Page 345 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
Liam laughed. “Or...not.”
“What?”
RJ shook his head. “I’ve never known anyone with a huge dick to hide it. That’s why all the guys think he has a micro-penis.”
“No way,” Sophie said. “Boy is packing.”
Jacob shook his head. “He’s new to the team, and I don’t think anyone has ever seen him change. That micro-penis rumor has been going around for like a week. I’ve heard it too.”
“But I would have heard that if it was true,” Sophie protested. “There’s no way. I call dibs on pantsing Zach.”
“I don’t think anyone is fighting you there,” Jacob said.
I laughed.
“Wait,” RJ said. “You said his dad is ex-CIA?”
Sophie nodded.
“You guys, the rumor only started recently. What if he’s not changing in the locker room because he knows about the cameras?”
We all looked at each other.
Shit.“You might be right.”
“I’m going to have to take them down,” RJ said.
“No way.” Sophie shook her head. “We still need access to them. We shouldn’t make a move until we know for sure that Zach the Stallion has located the cameras.”
RJ shrugged. “Fine. But we gotta give Zach a new nickname. How about...Zach the Miniature Horse?”
“No,” Sophie said.
“How about Zach the Shy Spy?” I said.
Sophie smiled. “I love it.” She turned to his picture. “You mysterious bastard, you.” She took a step back from the bulletin board. “Okay, Scar. Who do you think it is?”
I stared at the five possibilities. Plus Axel. Plus Mr. Halifax. “I have no clue.”
“What was the last thing the kiss thief texted you?” Liam asked.
I pulled out my phone. “The thing that RJ read out loud.” I clicked on the message. “A boyfriend, huh? Does he know you dream about me when you fall asleep every night? I have a feeling he won’t be your boyfriend for long.”
“And you didn’t respond?”
I shook my head.
“I think we need to put up another kissing booth at this weekend’s game,” Sophie said.
I stared at her like she’d lost her freaking mind. “Absolutely not. The last one exploded. We need a different plan.”
My phone buzzed in my hand. But no one noticed because they’d all started talking about different ideas.
I clicked on the text from Axel.
“You sent me soup.”
I texted him back. “Of course. I always send you soup when you’re sick.”
