Page 10 of Forbidden Billionaires, Vol. 9

“Now what?” whispered Ash.

“It’s time to go full Home Alone on that bitch,” I replied.

Slavanka picked up one of the baseball bats. “I break Crazy Isabella kneecaps.”

Daddy stood up and took the bat from Slavanka. “None of that will be necessary. I’ll handle it from here. How about you girls go enjoy your vacation?”

“But Daddy…”

“You know I don’t like repeating myself, princess.”

I pouted a little. But he wasn’t budging. “Will you at least tell me your plan?”

“First I’m going to speak to her father. Richard Pruitt has never been scared to use violence, but he always does it with a purpose. There’s no way he’d approve of his daughter starting a war for no reason. I won’t let anything happen to you and your friends. I promise.”

“Thanks, Daddy.” I gave him a big hug.

“Of course, princess.” He turned to my friends. “You must be Ash and Slavanka. Chastity has told me so much about you.”

“Hi, Daddy,” said Ash. “Er… Mr. Morgan.” She coughed and looked anywhere but at him.

Slavanka snapped to attention and gave him a salute.

Daddy nodded approvingly. “It’s a pleasure to meet both of you. I wish I had time to chat more, but I really must attend to this Isabella situation.”

I really wanted to take Isabella down myself.

But I didn’t want to go against Daddy’s wishes.

And I didn’t have time to focus on Isabella.

Because right now, the most important thing was Ash losing her virginity.

If she didn’t, Christmas would be ruined.

But also…a part of me couldn’t stop thinking about destroying Isabella…

“Will you be back before bed so we can hang our stockings?” I asked.

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He kissed my forehead and then walked out.

“Daddy hot,” said Slavanka.

Ash cringed. “I can’t believe I called him Daddy.”

“Why?” I asked. “That’s his name.”

“It felt so…sexual. Anyway, let’s never speak of that again, please. Also, I’d really like to go buy some pants.”

“Wouldn’t you rather go bake some cookies for Santa?

” That wasn’t really the plan. The plan was to let Daddy handle the Isabella situation while I handled the Ash-being-a-virgin situation.

Focusing on Ash was the only way I’d be able to forget about Crazy Isabella.

And the best way to do that was to lure Ash to the hotel and let her feast her eyes on the hot bellhops.

She was definitely gonna want to fuck at least one of them.

“YES!” Ash didn’t even care that her ass was still out. She just ran into the beer hall. And then she stopped. “I have no idea where I’m going.”

I laughed. “Follow me.”

“Please tell me we’re not going back to the scene of the crime,” said Ash as we retraced our steps from earlier.

“What crime?” I asked.

“The naked boob faceplanting.”

“Our hotel is right at the base of the slopes, so yes. But again, no crime was committed because Germans love nudity.” Speaking of loving nudity…I wondered where Ghostie and Teddybear were. I’d expected them to be waiting at the resort entrance for us with our luggage.

But the only person there was a jolly old doorman.

“Welcome to the Royal Spielzeughersteller Hotel,” he said with a deep bow as he opened the doors for us.

“Spiel-zoo-what Hotel?” asked Ash. “After the pantsless Jacket Emporium fiasco, I know better than to walk into a German place without fully understanding the translation.”

“Spielzeughersteller,” I said. “It means toy maker. This village was once home to a famous toy maker. The locals here will tell you that he was the inspiration for Santa.”

Ash looked SO excited. “Are you serious? Why did you not tell me that sooner? Do you think we’ll see him tonight?!”

“If we’re lucky.” I looked around again for Ghostie and Teddybear. But they weren’t in the lobby either. They must have already taken our luggage up to our room. Which was annoying, because I really wanted Ash to see the hot bellhops…

I walked up to the counter and rang the bell.

Three bellhops came rushing out pushing luggage carts. They stopped in front of us.

“You rang?” asked one of them.

“Yes, I need you to take my luggage up to the Kaiser suite.”

He looked at my feet. And then behind the front desk. “Pardon me, fraulein. What luggage?”

I took off my jacket and tossed it onto one of their carts. Slavanka did the same. And then we all looked at Ash.

“And you?” asked the last bellhop in the sexiest German accent.

Come on, girl! Show him your tits!

Instead she wrenched her leg to the side and collapsed onto the ground in one of the worst pieces of theater I’ve ever seen. “My ankle. I think it’s broken. So I’m the luggage.”

At first I thought that she’d panicked and done the weirdest thing possible. But as the bellhop picked her up in his big strong arms, I realized her game. That sneaky little slut had outfoxed us all and figured out a way to get manhandled by the bellhop.

I gave her a thumbs up as he lowered her onto the cart.

“So what are you three doing later?” I asked while we took the elevator up to our suite.

“We must work all night.”

Ash eyed them suspiciously. “Because you have to help Santa load up his sleigh?”

“Something like that,” agreed the one pushing her cart.

“Really?” she gasped.

“Sure. I cannot divulge the names of our guests. But if a man named Santa was staying here and needed help loading his sleigh upon departure, we would certainly help.”

The elevator stopped on the top floor. They rolled Ash the rest of the way down the hall and into the Kaiser Suite.

“Whoa,” said Ash as we came to a stop in the two-story foyer. She hopped off the luggage cart and ran over to the twenty-foot- tall Christmas tree in the center. “This must have taken forever to decorate.”

“Just wait until you see the main tree,” I said to her. “But first…you should probably give these bellhops a tip. Not only did they transport our luggage, but they also appeared to have healed your ankle.”

Ash patted her jacket pockets. “I actually don’t have any cash on me, but…”

Yes! She was definitely about to blow them.

“In the morning I’ll have plenty of cookies to share with you. If Santa doesn’t eat them all, that is.”

Or not.

“Danke,” said the bellhops with a little bow. And then they left.

“Girl!” I said. “This is the second time in 24 hours that I’ve perfectly teed you up to tip a man with your body, and you’ve totally crapped the bed both times. The only time you did it was for a gay man. And no one was teeing you up for that.”

Ash shook her head. “The only man I’m worried about is Santa. He’s going to be here so soon! We need to get started on his cookies.”

“Yes, yes,” agreed Slavanka. “Must prepare trap for Ded Moroz.”

“Dead who?” asked Ash. “I don’t like the sound of that.”

“Ded Moroz. Grandfather Frost. He like Santa, but very tall and very sexy.”

“So…exactly like Santa?” asked Ash.

“No, no. Tall and sexy.”

“Right. Santa is tall and sexy. What does your Frost dude look like?”

“Grandfather Frost tall and sexy. Santa fat,” replied Slavanka.

Ash waved her off. “When I was a kid, I caught Santa putting presents under our tree one Christmas, and he was a total hottie. I think the old Santa retired and handed the reins to his grandson or something.” She sounded dead serious.

“Okay,” said Slavanka. “How we trap him?”

“The most basic way is to just stay up and listen very carefully for little hoof stomps on the roof. WAIT! This is the top floor, right? The roof is right above us? And is there a fireplace?!”

“Yes, it’s the top floor,” I said. “And yes, there’s a fireplace.

Follow me.” I opened some big glass doors and pulled her into the great room, complete with a massive fireplace big enough for the fattest of Santas to slide through, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the ski slopes, and a grand staircase up to a 2 nd floor balcony.

Oh, and there was a massive Christmas tree in here too.

“This place is amazing,” said Ash as she ran her hand over the carved mantle.

She touched one of the golden ornaments hanging on the tree and just stared up at it in awe.

And then she made her way over to the attached kitchen under the balcony.

Ghostie and Teddybear were in there just finishing unloading enough sugar and flour for Ash to make a bajillion Christmas cookies.

“How’d the meeting go?” asked Teddybear as Ash started searching the kitchen for cookie sheets and mixing bowls.

“Fine,” I said.

Teddybear stared at me.

“What?” I asked. “Let’s help Ash make cookies.” I glanced down at Ash’s recipe and started measuring ingredients.

“Yes, yes,” said Slavanka. “We trap Santa. Lure horses with cookies. And then...” She dragged her thumb across her neck.

Ash laughed. “Slavanka is being silly. We’re going to catch Santa. And he doesn’t have horses. He has reindeer.”

“Good, good. Reindeer easier to trap than horse. American Santa so stupid.” She shook her head like she was disappointed in his stupidity.

“I prepare reindeer trap. Just need plywood, coat hanger, springs, rebar, and a large plant. Preferably fern. Or herbs.” She started eyeing up the plants under the windows.

It took me a second to figure out what she would need all those components for. “Are you building a giant mouse trap?” I asked.

“Yes, yes. Stupid reindeer eat fern. Neck go snap. Then Santa belong to us.”

“Slavanka!” gasped Ash. “No! We’re not trying to kill the reindeer. Or kidnap Santa. We just want to catch a glimpse of him. And maybe say hi if he doesn’t look too busy.”

“That no fun. But okay. You need help with cookies? Or I start on stuffed pig’s head?”

Ash started to gag. “Why would you stuff a pig’s head for Christmas?”

“You prefer unstuffed pig’s head? Why you hate flavor?”

“It’s not the stuffing that bothered me!”

I laughed as I finished measuring the flour and moved on to the sugar.

“You okay?” asked Teddybear.

“Yup,” I said.

“You sure?”

“Mhm. Why?”

“You just seem a little distracted.”

“Nope. I’m good.”

“So you meant to measure out 21.2 cups of flour instead of 2 1/2 cups?”

Huh. I thought it seemed like a lot…

“And I’m pretty sure the recipe doesn’t call for a cup of salt,” added Ghostie.

“This is sugar,” I said, holding up the bottle of salt that I’d been about to measure out.

Shit. “Okay, fine. I’m maybe a little distracted.

” I grabbed their arms and pulled them aside so that Ash wouldn’t hear what I was saying.

And then I told them about how horribly the meeting had gone. And what Isabella had said to me.

“I’m gonna kill that bitch,” growled Ghostie as he balled his hands into fists.

“Right?” I said. “That was my reaction!”

“Does your father really think that Richard Pruitt can control Crazy Isabella?” asked Teddybear.

“Do you not think he can?”

“Hell no. She’ll probably kill her own dad if he tries to get in her way.”

“Shit. I had a feeling…” No wonder I’d been worried about it. My intuition was always right. “So how should we stop her?”

“We’ll handle it,” said Ghostie.

“That’s what Daddy said. And you already think that won’t work.”

“Right. But we’re actually going to handle it.” He glanced at Teddybear.

Teddybear nodded. “We’d never let anything happen to you.”

And I believed them. I forgot how much they loved me.

And I was pretty sure they loved me even more now that I was rejecting them at every turn because of my celibacy.

Boys always wanted what they couldn’t have.

Crazy Isabella was definitely as good as dead.

“Thanks, Ghostie!” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

“Thanks, Teddybear.” I kissed his cheek too, even though all I wanted was to taste his lips.

“I’d thank you with more than a kiss, but Ash still hasn’t fucked anyone.

I feel like I’m going to be celibate forever. ”

“I hate that for you,” said Teddybear.

“I hate it for you ,” I said with a wink. The poor boy hadn’t gotten to taste my sweet sweet pussy in weeks.

Teddybear laughed. “Is anything else bothering you?”

“Besides Isabella being a bitch and me being horny beyond belief? Nope. Actually…yes. There is one other thing. How do you think Isabella knew that Chad has a small dick? Has she fucked him?” He could obviously sleep with whoever he wanted.

We weren’t married. But Isabella? Gross.

Although the joke was kind of on her, because she probably left the encounter feeling very unsatisfied.

Teddybear laughed. “Maybe she seduced him to try to seal an alliance against us?”

“Maybe,” I said. “In that case, we’re in luck. Because I’m gonna seduce the hell out of him tonight.”

“So you’re going to break your vow?”

“And with him ?” Ghostie said. He clearly wanted to be the one to help break my vow.

They both had good points. “Shit, I didn’t think of that.

” Dressing up in a slutty little Santa outfit was such a tradition that I hadn’t even considered not being able to do it.

Or the fact that this year I’d rather be doing it with someone else.

Two someones. I stared at my hot bodyguards.

But every problem had a solution. And my solution was currently standing in the kitchen with a suspiciously large quantity of herbs.

I thanked Teddybear and Ghostie again and then ran over to Slavanka.

“Put those herbs down,” I yelled over the Christmas music Ash had started blasting. “We’re not making a reindeer trap.”

She sighed and tossed them aside. “But…”

“I need your help with something.”