Page 92 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
Daddy’s Amazonian guard was the final group. The dozen women standing at attention behind him easily could have been mistaken for models if not for their camo fatigues and AR15s.
Hell yeah.This was a badass alliance that I’d created. And something about everyone gathered between Christmas trees and twinkle lights made us even more intimidating. None of us were scared of a Christmas morning massacre.
“The troops have been assembled,” said Ghostie. He opened the door to the lobby for me and Ash. We’d been waiting in the hall so that we could make a grand entrance.
“Thank you, Ghostie,” I said and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“Ready?” I asked Ash.
“Uh…no? I’d really rather stay in the hallway.”
“Come on!” I grabbed her arm and pulled her into the lobby. The Christmas music was louder in here.
It was such a badass entrance. I was kind of jealous that I didn’t get to see it the way everyone else did. I bet they were seeing us in slow motion. Two beautiful women strutting in, our snowsuits unzipped just a bit to show off a little cleavage, our braids whipping behind us. We strutted to the beat of a Christmas carol.
All eyes were on us.
“Okay,” whispered Ash. “I admit, this is kinda fun. We must look so badass…”
Just as she said it, she stepped on a slippery patch on the floor. Her foot skidded forward. If my arm hadn’t been linked with hers, she would have wiped out hard.
“It’s a little slippy there,” she yelled to everyone with a nervous laugh. Then she whispered, “Shit! Did I just say slippy?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just make your tits bounce more and everyone will be distracted.”
I’d meant for her to add some extra oomph to her steps. But she took it in a different direction and did a little bunny hop.
“What the fuck was that?!” I whispered.
“I don’t know! You told me to bounce!”
“Just go stand with Daddy.” I let go of her arm and finished my strut up to the main desk. Then I climbed up onto it.
“Thank you all for coming down today,” I said as I paced across the desk. “As you probably now know, Isabella Pruitt just attempted to slaughter me and my family at the old tower. But thanks to some clever planning by my bodyguards…” I paused and smiled over at Ghostie and Teddybear. “…She only managed to kill some straw dummies. Now she’s coming for us.” I let the threat hang in the air. “But we can stop her assault before it even begins. With a show of strength.”
“Yeah!” yelled one of the Chadwicks’ troops. “Let’s blow up the Jacket Emporium!”
“I love that enthusiasm, but I had something less destructive in mind. I was thinking… A Christmas card.”
“Huh?” muttered Chad.
“Right now, Isabella thinks she’s just attacking the Morgans. But if she sees the fearsome alliance we’ve assembled, she’ll go running home to her daddy. So let’s send her a Christmas card. Say cheese!” I turned around and snapped a selfie with all my troops gathered behind me.
God I look hot,I thought as I admired the photo. But I could look even better.
“One more,” I said. I unzipped my snow suit a bit more and smiled for the camera. “Perfect.”
I added a premade Christmas graphic of a cute little elf – nothing like that gorgeous elf who feasted on my pussy last night – holding a present and saying, “Merry Christmas!” Then I wrote “From me and my new allies,” in the cutest scrawl and hit send.
Ghostie handed me some binoculars. I turned to the glass entrance facing the mountain and adjusted the lens to bring Isabella into focus.
“She’s checking her phone,” I narrated so everyone else could know what was happening. “She looks pissed. Now she’s texting something back…”
My phone buzzed. I put down the binoculars and clicked on the incoming text. It was a gif of an exploding puppy. And not a cute cartoon one. This gif was live action. But it wasn’t from any movie that I recognized. In fact, it had a real homemade quality to it.
“What’d she say?” asked the banana king. “Is she retreating?”
“She replied with an exploding puppy gif, so I’m not really sure…”
