Page 255 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“This guy is onto us,” she said. “Seriously...who do you think it is?”
“Jacob.” I hoped. “He knows we hang out together after school every day. It must be him.”
“Everyone knows we hang out after school. Oh my God.”
“What?”
Sophie made a face as she made a turn toward her apartment.
“What?” I asked again.
“We didn’t really consider that it might be someone who’s messing with you.”
“He’s not messing with me. He clearly likes me. The way he kisses me...”
“Scar, you’re hot. Anyone would be into the kiss. But we need to think bigger here. RJ and Liam jumped to the conclusion that you were being blackmailed. Maybe they have a point.”
I shook my head. “They only thought that because I said I needed the info by Saturday.”
“I know, it’s not about that. I just mean we need to consider the fact that something sinister might be afoot. We have enemies.”
“Are you talking about the Triple Gs?”
“Bingo. What if Gigi hired someone to be your kiss thief? All he has to do is make out with you. But she’s the one texting you, messing with your head. Trying to get inside information from you to leak to the whole school. Good Lord, what if I’m right?”
“No.” I shook my head. “I mean, yes, Gigi is the worst, but...” I sighed. Shit, she really was the worst. “She doesn’t know me that well. My kiss thief knows me. He likes me. He’s not just messing with my head.” I truly believed that.
“Girl, all he’s doing is messing with your head. He’s hiding behind a screen. He’s one big tease. And we don’t even know if the guy kissing you is the one texting you.”
Crap.Was that possible? My stomach churned. I thought about the picture I’d sent of myself in the bikini. I was really glad I hadn’t sent one of the more risqué ones. If this was Gigi somehow trying to blackmail me... “He knows details about the kisses though.”
“Which he could have told Gigi. If she’s behind this, he’d be reporting every detail back to her.”
I groaned. “Sophie, I hate this theory the most. Can’t we just go back to thinking it’s a hot football player?”
“I mean whoever is kissing you definitely is.”
I stared at my phone. “Maybe I should just stop talking to him then.”
“What? No. We need to figure out who it is! This mystery is giving me life right now.”
“I can’t keep talking to him if you think it’s Gigi.” I pretended to hurl.
“It’s just one theory. It could literally be anyone pulling the strings. Or it could just be who’s kissing you. We’ll have so much more information once we get that login info from RJ.” She pulled into the parking garage beneath her apartment.
Maybe I didn’t need to pretend to hurl. My stomach actually felt upset. “Isn’t there any way to tell if it’s a girl or a guy?”
“Actually...yes.” She put her hand out for my phone.
She could send him whatever she wanted as long as it ended the Gigi theory. She quickly typed out a text and handed my phone back to me.
“Sophie!” She’d texted him asking how many people he’d slept with.
“It’s the best way to tell. If the number seems weirdly high, it’s a guy. Because guys always add to the list. And if it’s super low, it’s a girl. Because girls are more likely to lower their number. I’d say anything above 10 is 100% a guy. And anything below 3 is probably a girl.”
“Or maybe the guy just doesn’t have much experience.”
“Does he touch you like he doesn’t have experience?”
