Page 92 of Single Girl Rules: HoHoHo

Daddy’s Amazonian guard was the final group. The dozen women standingat attention behind him easily could have been mistaken for models if not fortheir camo fatigues and AR15s.

Hell yeah.This was a badass alliance that I’d created.And something about everyone gathered between Christmas trees and twinkle lightsmade us even more intimidating. None of us were scared of a Christmas morning massacre.

“The troops have been assembled,” said Ghostie. He opened thedoor to the lobby for me and Ash. We’d been waiting in the hall so that we couldmake a grand entrance.

“Thank you, Ghostie,” I said and gave him a kiss on thecheek.

“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 Ididn’t get to see it the way everyone else did. I bet they were seeing us in slowmotion. Two beautiful women strutting in, our snowsuits unzipped just a bit toshow off a little cleavage, our braids whipping behind us. We strutted to thebeat of a Christmas carol.

All eyes were on us.

“Okay,” whispered Ash. “I admit, this is kinda fun. We mustlook so badass…”

Just as she said it, she stepped on a slippery patch on thefloor. Her foot skidded forward. If my arm hadn’t been linked with hers, shewould have wiped out hard.

“It’s a little slippy there,” she yelled to everyone with anervous laugh. Then she whispered, “Shit! Did I just say slippy?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just make your tits bounce more andeveryone will be distracted.”

I’d meant for her to add some extra oomph to her steps. But shetook 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 finishedmy strut up to the main desk. Then I climbed up onto it.

“Thank you all for coming down today,” I said as I paced acrossthe desk. “As you probably now know, Isabella Pruitt just attempted toslaughter me and my family at the old tower. But thanks to some clever planningby my bodyguards…” I paused and smiled over at Ghostie and Teddybear. “…She onlymanaged to kill some straw dummies. Now she’s coming for us.” I let the threathang in the air. “But we can stop her assault before it even begins. With ashow of strength.”

“Yeah!” yelled one of the Chadwicks’ troops. “Let’s blow upthe Jacket Emporium!”

“I love that enthusiasm, but I had something less destructivein 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 hometo her daddy. So let’s send her a Christmas card. Say cheese!” I turned aroundand snapped a selfie with all my troops gathered behind me.

God I look hot,I thought as I admired the photo. ButI could look even better.

“One more,” I said. I unzipped my snow suit a bit more andsmiled 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 apresent 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 glassentrance facing the mountain and adjusted the lens to bring Isabella intofocus.

“She’s checking her phone,” I narrated so everyone else couldknow what was happening. “She looks pissed. Now she’s texting something back…”

My phone buzzed. I put down the binoculars and clicked on theincoming text. It was a gif of an exploding puppy. And not a cute cartoon one. Thisgif was live action. But it wasn’t from any movie that I recognized. In fact, ithad 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 reallysure…”

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