Page 370 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“A zombie?” He laughed. “And you thought a stuffed animal would kill me?”
I ignored him as I turned around and pulled my top back on. My mind was going a million miles a second. “Seriously, what are you doing here?”
“We’re supposed to work on our project.”
I spun around. “You said that you couldn’t because you had a date.”
“Yeah, but that painting class you sent us to only took like an hour.” He shrugged. “I’ve been hanging out here ever since.”
Wait.He’d actually gone to that painting place? I’d taken like a minute to find a place that did portraits and sent him the link hoping he’d just been messing with me. I didn’t even know if the place I’d found in Soho did nudes. “You went? To the painting place?”
“Yup. I painted something pretty good too. It’s in your secret lair if you want to look.”
“Oursecret lair.”
He smiled.
Why was he smiling?! “Axel, you can’t be in here. If my dad sees you...”
There was a knock on the door.
“Pumpkin?” my dad said. “Is everything alright?”
“Axel,” I hissed.
He just stayed on my bed looking all relaxed.
What was he doing?
“Pumpkin?” my dad said.
“One second, Dad!” I reached into my bag and quickly pulled my flannel pajamas over top of the sexy ones. I turned back to Axel and he was still just sitting on my bed like a total idiot. I leaned over my bed and pushed him.
He didn’t expect it and toppled off the side of my bed with a loud thud.
“Pumpkin?!” The door knob jiggled and the door started to open.
“Stay down!” I hissed and ran to the door just as my dad appeared in my doorway. “Hey, Dad. Do you like my new pajamas?”
“I thought I heard you scream? And a thud?”
“Soph called me and I’m a little jumpy from the movie tonight.” I laughed. “Sorry, I didn’t even realize that I screamed.”
“And the thud?” My dad looked over my shoulder.
“I tripped trying on my new favorite pajamas.” I gestured down to the new pjs that I was swimming in.
He slowly nodded. “They look very nice on you.”
“Thanks,” I said. My dad was a total liar. My mom was always wearing tight clothing. I knew he thought I looked like a flannelblimp. This game we played was ridiculous. “I’m obsessed,” I lied.
He smiled. “Fantastic. Well, I’ll let you get back to studying.” He looked over my shoulder at my desk. Where I knew I hadn’t pulled out my calc book.
“I was just about to start,” I said.
My dad nodded. “Well, let me know if you need those snuggies. I know how much those scary movies spook you.”
“Mhm.”
