Page 148 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 5

And waited.

And waited.

I opened the lid of the box of condoms in Matt’s nightstand. It looked like there were only a few missing. That was a good sign. I knew he’d been with other girls. But there was something nice about knowing that maybe it wasn’t that high of a number.

The phone kept ringing.

I closed the lid and sat down on the edge of the bed. Just when I thought it would go to voicemail I got a groggy, “Hello?”.

“Kennedy! Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Her voice sounded so small. Just like it had after she’d told me about what Cupcake had done to her. The realization hit me hard. Cupcake had drugged her. Getting drugged by Isabella was probably bringing all those feelings back. I imagined her curled up on a ball in her bed, her knees tucked into her chest. It killed me to see her like that last time. And it was my fault she was like that now. I didn’t want her to disappear on me again. She was the brave one. Not me.

“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I never meant to drag you into…”

“Stop,” she said with a small laugh. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It was Isabella. God, I feel like such an idiot. I barely remember last night. But I remember drinking with her. I remember for just a minute it seemed like she was actually my friend. I feel so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” I said. “Isabella is really good at convincing people of things.” She had convinced me to get into that damn limo. And for a few seconds there, she had convinced me I was trash. She’d even tried to convince me I didn’t belong in thisworld. But I did belong. And I wasn’t going anywhere. “I wish I was there to hug you.”

“Me too.” She sniffed. “Are you okay?” she asked.

I blinked fast, forcing my own tears not to fall. I needed to be strong for her. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“That didn’t sound convincing at all. What exactly happened last night? The last thing I remember was dancing.”

I filled her in on every detail. All of it. Rachel, James, Dr. Wilson, every single thing that happened last night. I was already feeling lighter once I got it off my chest.

“I believe most of what you said. But there’s no way I rawred at Robert Hunter.”

“Oh that part was absolutely true.”

She laughed for real this time. “How am I ever supposed to go back to school after that?”

“Try going back to school after running around outside homecoming in just your underwear.”

She laughed again. “Yeah, that would be worse. God, I can’t believe I slept through all that. And I can’t believe you saw James’…you know.”

I laughed. I wanted to say that I hadn’t really. That I’d put my hand out to block the scene. But I had seen it. I had stood therelike a frozen pervert. I’d never live it down. “I wish I had just been sleeping last night,” I said.

“Oh I much prefer your adventure. How do you always end up with an Untouchable erotically bathing you?”

I laughed. I’d forgotten that she’d referred to Matt’s washing my hand as erotically bathing. “It wasn’t erotic. He’s my friend.”

“Mhm. A friend who showers with you? Kisses you? Takes care of you when you’re hurt? He sounds like a knight in shining armor. And it sounds like he’s the opposite of Cupcake down there. Or else you would have said otherwise.”

I laughed. James definitely didn’t have a mini dong, or however Kennedy liked to put it. And it was true, I liked James. But he wasn’t my knight in shining armor. I needed to fill Kennedy in on what happenedafterlast night. “I’m back together with Matt.”

“Really? How did that happen? The last thing you said about him was that he was drunk. What about Felix? And Miller?”

“Matt waited outside my dad’s other apartment all night. He finally showed up when I needed him.” I could feel myself getting teary eyed again. Him showing up was all I ever wanted. “He convinced my dad to let me stay at his house until the new security system is set up.”

“You’re at that creepy mansion?”

I looked around the room. “It doesn’t feel as creepy anymore.” I hadn’t seen a single vampire coffin. “And his parents are reallynice.” Well, his mom at least. I was still trying to get a read on his dad. It really seemed like Mrs. Caldwell had forced her husband to let me stay. And I was so grateful.

“Well, it can’t be any creepier than your dad’s place. It’s weird that I slept there last night without you. And that I don’t even remember it. I woke up to yelling.”

“Yelling? Who was yelling?”