Page 257 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“Because you said you were trying to seduce a teacher. And the camera thing.”
She shrugged. “You know my dad never yells.”
“My dad grounded me for an entire week for wearing a short skirt and heels. You were spread eagle on our teacher’s desk and he just gave you tips on how not to get caught doing something illegal. Speaking of which...is it actually illegal to put cameras in locker rooms?”
“Oh, yeah. Highly illegal.”
“Sophie, I wouldn’t have gotten RJ to do it if I knew that.”
“It’s fine. RJ knew it was illegal. He knows what he’s doing.” She opened up the fridge. “Oh no,” she said.
“What?”
She pointed to the empty drawer in the fridge. “We’re out of pudding.” She sighed and closed the drawer. “Whenever my dad has any extra free time he always does this.”
“Eats lots of pudding?”
“No. Plans a prank.”
“Oh. Right.” I stared at the empty drawer. Uncle Rob loved his pranks. Especially ones involving pudding. “It’s not Thanksgiving though.” That was usually the day he chose to unleash puddingy hell.
“Yeah, he’s practicing, I guess. I’m going to end up with pudding all over myself sometime over the next few days. I should probably go change out of my uniform just in case it’s tonight.”
***
After searching the apartment for hidden pudding traps, we were now in the family room doing our homework. I kept glancing at my phone, hoping RJ or the kiss thief would text me back.
It took a whole hour before my phone finally buzzed.
I grabbed it. “We have access.”
Sophie tossed her calculus book to the side. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited for anything in my life.”
I logged in and my screen split into 6 smaller screens, all with live footage from the men’s locker room.
“There’s barely anyone in there. Can we rewind it?”
I rewound the footage to when RJ put it up. There was a closeup of his face in one of the screens. “Perfect,” he said and jumped off one of the benches.
“I’m so glad these cameras have audio. Look! Guys are coming in!” She pointed to one of the screens.
Liam and RJ pretended to look all casual as their teammates walked into the locker room.
RJ turned toward the camera and pulled off his shirt. And then he winked.
What was that little pervert’s problem? I exed out of that screen so I wouldn’t accidentally see my cousin’s dick.
“Ah! More guys are changing!” Sophie grabbed my phone and zoomed in. “Bingo.” She showed me a closeup of someone’s junk.
“Sophie! I don’t want to see that.” And why was it out? Where was his underwear?!
“But Single Girl Rule #9: If you hear about a well hung-man, share the news.” She pointed to the penis on the screen.
“What are you talking about?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I found a list in that Russian chick’s apartment titled Single Girl Rules. They’re wild to say the least. And I’m highly considering making them my whole personality.”
“I don’t think we should be following a list of strange Russian rules.”
