Page 4 of Forbidden Billionaires, Vol. 9

I looked in the closet. And behind our giant banana trophy. And under the beds.

No sign of Ash.

But there was also no sign of a struggle. All of the Christmas lights were exactly the way we’d left them. And the door had been locked when I got back. So if someone kidnapped Ash, they would have had to grab her before she got back to our room. Or they could have come in through the window.

I went over to inspect it for damage.

And that’s when I saw movement outside. I squinted to try to see through the snow.

It was practically a freaking blizzard out there.

But I could just barely make out two people at the bottom of a hill and a third sledding down.

And if I wasn’t mistaken, there was a little bit of red hair poking out from under one of their hats.

I washed my face, bundled up in the cutest little snowsuit, and headed out to join them. On the way out, I stopped by the common room and told Teddybear to get some of my favorite hot chocolate ready for when we all came back in.

“Chastity!” screamed Ash when she saw me trudging through the snow. “Look at this hill we found!”

I didn’t know if she could really say they found it. It had always been right there in plain sight at the entrance to the library. And I wasn’t sure what there was to really look at. It was like ten feet tall. Fifteen feet at the most.

“Come on,” she said and pulled me up the stairs to the top of the hill.

Kyle handed us each a bright red tray that he’d definitely stolen from a fast-food place. “Last one to the bottom has to get naked.”

“Ew,” said Ash. “Stop trying to get my friend naked.”

“I’m more worried about him trying to get us naked,” said Rosalie.

“Maybe it should just be me versus Kyle?” I suggested. I wouldn’t mind seeing what he was packing…

“No,” said both Ash and Rosalie.

In the end we agreed to just sled without anyone being at risk of getting naked. But it was still fun. Ash was SO freaking happy every time she went down that little hill. For the first time ever, she was both sober and carefree.

She didn’t even mind when Kyle hit her with a snowball.

But Rosalie took great offense to it. “Oh it’s on,” she yelled as she jumped up and threw a snowball right into Kyle’s face.

I got a shot in on him too before he dove behind a bench to narrowly avoid getting hit by Ash’s first toss.

He tried poking his head out to return fire, but he promptly got pelted by three snowballs.

That lasted for a while. We’d hit him about fifty times, and he hadn’t gotten us at all.

Until he made a lucky throw and hit me in the arm.

The second it made contact with me, Ghostie and Teddybear appeared out of nowhere on snowmobiles.

Teddybear pulled in front of me to shield me from danger while Ghostie circled behind the bench.

He kept one hand on the handlebars, and with his other hand he reached back and grabbed what looked like a grenade launcher.

Oh shit. Was he about to kill Kyle?

Kyle popped out from behind the bench and started to make a run for it. But it was no use.

Ghostie pulled up behind him, took aim, and pulled the trigger.

A dozen snowballs shot out in rapid fire.

The very first shot hit him right in the back of the knee.

He tripped and fell face-first into a pile of snow as the rest of the snowballs pelted his back.

Ghostie tossed the snowball launcher aside and circled back around.

He cut the wheel and came to a violent stop just in front of Kyle, covering the poor guy in about a foot of snow.

Everything was completely silent for a moment. And then Kyle poked his arm through the snow, waving one of his white gloves. “I surrender,” he yelled.

“Hot chocolate?” offered Teddybear. He hit a button and the back seat of his snowmobile popped open. Inside were steaming thermoses of hot chocolate.

“Yes, please,” said Ash.

I tossed one to her and Rosalie, and then I took one for myself. I pulled my gloves off and savored the warmth of the thermos on my frozen hands. And then I took a nice long sip.

“God that’s good,” said Ash.

“Yup,” I agreed. “Teddybear makes the best hot chocolate.”

We sat around for a while drinking hot chocolate and making snow angels and catching up with Rosalie and Kyle.

Rosalie had gone through like five boyfriends this semester.

I tried to give her some tips about how to have a steady relationship, but it didn’t seem like I was really getting through to her.

Kyle, on the other hand, wasn’t in any relationships. But he was more than happy to tell us about a pizza delivery he made the other day where he ended up banging the customer. And then she ordered another pizza the next night. And that time, she invited a friend.

Which made me think…Kyle must have a really great dick.

I mean, every girl has fucked a pizza boy.

But you only invite him back to share him with your friends if the dick is really good.

I was about to slip away with him when Ash screamed bloody murder.

Teddybear was first to her side. But Rosalie pushed him off and put her arm around Ash.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

Ash pointed in horror at her glove in the snow. “My hand fell off.”

“You mean your glove?” I asked.

“No! My hand! It’s in there. I just know it. I think it got frostbite and fell off.”

“I’ll call an ambulance,” said Rosalie.

“That’s probably not necessary.” I picked up the empty glove and tossed it to Ash. She caught it with the hand that she thought had fallen off.

“Huh,” said Ash, staring at her hand in shock. “I guess my glove just slipped off. That was a close call though, right?” She let out a sigh and went to take a sip of her hot chocolate. But then she frowned and pulled the lid off. “Is there any more of this?”

Teddybear tossed her another.

Ash gulped it down and lay back in the snow.

“Have I told you guys how much I love you?” she said to no one in particular.

“I love you too,” said Rosalie, lying down next to her.

“And I really love snow.” She took a big handful of it and stuffed it into her mouth. And then she popped up and ran over to Teddybear’s snowmobile. “How cool is this snowmobile? It’s so sleek and shiny. I think I wanna buy one for myself. How much do they cost?”

“Uh…I think this one was like twenty thousand, but…”

“Oh!” yelled Ash, cutting him off. “More hot chocolate!” She grabbed another thermos out of the snowmobile and started double fisting them. “These thermoses are so thick,” she said in complete awe. And then she paused. “Why are you all looking at me like that?”

“Because you’re treating those thermoses like dicks,” said Rosalie with a laugh.

“I am not! If these were dicks I’d be sucking them so hard.”

“Wow,” said Rosalie. “Did you finally let your inner slut out now that you’re in college?”

Ash gave her a confused look. “No. Why would you think that?”

“Uh…because you just said you’d suck those thermoses so hard if they were dicks.”

“I said that? Out loud?” Ash started to turn bright red. And then she slowly ducked behind the snowmobile.

“What’s going on with Ash?” whispered Rosalie to me.

“No idea. I’ve only seen her act like this when…

” Wait a second. I took a sip of hot chocolate to confirm my suspicions.

Yup. Teddybear had done just as I’d requested and made my favorite hot chocolate.

Piping hot milk, super dark cocoa, tons of little marshmallows…

And a generous splash of the special ingredient.

“The hot chocolate is spiked with banana juice. It makes her super paranoid. And then horny AF.”

“Oooh!” said Ash.

I jumped. I didn’t realize she’d snuck up behind us.

“Who’s horny AF? Tell me everything.” She plopped down next to us and took another gulp of hot chocolate.

“You are.”

“Shhhhh!” she hissed. “Santa might hear.” She glanced around like that was a very real possibility. “I don’t want to end up on the naughty list.”

“Why not?” I asked. “Don’t you know what Santa does to girls on his naughty list?”

“No. What does he do? Does he fuck them?! Or does he send his elves to punish them? Do you think his elves have big dicks? What if their dicks were as thick as these thermoses. I wonder if they’d even fit in my mouth.” She brought one of her thermoses to her lips and tried to suck it like a cock.

“Santa’s elves definitely have small dicks,” said Kyle. “But you know who doesn’t? Me. Which is why my Christmas wish just came true.”

“And what was your Christmas wish?” I asked.

“That Pizza Slut would invite me back for thirds. Gotta go!” He gathered up his stolen fast-food trays and disappeared into the snowy night.

“Wait,” said Ash. “You guys! I forgot to mail Santa a list this year! Did you remember?”

“Nope,” I said.

“Me neither,” agreed Rosalie.

Ash shook her head. “This is a disaster. Teddybear! Ghostie!” she yelled. “Take us back to our dorm immediately! We have urgent Christmas business to attend to!”

They brought the snowmobiles over and took us back to our dorm.

Ash searched all her drawers until she found some green gel pens and a stack of papers.

They looked like something a first grader would bring home a few weeks before Christmas.

DEAR SANTA was written in huge bubble letters at the top of the page.

And next to it was an adorable little cartoon of an elf waving.

“Take your time filling them out, but don’t take too much time,” said Ash as she handed us each a sheet. “We need to get these in the mail ASAP if they’re gonna get to the North Pole on time.”

I hopped up on my bed and started filling in the blanks.

DEAR SANTA,

My name is Chastity Morgan .

I am 19 years old.

This year I have been:

There were two boxes. One for naughty and one for nice. Hmmmm… I mean, I was definitely naughty in the bedroom. But I was also a perfect angel. So I checked both and went to the next line.

For Christmas I would like:

There were five lines. So I guessed that meant I got five Christmas wishes:

1. A huge cock for my bestie