Page 338 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“Ew. What?”
She shrugged. “I told you they were wild.” She cocked her head to the side. “Yeah, I’m definitely still considering making them my whole personality. Aren’t they amazing?”
I leaned forward to read some of them. “There is no way someone actually follows these rules. They’re insane.”
“The person who lives here definitely does. See.” She pointed to rule #43. “Bikinis are the only acceptable girls’ trip outfit. Remember all those bikinis we found in her closet?”
Of course I remembered. I’d tried some on and texted my kiss thief inappropriate pictures. “I think some of these rules must have been messed up in translation.”
Sophie laughed. “Maybe. But they’re kind of everything. I’m going to try out rule #13 on Mr. Halifax next.”
I looked at the list. “If a girl forgets her purse, she must attempt to pay with her body?” I shook my head. “How on earth could that possibly apply to Mr. Halifax?”
“I don’t know. But I really want to pay him with my body. Do teachers accept tips?”
Someone laughed behind me.
I turned to see Jacob walking into the room.
“What are you guys talking about?” he asked.
“The Single Girl Rules.” Sophie pointed to the framed list.
Jacob leaned over me to get a better look. He laughed. “Rule #15 is pretty funny.”
I glanced at #15. No inviting guys to girls’ night...unless they’re strippers. Yeah, these had definitely gotten messed up in translation.
“And you two already broke a rule,” Sophie said. “Rule #34: First dates are meant to be spied on by your friends. I don’t remember being cued in to spy on you. Traitors.”
Jacob and I looked at each other.
“What?” Sophie asked.
“About that,” I said. “We...lied.”
“Lied about what?”
“All of it?” I didn’t mean for it to come out as a question.
“All of what?”
How was she not getting this right now? “Jacob did ask me out. But he’s not my boyfriend.”
“I’m so confused,” she said.
“We tried to kiss and it was so terrible.”
“I wasn’t terrible...” Jacob started.
“I know.” I sighed. “It was me. I made it weird. We tried a couple times. My tongue was out of control. And I honked a horn.”
“I’m still so confused,” Sophie said.
“After we realized we were better as just friends, Jacob agreed to fake date me. To make Axel jealous. Operation Too Hot to Handle is back on. Yay!”
“Sorry, what?”
I thought she’d be excited. But she looked hurt. “Soph, I’m so so sorry that I lied,” I said.
