Page 233 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
Sophie grabbed my arm to steady me as we high-tailed it toward the ladder. I was just about to be ungrounded. I couldn’t believe I let Sophie talk me into this photoshoot.
We both made it up to the guest bedroom and just tossed the carpet back over the hole when my phone started buzzing again.
“She’s calling!” I hissed.
“Just play it cool.”
We both knew I didn’t know how to play it cool.
Sophie seemed to remember who she was talking to. Instead of answering my phone, she opened the door of the bedroom. “Down here, Aunt Penny!”
“What are you doing?” I hissed. “If she comes in here she’s going to break her neck.”
“I’ve got this.” Sophie hopped onto the bed. “You stay there and make sure she doesn’t touch the carpet.”
I realized one of the corners of the carpet was folded over. I just tapped it down with my foot as my mom came to the door.
“What are you guys doing in here?” she asked.
“I was testing out the bed to see if I wanted to spend the night.” Sophie patted the mattress. “This should work.”
My mom raised her eyebrow. “Sophie, Scarlett is grounded. You can’t spend the night.”
“But...”
“No buts. And the two of you are supposed to be working on some project, aren’t you?”
“We finished early,” Sophie said.
“Then I think you should probably leave Scarlett to her chores. Since she’sgrounded.”
Sophie sighed and slid off the bed. “I guess you’re right. See you tomorrow at school, Scar. Have a fun night.” She winked at me.
My mom looked around the room, like she thought something was amiss. But then she shook her head and followed Sophie.
Phew.Sophie was a lifesaver.
I hurried up to my room before my mom could ask me any questions. I changed out of the bikini I stole and into a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top. I hid the contraband at the bottom of one of my drawers. I’d return it as soon as I got a chance.
I sat down on my bed and started going through the pictures Sophie took.Oh my God.These were...a lot. Was this really what my kiss thief wanted? There was no bashful nipple, but all the photos were quite revealing. My robe had even fallen when I was jumping on the bed. I was just in bondage lingerie laughing like I did it every day.
My stomach twisted into knots.
This wasn’t me. I’d tried changing myself for Axel. I didn’t want to change for anyone else. I wanted someone to just like me for...me. And my kiss thief presumably knew me. So didn’t he just want a picture of me being me?
Before I could chicken out, I snapped a picture of me in my pajamas sitting on my bed. I texted it to my kiss thief.
And then I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I groaned and fell backward on my bed.
He didn’t respond to my non-sexy photo. But he’d also never responded to me until nighttime. The earliest he’d ever texted me was during dinner. Probably because he was busy at football practice. Gah, I hated that we’d only narrowed it down to a baker’s dozen men.
I glanced at the time. It was almost dinner time now. Practice was over.
