Page 10 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
In the end we agreed to just sled without anyone being at risk of getting naked. But it was still fun. Ash was SO freaking happy every time she went down that little hill. For the first time ever, she was both sober and carefree.
She didn’t even mind when Kyle hit her with a snowball.
But Rosalie took great offense to it. “Oh it’s on,” she yelled as she jumped up and threw a snowball right into Kyle’s face.
I got a shot in on him too before he dove behind a bench to narrowly avoid getting hit by Ash’s first toss.
He tried poking his head out to return fire, but he promptly got pelted by three snowballs.
That lasted for a while. We’d hit him about fifty times, and he hadn’t gotten us at all.
Until he made a lucky throw and hit me in the arm.
The second it made contact with me, Ghostie and Teddybear appeared out of nowhere on snowmobiles. Teddybear pulled in front of me to shield me from danger while Ghostie circled behind the bench. He kept one hand on the handlebars, and with his other hand he reached back and grabbed what looked like a grenade launcher.
Oh shit.Was he about to kill Kyle?
Kyle popped out from behind the bench and started to make a run for it. But it was no use.
Ghostie pulled up behind him, took aim, and pulled the trigger. A dozen snowballs shot out in rapid fire. The very first shot hit him right in the back of the knee. He tripped and fell face-first into a pile of snow as the rest of the snowballs pelted his back. Ghostie tossed the snowball launcher aside and circled back around. He cut the wheel and came to a violent stop just in front of Kyle, covering the poor guy in about a foot of snow.
Everything was completely silent for a moment. And then Kyle poked his arm through the snow, waving one of his white gloves. “I surrender,” he yelled.
“Hot chocolate?” offered Teddybear. He hit a button and the back seat of his snowmobile popped open. Inside were steaming thermoses of hot chocolate.
“Yes, please,” said Ash.
I tossed one to her and Rosalie, and then I took one for myself. I pulled my gloves off and savored the warmth of the thermos on my frozen hands. And then I took a nice long sip.
“God that’s good,” said Ash.
“Yup,” I agreed. “Teddybear makes the best hot chocolate.”
We sat around for a while drinking hot chocolate and making snow angels and catching up with Rosalie and Kyle. Rosalie had gone through like five boyfriends this semester. I tried to give her some tips about how to have a steady relationship, but it didn’t seem like I was really getting through to her.
Kyle, on the other hand, wasn’t in any relationships. But he was more than happy to tell us about a pizza delivery he made the other day where he ended up banging the customer. And then she ordered another pizza the next night. And that time, she invited a friend.
Which made me think…Kyle must have a really great dick.
I mean, every girl has fucked a pizza boy.
But you only invite him back to share him with your friends if the dick is really good.
I was about to slip away with him when Ash screamed bloody murder.
Teddybear was first to her side. But Rosalie pushed him off and put her arm around Ash.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Ash pointed in horror at her glove in the snow. “My hand fell off.”
“You mean your glove?” I asked.
“No! My hand! It’s in there. I just know it. I think it got frostbite and fell off.”
“I’ll call an ambulance,” said Rosalie.
“That’s probably not necessary.” I picked up the empty glove and tossed it to Ash. She caught it with the hand that she thought had fallen off.
