Page 371 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“Goodnight, pumpkin.”
“Night, Dad.” As soon as he walked away I locked the door.
“Snuggies?” Axel asked as he sat back down on my bed.
“Seriously, you have to leave,” I said.
He laughed. “I don’t think so.” He leaned back against the headboard again.
“The last time my dad caught you in here he totally freaked. If he catches you in my room again I’ll be grounded for eternity.”
“I don’t think so,” he said again.
“Of course I will!”
Axel shook his head. “You have a boyfriend now. A boyfriend that isn’t me. I hardly think your dad can be upset if we hang out in your room now. It’s not like you’re a cheater.”
“Right,” I said. Probably way too quickly. I thought about the pictures I’d just sent my kiss thief. And the fact that I was only dating Jacob to make Axel jealous. I stared at him. But he did make a really good point. It was basically like hanging out with Sophie now. According to Axel and my dad anyway.
“So I don’t see the problem,” Axel said.
“It’s still a rule though.”
“Well, next time don’t shove me off your bed and I’ll go through the trapdoor. Deal?”
Now this was a deal I actually wanted. Partially because he saidnext time. Like he planned on sneaking in here a lot. “Deal.”
“Nice pajamas by the way,” he said.
“Shut up.” I pulled off the frumpy mess.
“I meant it. You look cute in them.” He tossed my stuffed animal at me.
I shook my head and set my red panda back on the bed. That was the whole problem. Axel just saw me as a cute little sister or something.
“So a zombie movie, huh? Doesn’t Jacob know you hate scary movies?”
“Of course he knows. He just thought it would be fun.”
“And you still snuggle with your dad when you see a scary movie?”
“No.”
“He thinks you do.”
“I haven’t in years,” I said. Okay fine...maybe last Halloween. But Soph had made me watch a really scary movie. And I thought I was going to die in a house fire after my arms had been cut off with a chainsaw. Anyone would have wanted snuggles with their dad.
I cleared my throat. “So...our project. Should we get started?”
“I already submitted our more detailed idea through the portal.”
I stared at him. “You already submitted it? But you didn’t even ask me.”
“I’ve been hanging out here for a while on my own. What was I supposed to do with my time?”
“You were supposed to be on a date. Which you clearly weren’t.”
“My painting is downstairs. Like I said.”
