Page 236 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 5
“Are you feeling alright?” Rob asked. He looked so freaking happy.
“I’m fine, twerp,” Isabella said. She lifted her champagne flute and downed the rest.
Oh no.
Rob’s eyes grew round.
“Oh, shit,” James said under his breath. And then he just laughed.
I don’t think any of us had expected Isabella to drink all of her champagne. That wasn’t part of the plan.
“You okay?” Matt asked me. He put his hand on my thigh. “You look a little pale, baby.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” But I wasn’t. I was pretty sure my stomach suddenly felt as upset as Isabella’s was about to. I just wanted alittle payback. Not arealaccident. Just a teensy tiny threat of an accident would have been enough for our prank to work.
“How much did you put in there?” I tried to mouth silently to Rob.
He just shrugged. But it looked like he was about to burst out laughing.
Oh God.Rob had really had to encourage me about the laxatives part of the plan to begin with. But he insisted that they were necessary. I never thought she’d down the whole glass. This was bad. Really, really bad.
Isabella’s stomach gurgled even louder.
Poppy leaned forward to see where the noise was coming from.
Isabella grabbed her napkin and wiped off her forehead.
She looked…sick. Damn it, this wasn’t part of the plan! She was just supposed to feel uncomfortable and stand up to excuse herself. Simple as that. But Isabella didn’t move at all. She just kept sitting there, her stomach gurgling more and more.
Her cheeks puffed up like she was going to barf, but she swallowed whatever it was back down. But the air still had to come out of somewhere. So she farted. Loudly.
My mouth dropped open.
Someone’s fork clattered onto their plate.
“Excuse you, Rob,” Isabella said.
“That wasn’t me,” he said. “That was all you, Wizzy.”
“No it was not.” Her stomach gurgled again. It looked like she was dying to get up. But now if she did, it would basically be a confession that she was the one that farted.
It didn’t matter though. Because she farted again, even louder this time.
Okay, maybe it was a little funny. I pressed my lips together so I wouldn’t giggle.
Isabella’s face contorted with pain. There was no way to explain her way out of this. Everyone had to know it was her.
“If you’ll excuse me for one second,” Isabella said. “I think I left my…curling iron on.” She grabbed her stomach.
Rob laughed. “You better hurry, Wizzy. You don’t want another accident like that pool one. I can think of a pretty endless list of new and improved poop-themed nicknames.”
She elbowed him in the neck as she stood up.
“Ow,” Rob said.
Isabella farted again so loudly that every single person at the table had to have heard it.
I tried my best not to laugh. This was horrifying. And maybe we had taken it a little too far. But it was kind of hilarious too.
