Page 33 of Forbidden Billionaires, Vol. 9

Within five minutes, all the families had gathered in the lobby.

The banana king and his boss, Luigi Locatelli, stood in front of a heavily armed squad of guards in black vests and terrifying ski masks. Seeing them brought back so many good memories of our escape from the Locatelli Resort and Spa.

The Chadwicks weren’t dressed nearly as professionally.

While the Locatellis looked like a well drilled SWAT team, the Chadwicks were more of an angry mob.

They had no clear uniform, other than huge muscles and angry scowls.

Chad’s father, Chad, and one of the Toms stood at the front of the mob.

The other two Toms couldn’t be here or their secret of being triplets would be blown.

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…”

I brought the binoculars back to my eyes.

Oh shit.

“Battle stations!” I yelled as Isabella took a Tommy gun from one of her guards and started skiing down the mountain directly towards us.

Her guards were right behind her. She must have known exactly where we were from the backdrop of our picture.

All the Christmas decorations in the lobby really were recognizable. Because they were the best of the best.

Everyone sprung into action.

The Chadwicks flipped couches and coffee tables to hide behind. They even knocked over a few Christmas trees. Someone grabbed a string of lights and pulled it taut between their hands like they were going to wrap it around Isabella’s throat.

The Locatellis pulled out riot shields and formed a very impressive shield wall.

And Daddy’s guards ran up to the second-floor balcony, using the garland-clad railing to steady their rifles as they aimed up the mountain.

Ghostie and Teddybear helped me off the desk. And then they formed a human shield between me and the entrance.

Ash ran up behind them.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t go with my snowmobile plan?” asked Ash. “Because I’m kind of freaking out right now.”

“It’ll be fine,” I said. “Isabella is gonna get lit up the second she’s in range.” I hope. I’d never taken part in a shootout before, so I wasn’t sure exactly how it would go down. But I was feeling pretty good about our chances.

Ash started nervously humming along with the Christmas carol.

The music seemed louder now that everyone was focused on the mission.

And the tune about Santa was definitely way too cheery for the moment.

I swallowed hard and said a silent prayer.

Santa. If you really are real. Help us, please.

Isabella has been so naughty. And we’ve all been so good. Ish.

“Sorry I late,” said Slavanka as she skidded to a stop next to the front desk. She tossed a suitcase on the floor and started fitting metal rods together.

“Is that a rocket launcher?” I asked.

“Yes, yes,” she said as she twisted two tubes together and shoved a green rocket into the end. “Always travel with rocket launcher.” She got down on one knee and hoisted it over her shoulder.

“Hold!” I yelled. Isabella was getting closer. But it wasn’t time to fire yet.

Some of the Chadwicks shifted nervously behind their couches and Christmas trees.

“Fuck this,” muttered Chad. “I’m outta here.” He got up and sprinted towards the hallway. And then he hit the slippy patch. In a split second, his legs were above his head. He flew through the air, crashed through a glass door, and landed in the hallway.

It was the most amazing fall I’d ever seen. I just hoped I’d live to tell about it.

I looked back up the mountain. Isabella and her guards were getting close enough where I no longer needed my binoculars. “Get ready!” I yelled.

The lobby rang with dozens of little clicks as everyone turned off their safeties.

“Aim!”

Everyone raised their weapons towards the glass wall.

Isabella and her guards did the same.

I was about to yell “FIRE!” when something unexpected happened.

One of Isabella’s skis hit something and she went fucking flying through the air. It was even more majestic than Chad’s wipeout.

I wished I could have seen it in slow motion. But it was happening in the fastest motion. She flew and tumbled and rolled and flew a little more and then finally skidded to a stop.

She was completely motionless in a little heap and one of her legs was bent at an unnatural angle.

Wow.

Some of her guards skied up next to her. The first one to arrive on the scene pulled his facemask off and vomited at the sight of her leg. The second guard to arrive vomited too, but he’d forgotten to pull down his mask.

My troops all looked to me for our next move.

“We win!” I yelled. That bitch wasn’t getting up from that fall.

Everyone started cheering. A few people started dancing to the Christmas tunes.

“Told you it would be fine,” I said to Ash. But Ash wasn’t there. “Ash?” I asked, looking around.

Ghostie pointed to a giant blob near the coat check.

Ash tried to wave back, but the 30 or so snow suits and coats that she’d put on really restricted her movement.

“Did she think that would be bulletproof?” I asked.

Ghostie shrugged. “I’ll go help her out of those.”

That was probably a good idea. She’d toppled over and was rolling across the lobby towards the big puddle of… What was it a puddle of? Water could be slippery. But the way Chad had wiped out made it seem like the substance was completely frictionless. It was almost like a big puddle of lube.

Wait a second!

The cut cables.

The lube in the lobby.

Those were both straight out of our Home Alone plan. Had Isabella tripped on a dildo?

I got out my binoculars and zoomed in on Isabella’s guard who was checking out the spot where she tripped. He bent down and pulled something out of the snow. Something big. And black. And very phallic. He called over to his friends and waved the big floppy dildo around.

“Isabella break ankle on big black dildo,” said Slavanka with a huge grin. She finally relaxed and took the rocket launcher off her shoulder.

“Yeah she did!” I gave Slavanka a high five and turned to Teddybear. “Thank you,” I said.

“Don’t thank me. Thank whoever dropped that dildo on the mountain.”

I laughed. “Don’t pretend like that wasn’t you. I know you found my Home Alone plans. And thank you so much for everything you did last night. It was definitely a Christmas Eve I’ll never forget.” I winked at him.

“Huh?” He looked genuinely confused.

“The cut cables to make us late. The lube. The dildo. The Santa suit. I know it was you.”

“It really wasn’t. All I did last night was set up some straw dummies by the tower. But I slipped on the way back down the mountain. Luckily some late-night snowboarder found me and called for a med-evac.”

Oh my God, Teddybear! I threw my arms around him. He kissed the top of my head and I smiled.

“I was in the hospital the rest of the night getting checked out for a concussion.” He held up his arm to show off his hospital wristband. The time of admission on it was listed as 12:17 am on December 25 th .

I pulled back from our hug and stared up at him in disbelief. “How is that possible?” I asked. “At 12:17 last night, you were dressed like Santa and fucking Ash on your throne.”

Teddybear shook his head. “I was definitely not doing that.”

What? It had to have been him.

“Wait, did you just say Santa fucked Ash ? As in… Ash the virgin?”

“Not virgin anymore,” said Slavanka. “She fuck Santa.”

Teddybear looked shocked. “Wow.”

“It wasn’t really Santa. It was just someone dressed…” Wait. Who else could it have possibly been if it wasn’t Teddybear? Was it really Santa? “So you and Ghostie never saw our sexy delivery plans? Or our Home Alone plans?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Silly, Chastity,” said Slavanka. “You mail Home Alone plans away. No Ghostie Teddybear.”

She’d mentioned that before. Wait. Holy shit .

It was totally insane. But there was only one explanation for what had happened.

I really must have put those plans in the mail bin instead of the trash. And then we’d mailed our Christmas lists to the North Pole. So the mailman must have assumed that was where the plans went as well.

And then Santa made all our Christmas wishes come true.

Ash got laid.

Daddy was saved from the Christmas morning massacre.

And I got cock. Lots and lots of cock.

Ash wished for more cock, and she got even more than I did. She’d be thrilled to hear that she’d earned a free trip courtesy of Single Girl Rule #44: Girls’ trips are contests to see who can suck the most cocks. The winner doesn’t have to pay.

She’d be even more thrilled when she remembered that FREAKING SANTA took her virginity!

He was real. He had to be. Oh my God, Santa is fucking real! I jumped up and down to the Christmas music.

Now that I really thought about it, I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t believed it earlier.

There was no way Ghostie and Teddybear could have stuffed the glass atrium with all those giant presents that quickly.

And where would they have found all those short kings to pretend to be elves?

And the sleighs…

Santa had been able to steer his sleigh with those reins. As if the reins were attached to reindeer. Magical, invisible reindeer.

Not only that, but he’d gone down that chimney like a pro. And his cum tasted like peppermint.

Yup, I was convinced.

It also explained why Ash had pretty much exclusively gotten lingerie for Christmas. Santa must have enjoyed their time together. He really was so good at gift giving.

I smiled. Santa was real. And Santa had taken Ash’s virginity. And I’d fucked Santa too!

Ah! Best. Christmas. EVER!