Page 86 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
When he’d first torn the paper, all he’d revealed was my right breast. But now he was seeing the painting in all its glory.
“Do you not like it?” I asked.
“No I don’t like it! Why would I like a painting of you giving thumbs up after taking cumshots from two huge cocks? And why did the artist make them black?”
Oooooh.He didn’t like it because he was a racist. I always had my suspicions about him… “Don’t blame the artist,” I said. “They were just staying true to the photo I sent them.”
“This was a photo?”
“Yup! From my banana party.” It was the photo that my girls had dared me to send to Chad. I’d been waiting for just the perfect way to present it to him. And what better way than to hire a world-class painter to make a larger-than-life oil painting of it that I could give to him for Christmas?
He balled his fists.
“Babe, why are you so mad? We asked you to strip that night, but you refused. And then I told you about all the rules that would definitely lead to me blowing a stripper.”
“I thought you were joking!”
“I never joke about the Single Girl Rules.”
“She doesn’t,” agreed Ash. “She’s very serious about them.” She lifted a satin thong out of a box. Her eyes grew round and she threw it behind her, hoping no one saw.
“Jesus,” muttered Chad. “Next thing I know you’re gonna tell me that my dream about you getting fucked by Santa wasn’t actually a dream.”
I felt like he was gonna be mad if I told him the truth. But also… Single Girl Rule #6: Always kiss and tell. “So about that…” I said. “It wasn’t actually a dream.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope! But you can’t be mad at me. Because everyone involved had eight-inch cocks. So I was honor-bound to let them do whatever they wanted to me. And it’s not like we’re married. Or even engaged.” I held up my tiny 2-carat promise ring.
“Yes we fucking are engaged!” he yelled. “But we aren’t anymore. Fuck this. I’m done.” He pulled a ring off his ring finger and threw it on the ground in the most dramatic way possible. It would have been a boss move if he was a hot girl. Or if we were actually engaged. But neither of those things were true, so it just made me giggle. And why the hell was he wearing a promise ring? I had not given him that.
“Bye, bye, bitch boy,” said Slavanka as he stormed out.
Daddy blew Chad a kiss on his way out.
I smiled to myself. I hadn’t been looking forward to dumping Chad. But thanks to me following Single Girl Rule #6, Chad had done it for me. The Single Girl Rules always worked in such mysterious ways. This was shaping up to be the best Christmas ever! Especially because I still had TONS of presents to open.
Usually I’d be concerned that opening them all would make us late for the memorial service at the tower. But this Christmas, that didn’t seem like the worst thing that could happen. Because there was still a small chance that Crazy Isabella would try to massacre us there.
In fact, it was probably best to be late on purpose.
I glanced up at the clock. It was already 8:30, so I just had to make present opening last two hours. That felt do-able.
“Can I open the big one?” I asked, pointing to a box in the corner roughly the size of a new car.
“That’s up to you,” said Daddy.
Yay!Wait, no. I was supposed to be dragging this out. “Actually, I think I’ll wait until the end to open that one.” Instead, I opened a shoe box and pulled out the sickest pair of Odegaard gladiator boots. “Ah! The new spring line!”
Daddy smiled at me. “Fresh off the runways of Paris.”
“Your turn,” I said to Slavanka. I’d noticed a present to her from Santa.
She looked mildly amused as she opened it.
“Are those nesting dolls?” I asked. They looked like nesting dolls, but instead of being all colorful with a woman’s face painted on them, they were deep brown and had a terrifying monster face.
“No, no,” said Slavanka. “Nesting doll dumb child toy. This better. Krampus doll vomit naughty child.” She opened the outer shell and pulled out the next layer.
