Page 389 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“Definitely not,” I said. I’d decided he was using the term in place of hooker. And again...why did he think Jacob was okay with that? We were dating. I pressed my lips together.Fake dating.And I knew I was a hypocrite for getting jealous right now.
“Okay,” Mr. Nigel said. It didn’t look like he believed us. “But these stains are going to set.”
“Please,” Jacob said.
“I will give you exactly 20 minutes. I’m setting a timer.”
“Thanks, man,” Jacob said.
Mr. Nigel started walking toward the door that connected his house to Jacob’s.
“Wait,” I said.
He turned around.
“I know Jacob mentioned those backup security tapes from Odegaard to you. Do you think maybe you can locate them right now? Since we’re delaying the wash and everything? Surely it won’t take 20 minutes to get them?”
“I can’t. I have to spot the grass stains now, Scarlett. Since you’re making me wait 19 minutes.”
I guess the timer had already started.
He walked through the door and closed it behind him.
I sighed and sat down on the couch. “Well that was awkward.”
“I’m sorry,” Jacob said as he sat down next to me. “I really thought you wanted me to touch you or I never would have...”
“I wasn’t talking about that,” I said with a laugh. “I meant Mr. Nigel interrupting us.”
“Oh.” Jacob laughed.
We both stared at each other.
I cleared my throat. “Why did he think you’d have a suitress here?”
“I don’t understand Mr. Nigel’s thought process in the slightest.”
I laughed. “So...you’re not hooking up with other people?” I hated that I’d even said it out loud. I sounded so desperate.
“No. My whole family thinks we’re dating. You were here when I told them.”
I stared at him. He was saying he wasn’t seeing anyone else. But it wasn’t because he didn’t want to. He was just stuck fake dating me. “Right,” I said. I exhaled slowly. I didn’t know what else to say. I was pretty sure I’d messed everything up earlier when I told him to stop.
“So...” he said.
I looked up at him. All I wanted to do was climb back on his lap and kiss him again. But after accusing him of dating other people, it didn’t seem like a good move.
“Should we maybe pick up where we left off then?”
Oh thank God.It didn’t seem like he was weirded out by my questioning. But I was a little messed up in the head about it. “We only have 19 minutes,” I said. “Less now. Can we skip to you teaching me how to do it on you? Because I’m much more likely to need help with that, right?” I needed more time to sort through my warring thoughts.
“Are you saying that you want to give me a blowjob? Without me returning the favor?”
“Yes, let’s do that.”
“Really?”
I nodded.
