Page 437 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“RJ!”
“It’s no worse than those pictures you’ve sent the kiss thief.”
“It’s so much worse than that. I’m not kissing Henley.”
“Then Soph can do it.”
“Stop whoring out your sister.”
He laughed. “I’d hardly call a kiss whoring someone out. You live a very sheltered life, baby doll.”
“Hey, kids,” Mr. Tanner said as he walked up behind us.
Aunt Ash gave me a quick hug as the twins ran past me. Skadi ran over to the back of the couch and tapped on Jacob’sshoulder. He turned around to see her, but she ducked behind the couch. When he turned back around, she tapped his other shoulder and ducked. While she was pranking Jacob, Thorin slipped on something and crashed into the coffee table. He only knocked over one tray of food though. So that was a win for him.
“Oh my,” Aunt Ash said. “I should go pick that up. It looks like it’s going to stain.” She hurried off to help pick up Thorin’s mess.
“No worries,” Mr. Tanner said. “Nigel? Nigel, where are you?” He snapped his fingers. “Nigel?”
Nigel came running up to him.
“We need a new carpet in this room,” Mr. Tanner said.
“Now?” Mr. Nigel asked.
Thorin crashed into another tray.
“Eh,” Mr. Tanner said. “Let’s wait until after the game is over. Get the same one. But more stain resistant. And maybe order some more hors d’oeuvre to arrive shortly?”
“Excellent.” Mr. Nigel jotted the requests down in a notebook.
I stared at Aunt Ash trying to pick up the food. And for some reason, all I could think about was the top nude story Jacob had told me. I hoped no one asked how Jacob and I started dating. Because then he’d repeat the story he’d stolen from Aunt Ash and Mr. Tanner. Andthey’dat least know it was stolen.
“Now if you’ll excuse me,” Mr. Nigel said. “I need to confer with my grandson.” He pocketed his notebook and walked off.
I’d completely forgotten that Mr. Nigel had said he had a grandson. It was one of the reasons why he couldn’t get us that video footage from Odegaard. Because he’d been hanging out with his grandson. Which made no sense. Because his daughters were super young. At least they seemed interested in playing with the dolls though. They’d found the box and seemed very happy.
Mr. Nigel plopped down on the floor next to Parker.
Well, that didn’t make any sense. Parker was a girl. And about the same age as Nigel’s kids...
“Did Mr. Nigel just refer to Parker as his grandson?” RJ asked. “He does know that she’s a girl, right? I guess the name Parker could be a boy’s name. But...she’s obviously a girl.”
“Yeah, I have no idea what’s happening.”
We both watched as Mr. Nigel laughed and then put Axel in a headlock. He rubbed the top of his head, sending his hair in every direction.
“Or is Axel his grandson?” I asked.
RJ laughed. “Axel and him basically look the same age. That can’t be right. But I rarely have any idea what Mr. Nigel is talking about. He does make a mean cup of hot chocolate though. I wouldn’t mind having him as a grandfather.”
“I don’t think our grandpa would appreciate being exchanged.”
There was a knock on the door.
RJ and I both turned around.
“That’s not Henley already is it?” I asked.
