gaze? Was she actually avoiding eye contact?
Something in my stomach churned. And it wasn’t the delicious food.
“She’s thinking about sleeping with them,” Kennedy added.
Mrs. Alcaraz spit her food out onto her plate and started coughing. “Perdóneme?” she asked after a huge gulp of water.
“At the same time,” Kennedy added.
Mrs. Alcaraz turned to me with so much shock on her face. “Grupo de tres?”
I didn’t need to understand Spanish to know that the words group and three were a part of that sentence. As in…threesome. “No,” I quickly said. “Nunca.”
Mrs. Alcaraz sighed. “Kennedy, what has gotten into you?” She grabbed the empanada from Kennedy’s hand again.
