Page 89 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
“Everyone ready?” called Daddy from the hallway.
“Almost,” I called back. “Just give us a couple hours.”
“Hours?!”
“Fine. I’ll try to hurry.”
I didn’t. I had Ash try on like twenty different bikinis. And then we braided each other’s hair and played with our make-up.
Around 10:25 we finally pulled on our snowsuits and emerged. I figured that was late enough to make us miss any potentialmassacre, but not late enough to make me seem like a total asshole.
“Sorry, Daddy!” I said. “I just wanted to make sure I looked beautiful in honor of Motorboatin’ Moe.”
“You always look beautiful, princess.”
True.
Slavanka joined up with us in the great room – she’d gotten ready in two seconds and then gone back to play with her nesting dolls. We practically had to pull her away from playing with her toys under the Christmas tree. And then we all headed downstairs to the ski lift. Since the tower was halfway down the mountain, the only way to get there was to take the ski lift up to the atrium and then ski down to the tower.
“Damn it,” said Daddy as we stepped off the elevator. Or…tried to. The line for the ski lift was so long that there wasn’t much room for us to get off. “What’s going on here?” He stood on his tiptoes to try to see over the ridiculously long line.
The Christmas music was being drowned out by all the chatter.
“I’ll check it out, sir,” said Ghostie. He walked to the front of the line and then came back a second later. “Apparently during their morning inspection they found that someone cut the ski lift cables like 75% of the way. He said the repair is almost done. Service should resume in about ten minutes.”
Cut the ski lift cables? 75% of the way?That sounded suspiciously like step 1 of theHome Aloneplan we’d come up with.
I glanced at Ash, but she had no reaction to it.
Right.She’d been on banana juice that night, so she had no recollection of anything we’d planned.
“You girls can go sit in the lounge while we wait,” said Daddy. “I’ll hold our place in line.”
Teddybear stayed in line to guard him, while Ghostie walked with us over to the lounge area.
“Did you do that?” I asked Ghostie on the way over.
“The cut cables? Nope. What kind of psychopath do you think I am? It was probably Isabella’s work.”
“I guess so.” That made sense. A full-frontal assault against our three-family alliance would be suicide. And even if she survived it, her daddy would punish her by throwing her out of the family. But if we all happened to perish in a tragic ski lift accident? Isabella couldn’t get in trouble for that.
I was about to sit down, but Ghostie grabbed my wrist and pulled me against his chest. He looked over his shoulder to make sure Daddy wasn’t looking, and then he kissed me.
God I’d missed his kisses. Especially the ones all over my body.
I melted into him as he bit my lower lip.
If there had been some mistletoe above us, I would have been tempted to drop to my knees.
Ghostie pulled back far too soon, cradling my face in his hands.
“What was that for?” I asked. “You already gave me an amazing Christmas present last night.”
He lowered his eyebrows. “It wasbecauseof last night. You kissed the banana king.”
I shrugged. Yeah, I’d kissed the banana king. I’d also shoved his cock and a bunch of other men’s cocks down my throat a few times. What was the problem?
“How many times do I need to remind you?” he asked.
