Page 528 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 7

This Is War - Chapter 26 - Capture the Princess

Saturday – September 23, 2023

“You really think that’ll work?” I asked when Tanner finished detailing his master plan. Frankie was almost done putting a few final touches on my makeup.

“Absolutely,” replied Tanner. He sounded so sure. And who was I to question him? After all…he was the brilliant billionaire. If he couldn’t come up with a plan to beat Cole, then who could? The fact that Isadora the supermodel commando had also helped with the plan made me feel even more confident about it.

But still. It would be up to me to execute the plan. If I slipped up, everything would be ruined. Especially my modesty. I quickly put the thought out of my mind. I couldn’t dwell on that. It was too distressing…and distracting. I really wondered if Cole would actually bang me in front of the entire camp or if he was just all talk. Either way, I kind of loved that the threat of it was making Tanner so jealous.

Frankie turned my chair and put one final brush of highlighter on my nose. “All done!”

Tanner nodded in approval. “Wow.”

Does he really mean that?

“Just wait until she puts on the dress,” Frankie said. “In fact, you and the other guys all need to step into the elevator for a minute to give us some privacy.”

Finally! Someone in the Society who understands privacy!

Tanner, Diablo, and Angel all left. I hadn’t seen Nigel since he’d said that weird stuff about fashion-icon Adolf Hitler, but I assumed he was in the bathroom with Isadora and Giovanna. And even if he did happen to walk in and see me naked, it wouldn’t be a huge deal since I was starting to think he had a thing for Diablo.

Frankie helped me into my dress…which was definitely not a dress. It was a ridiculously skimpy red monokini COVERED in crystals. It barely covered my boobs, and the back was just a thong. I kept telling myself it was less revealing than the lingerie I’d worn to Club Onyx, but I wasn’t so sure.

“Since when is this considered a dress?” I asked.

Frankie answered by clipping a belt around my waist that had a long train of sheer fabric. “There.Nowit’s a dress.”

“If you say so.” I was at least happy that the weird skirt thing would help to cover my ass.

I slid on the torture-boots and then Frankie covered my arms in geometric bracelets. She finished the look by sliding a tiara into my very princess-esque braids.

“You look incredible,” said Tanner.

I spun around. “Hey! Were you watching me get dressed that whole time?”

“Who, me? I would never do such a thing.”

I put my hand on my hip and stared at him. I felt like I should cover my barely-hidden lady bits, but I also kind of loved the way he was looking at me. “Do I seriously have to wear this? I look ridiculous.”

Tanner raised an eyebrow. “You look anythingbutridiculous. I almost feel bad for Cole. He doesn’t stand a chance against you in that dress.”

“Why is everyone calling this a dress?”

Before anyone could answer, Isadora, Giovanna, and Nigel came out of the bathroom. I almost fell over when I saw Isadora. Partially because these boots made it nearly impossible to maintain my balance, but mainly from shock. Somehow, Giovanna had done Isadora’s makeup to make her look almost exactly like me. And Nigel had sewn a passable replica of my princess “dress.” It looked amazing on her.

“That’s so not fair. You look a million times better than I do in this stupid thing,” I said.

“I look just like you,” said Isadora.

“Kind of. Only you actually look good. I just look awkward.”

“You look stunning,” said Nigel. “If you weren’t my mistress, and my master’s girlfriend, I would fuck you so hard.”

Everyone in the room was silent. There was so much to unpack in that comment. Did Nigel really want to have sex with me? And did he really think I was still Tanner’s girlfriend? I meanlike…did Tanner tell him that? Or did Nigel just assume? I really needed answers here.

“Nigel!” yelled Tanner. “What has gotten into you today?” He shook his head. “We’ll discuss this later. But for now, we need to focus. It’s game time.”

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