Page 365 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 5
Instead, I just kept kissing her. And kissing her. And kissing her. I wasn’t sure whether it was for a few seconds or a few minutes. But I kept my hands firmly planted on her hips. I needed her to know that I wasn’t a shmuck like Cupcake. I needed her to knowthat I meant what I said. That I thought this was the real deal. That maybe we could both be okay.
Her fingers dug into the back of my neck, begging me for more.Fuck.
She felt it too.
God, I needed her. How long had I been waiting to feel like this again?
I could tell Kennedy needed this too. She needed me. And it had been a really long fucking time since I’d felt needed.
I pulled away before I accidentally did try to fuck her in the middle of a busy sidewalk.
She opened her mouth and then closed it again, tears still on her flushed cheeks.
“Come to my practice today.” I wiped her tears away with my thumbs.
“What?”
“Come to Empire High. I want to show you that you’re not stuck. That we’re allowed to live outside those walls.”
“Matt…”
“Do you trust me?”
She nodded.
“3 o’clock, okay?” I reached out my hand and hailed a taxi.
“That was stupid fast,” she said as a taxi pulled to a stop right away.
I laughed and opened the door for her.
For a second, the silence between us felt awkward. Did she regret the first kiss? The second? Both? Had I pushed her too far? I never wanted her to feel the way she had with Cupcake.Fuck. She’d told me it was a bad idea…
“I might be a little late,” she said. “I have a photo shoot at 1:30, and the client always runs over.”
“That’s fine. Practice doesn’t end until 5.”
“Okay.”
I smiled. “Okay then.”
She smiled back before climbing into the taxi.
I wanted to do some kind of victory dance as the taxi sped off. But my phone buzzed in my pocket. First I had to deal with Tanner.
***
Tanner’s apartment was pitch black again when I walked in. With all the windows, it should have been impossible. It was likehe’d installed blackout curtains just for this occasion. I stumbled into the great room and Tanner turned on the small lamp he’d set up yesterday morning.
But this time there were two wingback chairs. One for Tanner and one for Nigel. They were both pretending to read newspapers and I cringed, wondering if there was a picture of Poppy and me plastered somewhere in there.
“You broke curfew again,” Nigel said and slammed his paper on the ground. “We were worried sick, Mr. Caldwell. How could you…”
“Nigel, please, you sound hysterical,” Tanner said and folded his paper neatly. “Matt, we were worried sick! How could you do this to me two nights in a row!”
He sounded almost exactly as hysterical as Nigel had been. “I’m really sorry…”
“Sorry? You’re…you’re grounded, young man.”
