Page 424 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
He turned to me.
“I need you.”
His features softened. “Okay. I’ll stay.” He sent a quick text to his parents and then turned to open my bedroom door.
“What are you doing?!”
“Going to the kitchen.”
“Axel. Other door.” I pointed to the floor.
“Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously. You can’t come waltzing into my kitchen like you were here all night.”
He laughed. “I told you. Your dad won’t care if I’m in here now that you have a boyfriend.”
“You are sorely mistaken.”
“Fine. I’ll come to the front door.” He opened up the trapdoor and walked down. But his head popped up before he closed the door behind him. “Do you have any Tylenol or anything? My head is killing me.”
I probably should have told him that I’d hit him with a jarred candle. But maybe it was better that he didn’t remember. It wasn’t like he was wobbly on his feet. He didn’t have a concussion or anything. “Yeah, I have some in my backpack Ithink. One sec.” I grabbed my backpack and found the little bottle of Tylenol. I tossed it at him.
He easily caught it.
Yeah, definitely not concussed.“And please wait like...ten minutes. I need to change into my stupid flannel pajamas.” I also needed to text Sophie. Hopefully she was already at the Stevens’ residence fixing our problem.
“Got it,” Axel said. He closed the trapdoor behind himself.
I ran to the bathroom to freshen up, changed into my “dad approved” pjs, and pulled out my phone to text Soph.
But I already had a text waiting from her: “Heading over soon. How is Operation Big Brother going on the sister’s end?”
I groaned. “Ew. Am I the sister in this situation? Can we not?”
“Of course you’re the sister in the situation,” Sophie texted. “Our operation is literally called Operation Big Brother.”
“Well, big brothers don’t flirt with their sisters all night.”
“I mean...they can. But they probably end up in prison.”
I laughed.
And then another text came in from her: “Wait, did Axel flirt with you all night?”
“He was super wasted. But he kept calling me pretty.”
My phone buzzed again. But it wasn’t a response from Soph. It was my kiss thief.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. Did you sleep in those silky pajamas you sent me a picture of?”
I swallowed hard. No, I’d fallen asleep in my clothes snuggled up to Axel. But I didn’t want to tell my kiss thief that. I snapped a picture of myself in my flannel pajamas and sent it to him.
He responded right away: “You look sexy in those too.”
“You’re a liar.”
“You’d look sexy in anything. I love when you send me pictures.”
