Page 85 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
Really?My relationship with Chad was what he thought I’d hate giving up most? I was much more concerned about giving up my shoes and my bodyguards.
“I promise I won’t put myself in danger like that. He’ll either have to find a way out too, or he can’t have me.” But chances were slim to none that I’d marry Chad. I needed a grade A cock. And I really preferred my dicks in twos.
Daddy smiled down at me. “I love you, princess.”
“I love you too, Daddy.”
He took a big bite of monkey bread and let out a sigh. “God that tastes good,” he said. “Or maybe I’m just able to enjoy everything more now that I’m sure we aren’t going to get attacked by Crazy Isabella. I spoke with her father last night. He promised he’d make it very clear to her that she would have no place in his organization if she went through with the Christmas morning massacre. But I’m not sure I was completely convinced that would deter her. These though?” He held up the signed contracts. “She may be crazy, but she’s not stupid enough to attack three families at the same time.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
“In order for it to deter her, though, she has to know the alliance exists. Do you have a plan for that?”
“Already taken care of.” Before we’d gone to bed last night, Ghostie had sent an anonymous tip to one of Isabella’s guards.
Daddy nodded approvingly. “I’ve taught you well.”
One perfect present delivered, one to go.
I finished plating the monkey bread and brought some slices out to the great room.
“Ready to open your present?” I asked Chad as I handed him a plate.
“Absolutely.” He leaned over and whispered in my ear: “Are you sure it’s okay to open in front of everyone?”
I laughed and whistled. The door opened and Ghostie and Teddybear wheeled in a huuuuuuuge present. Seriously. Huge. It was twelve feet long and seven feet tall. But only about two inches thick. It took some maneuvering to get it down the hall and into the great room. And we could have had a serious issue if the doors weren’t extra tall.
“What is it?” asked Chad.
“Open it and find out! Ah! I’m so nervous. I hope you love it!”
“I’m sure I will.” He kissed my forehead and walked over to his present.
I hoped he would go all caveman on it and rip the paper down the middle for the grand reveal. But that wasn’t really Chad’s style.
“I can’t find any tape,” he said as he slid his hand across the present looking for a seam.
“Just tear it,” I said. “Right down the middle.”
“But we should really save the paper…”
“Quit being so gay, son,” said Daddy.
Thank you!
Chad glared at him. “I really wish you wouldn’t keep saying that to me.”
Daddy glared back. “And I really wish I wouldn’t have to keep saying that to you. But alas…”
“Fine,” sighed Chad. He reached up and tore the present open.
“Whoa!” he yelled when he saw his present – the most stunning nude portrait ever painted. He tried to put the wrapping paper back over it. “I thought you said this was okay to open in front of everyone?!”
“It’s just a tasteful nude, babe. Don’t make it weird. Ghostie, Teddybear, can you help him?”
They grabbed the sides of paper and tore it off.
“What the fuck?!” yelled Chad.
