Page 151 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
"Yeah."
"Go over to him. Talk for a few seconds and pull him onto the dance floor. When you're sure that Rory isn't looking, sneak out that back. I'll tell Rory you left with someone."
"Thank you, Connor. You're the best." I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
"Okay, game time." He lightly slapped me on the ass.
What the hell?I finally thought I was understanding Connor. These three guys were the most confusing people I had ever met. I pushed my way through the dance floor and walked right up to the guy with the baseball cap.
"Hey!" I said and touched his arm. "The Eagles?" I said and pointed to his hat. "I love them!"
He smiled at me. "You better love the Eagles if you live in Philly."
I could feel Rory's eyes on me. "You know what else I love? Dancing with handsome Eagles fans."
The baseball cap guy laughed. "Then it's my lucky night I guess."
I grabbed his hand and took him to the dance floor. We danced together for several minutes as Rory glared at me off and on. Connor knew his friend pretty well, because Rory definitely seemed jealous. When I finally got a chance, I excused myself, pushed through the people on the dance floor, and went out the back door.
Playing A Player - Chapter 23
Rory had come home late last night. But he had been alone. There was no late night moaning and bed squeaking. I was beginning to think I had him right where I wanted him.
The sun was barely up, but I was completely awake. I hadn't felt so calm and happy ever since Rory had moved in. Everything was working out so well. I almost felt like whistling as I walked down the sidewalk.
I wasn't sure why Connor was purposely pushing Rory's buttons to help get us closer. It seemed like he was just a genuinely nice guy. Same with Jackson. But for some reason I had a thing for Rory instead of his nice friends. I always seemed to fall for the wrong guys.
I stopped at the closest newsstand and grabbed a copy of The Post. After paying the man at the cash register, I flipped to the editorial section that my article was appearing in. I stood frozen in the middle of the sidewalk.Holy shit.There was a picture of me next to my article. A huge picture. There was never a picture of me next to anything I ever wrote.What the hell?
My phone started vibrating in my purse. I quickly pulled it out and saw that it was Emily.
"Hey," I said. The optimism I had felt earlier had completely evaporated.
"You're making it in the big leagues, huh? You look hot in that picture."
"Can you tell it's me?"
"Um...of course you can. And even if someone couldn't, your name is right there for everyone to see. Keira, this is so awesome. Congratulations!"
"Did you just see it because you read everything I write?" I asked hopefully.
There was an awkward pause on the phone.
"I love you Keira, but no, I don't read everything you write. I was just flipping through the paper and saw your picture."
"Shit."
"Are you okay?"
"Do you think he's going to see it?"
There was another awkward pause.
"Emily! I'm so screwed. Rory's going to see it and freak out. He's going to hate me! And I already promised Judy that I'd follow through with the articles. What am I going to do?"
"Calm down. No one reads the paper anymore."
"But even if he doesn't, Jackson or Connor might. He's going to find out." I grabbed the rest of the copies of The Post from the newsstand and put them down on the counter. I put my hand over the receiver and said, "Can I buy the rest of these?" to the man at the counter.
