Page 7 of Forbidden Billionaires, Vol. 9

“Merry Christmas Eve!” I yelled and nudged Ash.

“Huh?” she rolled over and wiped some drool off her mouth.

“We’re about to land! And it’s Christmas Eve!”

“Land where?” She looked very confused.

“At the ski resort. In Germany.”

“You no worry,” added Slavanka. “Stalin kill Nazis. Germaniya okay now.”

“Nazis weren’t my primary concern,” said Ash. “I was more confused about how the hell I ended up on a plane.”

Oooh. Right. Ash had had banana juice last night. Which meant she was going to pretend like she didn’t remember any of what happened. Or maybe she really didn’t remember…

Either way, I brought her up to speed on everything.

“Wow. Did I hit my head sledding or something? I remember the first half, but everything after that is just a big black hole in my mind.”

“Does your head hurt?” I asked.

“No, actually. I slept like a baby. I can’t believe I slept so well on a plane.”

“What’s so hard about sleeping on a plane?” I asked. The plush seats and gentle hum of the engine was so comforting. Daddy’s fun jet was the best.

“Usually there are arms and legs everywhere and if you aren’t careful you’ll end up with your head sliding into the lap of a very handsy old man.” Ash shuddered at the thought.

“What kind of weird tiny orgy planes do you usually travel on?” I stretched my legs out as far as they would go and I still had about two feet of cushion left.

“Coach,” said Ash.

“That sounds truly awful. Anyway, I’m glad you slept well. Because we have a big night ahead of us.”

“Night? What about the day? You said we left in the wee hours of the morning for an eight-hour flight. Does the sun set at like 11 am in Germany?”

“Stalin almost make sun set on Germaniya permanently,” said Slavanka.

“Girl, it’s already 3 pm here,” I said.

“Oh. Right. The time diff…” She stopped mid-sentence when I opened the blinds to show her the sun starting to set over the snow-covered Bavarian Alps. “Holy shit. I’ve never seen mountains before. They’re beautiful.”

Never seen mountains? Ash was hardly living before she met me. “Just wait until you see the men.” I winked at her.

“Eh, I’m more excited about the mountains.”

“That’s because you haven’t seen the men yet.” And because all that banana juice wore off. I hit the flight attendant button and Esme appeared. Just because I needed to focus on the plan to save my daddy, it didn’t mean I couldn’t also still get Ash to lose her virginity.

“Yes?” Esme asked.

“Three glasses of banana juice,” I said.

“No time,” said Ghostie, walking back from the cockpit.

“I just got confirmation that the meeting of the families is going to be at the beer hall at sunset. Which is in…” He checked his phone.

“…Less than 90 minutes. Your skis, ski suits, and bats will be waiting on the tarmac. So go ahead and get changed into whatever you’re wearing underneath and get ready to ski down to the resort. ”

“Wait,” said Ash. “We’re gonna have to ski down to the resort? I kind of assumed a limo would take us there or something?”

“Limos can’t go down ski slopes. Only snowmobiles. And I don’t want to risk getting on one of those. Isabella could have gotten word of our arrival and planted a car bomb.”

“Okay. But shouldn’t the airstrip be next to the resort?”

“Not here. The only piece of flat land they could find long enough for an airstrip was on a little plateau near the top of the mountain.” I pointed out the window at the resort in the distance.

“There’s the main lodging at the bottom of the valley.

” I traced my finger up some ski slopes until I was pointing at another building.

“That big glass building is the atrium. They do weddings and stuff there. And the soldiers have special lodging there.” I traced my finger even higher up the mountain to a little snow-covered plateau with lots of blinking red lights. “And that’s the airstrip.”

“Why the hell is it all the way up there?” asked Ash.

“We’ve been over this. That was the only spot they could find that was flat and long enough for an airstrip.”

“Are you sure it’s long enough?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I mean, it’s not quite up to code. But it’s perfectly safe as long as the pilot doesn’t overshoot the landing.”

“Ice on runway more exciting,” said Slavanka.

“It’s usually not a big deal.”

“Usually?!” asked Ash. She looked like she was seconds away from a total freak-out. “I need to get off this plane!”

“Should I grab a parachute?” asked Ghostie.

“What?! No!”

I laughed. “Ghostie is just being silly.” He wasn’t. A few years ago it had been too icy to land and we’d all had to parachute out. “Let’s just focus on getting dressed while we land.” I turned to Teddybear. “Suitcases, please.”

Teddybear grabbed our suitcases while Esme unfolded three luggage racks.

“This can’t be right,” said Ash as she rummaged around in her luggage.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I think Teddybear gave me the wrong suitcase.”

“Sorry,” said Teddybear. He brought her another one.

She opened it up. “This isn’t right either. This one is just all heels. And the first one was all bikinis.”

“What’s the problem then?” I asked.

“Uh…we’re going to a ski resort. I can’t just run around in a bikini the whole time!”

“Sure you can. Single Girl Rule #43: Bikinis are the only acceptable girls’ trip outfit.” I turned my suitcase around so she could see that I’d only brought bikinis too.

Ash shook her head. “There’s no way that rule applies to ski trips. Isn’t Rule #44 about girls trips too? Something like: Girls’ trips are only girls’ trips if there’s a bikini contest on a beach?”

“Close. Single Girl Rule #44: Girls’ trips are contests to see who can suck the most cocks. The winner doesn’t have to pay.”

“Wait,” said Ash. “I might have to pay for this trip?! I can’t afford a private jet.”

“Then you better get that jaw warmed up,” I said with a wink.

I wasn’t actually going to make her pay.

But I figured the threat of it might be good motivation to make her finally lose her virginity.

Because I really needed my vow of celibacy to end.

I wanted to wake up Christmas morning and get double teamed by my hot bodyguards. #ITakeMyDicksInTwos.

Ash shook her head. “I’m not going to blow some rando.”

“Girl, it’s gonna take a lot more than one blowjob to win this contest.”

“Yes, yes,” agreed Slavanka as she adjusted her bikini top.

“Damn, girl,” I said and honked her boobs twice. “That bikini looks amazing with your ushanka.” I turned to Ash. “Do you have a white bikini too? It would be fun to all match.”

“I’m not wearing a bikini. I’ll literally freeze my nipples off. That’s always been a fear of mine. When my mom was little she knew a kid who…”

“You’re not gonna lose a nipple. And you won’t even be in the bikini for long. You’ll have a snowsuit for skiing.”

“If you’re so confident that our nipples are frost-proof, I dare you to get off the plane topless.”

“And if I do, you’ll wear a bikini?”

“Yup,” said Ash.

“Deal.” I shook her hand.

She looked so confident that she was going to win this bet. Which was odd. Because she knew I loved being naked, right? I was like the opposite of a never-nude.

I gave her a moment to change her mind, but she did not.

Oh well.

I changed into a white bikini and heels and touched up my makeup as the plane landed.

“Brrrrr,” said Ash with an exaggerated shiver as she looked out the window. “It looks so cold out there.”

She wasn’t wrong.

Ghostie opened the cabin door and we got hit with a blast of frigid mountain air. A few snowflakes even fluttered in. But that wasn’t going to deter me.

I walked over to the door, took off my bikini top, and handed it to Ghostie. I winked at him.

But I didn’t think he noticed because he was staring right at my tits.

“Chastity,” Teddybear said. “I don’t think you should be going outside like that.” His eyebrows were lowered. I could tell he was more worried about someone else seeing me topless than he was about my attire being inappropriate for the snow. I winked at him too.

“We fine.” Slavanka took off her top too, and then we stepped out onto the stairs.

Two delivery guys all bundled up in snowsuits were waiting for us on the tarmac. I gave them a saucy little wave as a gust of wind blew through my hair. It would have been the perfect slow-motion scene in a movie.

Also though… Ash might have been right about nipples freezing off. Because that wind was fucking cold.

And it got colder with every step.

But it did warm my soul a little when I got close enough to see how hot the delivery guys were. Both were over six feet tall and had the sexiest dimples.

“Gutten tag,” said one of the delivery men.

The wind blew again and I couldn’t help but shiver. The delivery guy’s eyes went straight to my frozen tits as they jiggled all around.

He cleared his throat and looked back at my face. “Special delivery for Chastity Morgan?”

“That’s me,” I said.

He handed me a pen and a clipboard. “Sign there, please.”

I signed while he and his friend unloaded wooden crates off the back of their snowmobiles.

The first crate was long and skinny. That was our skis and ski poles.

The next two were more square. They contained fur boots, matching earmuffs, and the cutest white ski suits I’d ever seen.

And then the final crate was filled with baseball bats.

I grabbed one and gave it a few swings. It felt sturdy.

Perfect for breaking kneecaps. But it was also a beautiful piece of art.

The red and black woodgrain of the Australian bull-oak had been sanded and polished to a shine.

I ran my fingers over the smooth surface.

I couldn’t feel any seams from where they’d inserted the bug detectors.

The only part that wasn’t silky smooth were the engraved phrases.

The Locatellis and Chadwicks were going to freaking love these.

I handed one to Slavanka so she could take a swing.

“Everything look good?” asked the delivery guy.