Page 147 of All the Forbidden Things
I lick my lips at the thought of Billie in leather and have to shake my head to clear the image.
“Are you mad at me?” She asks, possibly mistaking my head shake being for something she’s done.
“Not even a little bit, now get over here.”
She moves so fast I barely see her coming. But when she wraps her arms and legs around me and rains kisses down on my face, I feel every single inch of her.
I turn at the sound of Billie’s door opening. Cal steps in. “You two kissed and made up—”
Cal stands and stares with his mouth hanging open as Billie slides down my body.
Her phone vibrates with a text in my hand.
“Dan,” I tell her as I pass the phone.
“Someone needs to start talking,” Cal leans against the now closed bedroom door.
“Oh great, Dan says the pictures of me are out there and going viral.”
“Pictures? What Pictures?” Cal asks.
“You man enough to tell him, or shall I do it for you princess?” She nudges my shoulder and asks. The entire online community are currently enjoying images of Billie’s tits and she’s standing there totally composed and calling me princess.
My mouth opens and closes a couple of times. I’ve no clue what to do first, explain things to Cal, tell Aaron to start legal proceedings and get the pictures taken down, or pull Billie up for calling me fucking princess.
“Whitney surreptitiously obtained pictures of Billie in a compromising position then threatened to sell them to the highest bidder if I didn’t give her a better divorce settlement.” I finally blurt.
“What fucking kind of compromising position?”
I’ve no clue how to answer, other than telling him the truth.
Billie gets in first. “It was just my tits.”
“Justyour tits? How the fuck did Whitney get a hold of pictures ofjust your tits?”
“She hid a camera in Max’s bedroom.”
Shit.
Cal’s mouth drops open as he looks between us. I actually get to witness the moment realisation hits him. His eyes widen then narrow. His mouth opens, closes, and then screws up as he snarls, “Why the fuck did you have your tits out while you were in Max’s bedroom?”
“For fucks sake. Well I wasn’t feeding Layla with them, was I?”
“Oh fuck,” I mumble.
“What? He’s gonna see them soon anyway. The pictures, and possibly my tits,” she shrugs. “Everyone’s—”
“Holy shit!” Jake. Fucking Jake.
“Take his phone off him, Jay. Before I come out there and beat him with it, take his fucking phone off him,” I call out.
“Oh please. They’re just tits. I have great tits—”
“I’m with Billie on that.” Jake again. If I didn’t have to go through Cal first, I’d go out there and punch the fucker.
“Shut your mouth, Wright. Aaron, can you see what you can do about getting them taken down?”
“Already on it,” Aaron calls back.
