Page 11 of Forbidden Billionaires, Vol. 9

Ten dozen Christmas cookies later, Daddy got home.

“Daddy!” I yelled and ran over to him.

“Merry Christmas Eve, princess,” he said. “I come bearing gifts.” He gestured over his shoulder to… Chad?

“Chad’s my gift?” Unless Daddy bought Chad some penile implants and a better attitude, Chad was hardly a good gift.

Daddy laughed. “No. Look behind him.”

“The bellhop?” I said with significantly more excitement.

Chad gave me a look.

“Look down.”

I already am . And I very much liked what I saw. His little bellhop pants were hugging him in all the right places. But then I saw what Daddy was really talking about: the presents on the luggage cart. “Ah!” I squealed. “Christmas Eve presents!”

“Did you think I’d forget?”

“Of course not.”

I grabbed the stack of presents off the cart and ran over to the fireplace.

“Which one should I open first?” I asked, poking and shaking all of them.

“Only the one wrapped in pink,” said Daddy. “The others are for your friends.”

Oh. That was sweet of him. But like… Only one Christmas Eve present? Were we on the verge of bankruptcy?

“Ash! Slavanka!” I yelled.

But they were too busy dancing around the kitchen and singing along to the blaring Christmas music.

I yelled it again.

“Huh?” said Ash. She looked over and her face lit up when she saw the presents. Or maybe she was just happy that the hot bellhop had followed me in… Nope. He was long gone. It was definitely the presents she was excited about.

She turned down the music a little and ran over, trying not to trip over the blanket she’d wrapped around herself to cover up while cooking. Slavanka followed with a tray of fresh cookies.

“Merry Christmas Eve, girls,” said Daddy. “And Chad.”

“Thanks, Daddy,” said Ash. “Damn it. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I keep calling you that. I think I’m buzzed from eating so many cookies.”

Daddy stared at Slavanka’s tray of cookies. “Weed cookies? Or like…dipped in whiskey? I’m confused.”

“They’re just normal cookies,” I said.

“Sure they are. Anyway, everyone ready to open their presents?”

“Wait,” said Ash. “You got me a present?”

“Of course. I got all of you presents.” He tossed us each one of the big boxes. “Open them on the count of…”

Too late. Ash had torn into hers the second he’d said, “Open them.”

I tore the paper off mine too. There was an Odegaard clothing box inside. Score! I opened it and ran my hand over the red and green silk pajamas inside.

“I was hoping you’d get me these,” I said.

“I can’t accept this,” said Ash. She looked like she was even scared to touch them.

“Why not?” I asked. “They’re nice pajamas, but they aren’t nearly as expensive as that cropped jacket you billed to the room earlier.”

“Oh, you better believe I’m keeping the pajamas, especially the shorts. I was talking about this. ” She gingerly pulled a diamond bracelet out of her box.

We got bracelets too?! I unfolded my pajamas and found a diamond bracelet tucked inside. It caught the light from the Christmas tree and sparkled with a million different colors.

“I keep bracelet,” said Slavanka. It was already on her wrist somehow.

Chad dug around in his box and frowned. “Did I not get one? I only have pajamas in here.”

Daddy looked at him disapprovingly. “What do you need a diamond bracelet for? Don’t be so gay, son.”

“Let’s all change,” I said. “And then we can get a super cute photo of us all matching and hanging up our stockings.”

“Great idea,” said Daddy. He turned around so we could change.

Chad turned around too and dropped his pants.

“Ah!” yelled Ash. “Why is he getting naked?!”

Chad put his hand over his ass and spun around. “The real question is, why are you looking?”

“Babe,” I said. “Your dick is out.”

He looked down. “Shit, sorry.” He moved his hand to his junk and spun back around.

“And now your ass is out.”

“What’s going on back there?” asked Daddy, still facing the opposite direction. “Is Chad being inappropriate?”

“No, sir,” said Chad.

“Ash just didn’t understand that we were all going to turn around and change,” I said.

“Ah,” said Daddy. “I didn’t realize you were German, Ash. I find your people’s relaxed view of nudity quite refreshing.”

“I’m not…” started Ash. “Never mind. Let’s just change and hang up our stockings.” She spun around and pulled her pajama shorts up under her blanket.

It was tempting to watch how she was going to pull this off. But I was more excited to see how amazing my booty was going to look in these silky little shorts.

“Everyone done?” I called a minute later. I would have asked sooner, but Chad had just finished grunting and straining. Unless those cookies were actually laced with weed, there was no reason why he should have had so much trouble getting into those pajamas.

But he replied with a “Yup.”

“Yes, yes,” agreed Slavanka.

“One sec,” said Ash. “I put the shirt on upside down.”

For real? Getting it backwards was one thing. But upside down was on a completely different level. How was the neck hole even big enough for her torso?

“Okay, all fixed,” she said.

We all turned around and… Wow.

“What the hell?” said Daddy. “Chad, I just told you to quit being so gay. Why did you steal Ash’s pajamas?”

I looked back and forth between Ash and Chad.

Ash was swimming in what were clearly men’s pajamas. And Chad was wrapped up like a Christmas sausage in silk booty shorts and a matching blouse. For once his tiny penis came in handy, because if it had been a normal length, it for sure would have been dangling out of his shorts.

“I didn’t steal them,” said Chad. “These are what you gave me. And I’m polite, so I didn’t want to complain. Even if I can hardly breathe.” He undid a button and sucked in some air.

Daddy laughed. “My apologies. I was in a hurry at the store and must have miscommunicated how I wanted them packaged. It was quite an afternoon.”

In a good way or a bad way? Actually, it didn’t matter. Even if Daddy’s plan had failed, Ghostie and Teddybear were taking care of it.

I just hoped I’d be able to thank them properly for it.

Which seemed like a possibility. Because Ash had promised to bring the bellhops cookies in the morning.

And I’d never seen what Ash was like on Christmas.

But I had a feeling she’d be super horny.

And the bellhops certainly would be, because she’d just switched pajamas with Chad.

And her ass looked fantastic in those silk pajama shorts. That green was her color.

Daddy snapped a bunch of pictures of us all hanging our stockings above the fire, and then he kissed my forehead goodnight and headed up to bed.

Chad was right behind him. Apparently he had a business call that he had to take care of real quick before bed.

Ash watched in horror as Chad walked up the stairs. “He’s lucky we’re here to put out cookies and milk for Santa. Otherwise he’d definitely get coal in his stocking. Only naughty boys go to bed before leaving Santa his Christmas snackies.”

I smiled. “How many cookies should we put out?” I asked.

“The more the better,” said Ash. “He needs plenty of fuel to make it all the way around the world in one night.”

“Yes, yes,” said Slavanka. “He eat ten dozen cookies. Then we trap him in bathroom.”

“Slavanka makes a good point,” I said. “We don’t want to give Santa the shits. And we only have a gallon of milk. So if we give him all the cookies, the milk to cookie ratio will be way off. I think we should keep it to a dozen at the very most.”

“Fine,” sighed Ash. “Help me pick out the best ones.”

That turned out to be a process that took way too long.

“Wait,” said Ash as we started carrying the plate over to the fireplace. She ran back to the kitchen and grabbed a cookie decorated like a Christmas tree. “I think this one is better than that wreath. Don’t you?”

“Just throw it on there too. Make it a sexy baker’s dozen.”

“Oh! Great idea.” She put it on the plate and then rearranged them all to make sure the shapes and colors were evenly distributed across the plate.

Usually I would have been annoyed by her OCD. But it was actually pretty adorable how perfect she wanted to make everything for Santa.

“Do you think he got our letters?” she asked as we tucked her into bed.

“Probably,” I said. “I guess we’ll find out in the morning.” I started to pull the curtains closed.

“Wait!” yelled Ash. “Keep them open. So I can watch for Santa’s sleigh.”

“Okay.” I tied the curtain back into place and started to leave. “Merry Christmas Eve, Ash.”

“Merry Christmas Eve. Ah!” she squealed. “I can’t believe Santa will be here any minute. How am I ever going to sleep?”

“You need horse tranquilizer?” offered Slavanka.

“No! Then I’d miss Santa!”

Slavanka shrugged.

“Goodnight, Ash,” I said and closed the door.

“Hold on!” called Ash.

I cracked the door open. “Yes?”

“We need a codeword. That we can text to each other if we see Santa. How about: OH MY GOD I JUST SAW SANTA!”

“That’s more of a code phrase. And it’s way too long. By the time you finished texting it he’d probably be long gone.”

“Good point.”

“How about Code9?” I suggested.

“Santa have nine inch cock?” asked Slavanka.

“I wish,” said Ash wistfully. “But no. Chastity was clearly referencing the fact that Santa has nine reindeer.”

“Whatever it takes for you to remember it.” It actually came from Single Girl Rule #9: If you hear about a well-hung man, share the news. So in a way, Slavanka’s guess was closer. But I didn’t want to burst Ash’s happy little Christmas bubble.

“So what’s our plan of attack for a Code9?” she asked.

“Run down to the great room?” I suggested.

“You and Ash go to great room,” said Slavanka. “I climb on roof.”

“Alright then. We have our plan.” I started to close the door, but Ash stopped me again.

“Wait!” she said. “What time can we get up in the morning? I’m thinking 5:30 sharp.”

“Girl, I don’t think you’ve woken up that early in your entire life.”

“Sure I have! I did last Christmas!”

“Let’s stick with 8 am. It would be such a shame if we weren’t all nice and alert to open our presents. And we need extra time in the morning in case we’re up late chasing a Code9.”

“You really think it might happen?! Ah! This is going to be the best night of my life!”

“You never know,” I said. “Goodnight, Ash.”

She started humming a Christmas carol as I closed the door.

We got about three steps down the hall before I heard her call for us again.

“Should we see what she wants?” I asked.

“No, no,” said Slavanka. “It time for sexy surprise.”

“Yeah it is! Let’s do this!”