Page 431 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
My brother was useless. “I’m calling RJ.” I pulled out my phone.
“Don’t bother. RJ doesn’t know how to pick a lock. We both joined the lock picking club, but we haven’t learned how to actually do it yet. We joined like...on Wednesday. After Soph told us there was a club.”
I sighed. “Wait.” I remembered that conversation. We were talking about that club while Sophie was going through all the kiss thief suspects.
“If you want someone who can pick locks, you’re going to want to talk to Henley. He’s the president of the club.”
Right. Suspect number one.“Henley the Jealous Lock Picker.”Screw me.“Do you have his number?”
“Sure.” He didn’t offer to give it to me.
“So what is it?”
“We need a plan first, Scar. You’ll be inviting Henley to Axel’s apartment. And Henley hates Axel.”
“Hence the nickname Henley theJealousLock Picker, I know.” Henley was the backup quarterback. And presumably wasn’t a fan of Axel’s. And probably vice versa. It was awkward to invite him.
“So Henley’s not going to want to come. Unless you offer him something in return.”
I sighed. “Like what?” I already knew what Sophie would say I should offer him. A kiss. And it could cross one more suspect off my list. But I was really hoping to just dance my way into unmasking the kiss thief at homecoming. “You think I should offer to make out with him?”
“Um...no. Gross. No one wants that. I’m saying he’ll want to like...shit on Axel’s pillow or something.”
“I can’t let him do that. That’s disgusting.”
“Not as disgusting as kissing you.”
“Twerp. Just give me his number.”
“I’ll text him,” Liam said.
“No, give it to me.”
“It’s fine,” Liam said. “Henley and I are cool. I’ll get him to come. You’ll just make it weird.”
I would not! But whatever.“Fine. But don’t you dare tell him he can shit on Axel’s pillow. And don’t you dare tell him about the footage...”
“What footage?” Axel asked as he walked out of the kitchen.
Ah!“Liam sent a nude video to a Russian oligarch.” I had no idea why I’d saidthat. It was just the first thing that popped into my head.
Liam laughed. “Sure. As one does.”
“Cool,” Axel said. He stared back and forth between me and Liam. “You guys ready to go?”
“Yup,” I said.
Axel’s eyes trailed down my body. “You sure about that?”
What?I looked down. I was still wearing my flannel pajamas. “I’ll be right back. I need to change.” I hurried back toward my bedroom. But I heard footsteps behind me.
Axel jogged up next to me.
“Why do you keep trying to see me change?”
“I don’t. You keep flashing me.”
“Would you please just wait in the living room?” I asked.
