Page 225 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
Sophie laughed. “Right. Okay. That takes us down to 28 potential stalkers. But if you get rid of Axel and Jacob it’s only 26. Should we eliminate them from the search?”
“I have no idea.”
She laughed. “Come on. Just come look. We’ll figure this out.”
I sighed and sat back up as she went through the list.
“Anyone popping out at you?” she asked.
“I barely know any of these guys.”
“But apparentlyheknowsyou.”
“Right. Maybe let’s narrow it down to who I have classes with then?” I asked.
“Brilliant. Um...” She scanned through the list and got rid of a few.
“Him and him,” I said and pointed to a couple of names.
“You think it’s one of them?”
I laughed. “No. I don’t have classes with them.”
“Right.” She deleted them from the list. “Okay. If the person has a class with you this year...that leaves 20 potential stalkers. Oh and we can get rid of Pavel. Because I call dibs.” She deleted him, leaving the total at 19. “You can easily kiss 19 guys.”
I shook my head.
“It’s like Prince Charming with a slipper but way hotter. Come on. I can already picture the kissing booth in my head. It will be so epic.”
“But people will come to it even if they’re not on our list.”
“Which is probably a good thing,” Sophie said. “Because this list is shaky at best. Stalkers don’t have to have classes with you. Axel and Jacob could easily be on this list. You could have remembered the guy’s height wrong. He could have been some rando that stripped down to his boxers at the party to fit in with the varsity guys. And we can’t really rule out the JV list entirely...”
“Sophie!”
“I’m just saying.”
I hated her logical side. “Let’s just focus on the 19.” That number seemed a lot more manageable. I could kiss 19 guys, right? Gah, why was I even considering the kissing booth? It was a terrible idea. And yet...it was also the only idea we had.
Sophie drummed her fingers on the desk. “OMG, I’ve got it.”
“You know who it is?”
“No, but I know how to find out. Hand me your phone.”
I gave it to her. She started typing something.
“Done.” She smiled and handed it back to me.
“Sophie,” I whispered as I stared in horror at what she’d just done.
She’d sent the kiss thief a text: “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“You’re welcome,” she said.
“Why would you text him THAT?!”
“So he shows us his dick of course.”
