Page 91 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 5
I didn’t know that.
“Well. They used to be.” He shoved his hands in his pockets.
Used to be.They didn’t come over anymore since the fight? I’d expected as much. I hadn’t seen any of the Untouchablestogether in days. But it still made me sad. The four of them were best friends. How could everything crumble with one secret? Weren’t the elite propped up with secrets and silicone?
“I can’t,” I said. “Mr. Pruitt is really strict. And I don’t even know what’s going on with me and Matt.”
“Well, I do. Matt’s never been this into someone before.” Mason looked down at me. “You gotta give him another chance. He’s a mess without you.”
Mason was a playboy. Everyone at Empire High knew it. So it was shocking to hear him talk like this. First being open about the riff between the Hunters and Caldwells. And now about his little brother missing me? I could have been wrong, but it seemed like Mason Caldwell had a soft side.
“Time to go,” Isabella said.
“Make sure to let Brooklyn and Miss Alcaraz ride in the limo with you,” Mr. Pruitt said to Isabella.
“But Daddy. She can’t come. She’s wearing a crown and she wasn’t voted queen. It isn’t fair.”
“You will be nice to your sister or you’ll be the one staying home.”
Isabella’s eyes grew wide. “But…”
“No buts.” He turned to me. “And Brooklyn, if you do feel ill, please call me right away. I’ll come get you.”
It was silly and overprotective. But I was smiling so hard.
Mr. Pruitt walked back to his study and closed the doors.
For a few seconds the foyer was eerily silent.
“When hell burns over we’ll take the same limo,” Isabella said. “Come on, ladies. We’re leaving.”
“Do you want me to call a ride for you?” Mason asked me.
“It’s okay,” Miller said.
I hadn’t even seen Miller approach.
He stopped beside me, sizing up Mason. “I’ll be taking them.”
“Cool.” Mason lifted up his hands like he was innocent. Which he was. “See you at the dance, Brooklyn,” Mason said. “You too, Kennedy,” he added before joining his date.
“Well that wasn’t the best start,” Kennedy said as Isabella and her friends left. “But at least we get to have a sleepover!”
I laughed. “I can’t believe you want to spend the night here.”
“Both of you can’t fit in my bed,” Miller said with a smile.
I shoved his arm. And then immediately pulled back. Mr. Pruitt was probably watching us right now. But I didn’t want to have this conversation with Miller right in front of Kennedy.
“Obviously I’m sleeping in Brooklyn’s bed, perv,” Kennedy said.
Miller laughed. “Let’s get you girls to homecoming.”
“While we’re at the dance, would it be possible to have all of Isabella’s clothes cut up?” Kennedy asked.
That was a great question. We all laughed, even though I actually wanted to know the answer. How was I going to get through living with Isabella until she went off to college next fall?
I looked over my shoulder at Mr. Pruitt’s study door. I was only safe from Isabella when he was in the same room as us. And for the first time, I felt a chill run down my spine when I left the apartment instead of when I entered.
