Page 226 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“Why would we want a dick pic?!”
She laughed. “Why wouldn’t we? I’m so curious about what he’s packing. He’s super possessive. Stalkery. He has all the signs of big dick energy.”
I opened my mouth and closed it again. “Sophie, I’m not sending him a sexy picture of myself. And getting a picture of his manhood does not help narrow down this list.”
“His manhood?” She laughed. “Please never use that phrase again. And it does help us. I’ve seen six dicks on this list. I remember what they look like. So if we see your stalker’s, we can narrow it down.”
What the hell?“Sophie, if you’ve seen six of them, just delete them from the list. They’re obviously not stalking me if they’ve hooked up with you.”
“I don’t see your reasoning here.”
“Because it would be weird. We’re cousins.”
Sophie sighed. “How many times do I need to remind you that Axel and Jacob...”
“Are not my biological cousins! Stop it. Delete the six penises you’ve seen.”
She sighed again. “Fine. But this list isveryshaky now.” She deleted the six guys she’d hooked up with.
“Okay.” I stared at the list. “There’s only thirteen now.”
“A baker’s dozen,” Sophie said. “Are you hungry now? Because I’m hungry. All this sausage talk has my stomach growling.”
I didn’t feel hungry. My stomach was twisted into knots. And I kept glancing at my phone. Not because I wanted a dick pic from my kiss thief. I didn’t actually think he’d send one.
But I didn’t love what he was going to think about me after getting that text. He’d think maybe I’d done more things than he first realized. He said he was going to steal all my firsts. If he didn’t think there were any left...would he just...disappear?
Sophie stood up. “Come on. Let’s get some dinner.”
“My dad said you had to leave before dinner.”
She rolled her eyes. “As if.”
I laughed and followed her out of my bedroom.
My parents were in the great room, chatting on the couch.
“Can we order pizza?” asked Sophie and plopped down on the couch next to my mom.
“Oh. Um.” My mom turned to my dad.
“Sophie, we talked about this,” my dad said. “If you’re done with your research project, you need to head home. And isn’t your father expecting you home for dinner?”
“Probably not. And we’re not done with our project yet.”
Technically that was true. We still had a baker’s dozen men to whittle down. I glanced at my phone. My kiss thief hadn’t replied.
“It’s on me,” Sophie said and pulled out her phone. “What kind would you like?”
My dad laughed.
“Ellen already has a lasagna in the oven,” my mom said.
Yum.Ellen made the best lasagna.
“Lasagna?” Sophie thought about it for a moment. “That could work. But I have some questions.”
I forced myself not to groan.
