Page 268 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“I’ll let one of our 13 suspects mouth kiss me.” My phone buzzed. I had a text from my kiss thief.
“I hope I see you at my game today.”
I smiled and showed it to Sophie. “See. He’s not some random guy in the stadium. He’s on the team. Why else would he text me that?”
“I have no idea why stalkers do what they do. But can I text him back? I have a really good response.”
“Don’t promise him more sexy photos.”
“I won’t, I swear.”
I handed her my phone.
She smiled the whole time she was texting. And then she handed me back my phone. She’d written: “I’ll be cheering you on from my kissing booth.”
I laughed. “Nice one.”
My phone buzzed with his response: “Your what?”
“Ignore that one,” she said. “He’ll see soon enough.”
I couldn’t stop smiling. Maybe the kiss thief seeing me kiss other guys would make him come out of hiding.
There was a buzz of excitement in the air as the stadium filled with people decked out in Empire High blue and orange. But I didn’t see the mascot anywhere. Didn’t he usually come out early?
I looked back down at my phone as Sophie manned the kissing booth.
Sophie sat down next to me. “Um...you might want to duck.”
“What?” I looked up. We had a line again.
“Too late,” Sophie said.
What was she talking about?Oh. Oh no.My dad had just appeared at the end of the line. And he didn’t look nearly as excited as the other guys in our line did.
“Everyone move,” my dad said. “Now.”
The line dispersed.
“James, I’m sure it’s for a good cause,” my mom said as they made their way up to us.
It was not. We’d made it up.
My mom turned to me. “What are you fundraising for?”
“The football team,” I said and tapped the sign to the side.
“The football team gets plenty of donations,” my dad said. “Shut it down.”
“Uncle James, please,” Sophie said. “We’re just trying to do our part to help the team.”
“How much money were you hoping to raise?” he asked.
Sophie shrugged. “I don’t know. Like $500?”
“Great.” My dad pulled some money out of his wallet and slammed it down on the table. “Now you can close down the booth.”
“James,” my mom said. “They’re just having a bit of fun.”
