Page 103 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Nuh uh,” said Ghazi and folded his arms across his chest. “Isn’t your girlfriend on a date? You mustn’t disturb her.”
Was he seriously here to taunt me? I hated this little man.
“And what are you wearing? You look like a clown trying too hard to be French.”
Trying too hard to be French? IamFrench.Or at least, I’d lived in France for many years throughout my never-ending life. I looked down at my matching striped pants and vest with a sick scarf. Ghazi had lost his mind. Sure, not many people could pull off this outfit. But I could. Although...maybe the baguette was too much?Who cares, it’s delicious.I took a bite of it as a French girl walked by giving me sex eyes.
I ignored her. I wasn’t interested. The only woman I wanted was Ash. And she was off fucking Wurst. I realized I was gripping the baguette a bit too hard and smushing it. I sighed. “Seriously, why hasn’t she called yet?”
“Maybe she found true love. Have you checked your lamp?”
“Of course. I’ve been watching it this entire time.” I pulled it out to check again. “Still no Cooper on it.”
“Maybe they’re still in the act.”
I gritted my teeth. “Seriously, why hasn’t she videochatted me yet? It’s almost midnight. I think I’m gonna go try to find her…”
“Fine,” said Ghazi. “At midnight I’ll let you summon her. Good luck!” He snapped his fingers and disappeared. But not before I thought I heard him say, “Not!”
That little shit.He was worse than Nigel in the early 1700s, and that was saying something.
I went to go get some pastries to pass the time until midnight. I walked along the Seine alone. And I checked my lamp a dozen more times. Until finally the clock struck midnight.
I snapped my fingers to summon Ash.
She appeared in front of me, looking frantic and confused. And extremely hot. Her tits were practically pouring out of her black and yellow dirndl. And her braided pigtails were just begging to be grabbed while I fucked her from behind.If only…Had Wurst gotten to do that instead? The thought was both hot and infuriating.
“Ah!” yelled Ash. “Where am I? And why does it smell of cheese and fresh bread and cigarettes?!”
I laughed.
She spun around. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of the Eiffel Tower. And then her eyes landed on me.
I pulled her into a hug. “Thank God you’re okay. You are okay, right?” I pulled back to stare down at her. “Your face is a little red.” I was used to her cheeks flushing when she was embarrassed. Or turned on. But her whole face was red right now. “Are you feeling alright?” I touched her cheek.
She cringed. “Physically, yes. But mentally I’m not sure I’ll ever recover from that weird shit.
What?I raised my eyebrow.
“Don’t look at me like that. You saw it!!”
“No I didn’t.”
“Yes you did!”
I laughed. “How about you just tell me what happened?”
“You really want me to say it all out loud? Fine. Oh boy, do I have a story for you…”
She launched into the craziest story ever. And I’d seen a lot of crazy shit over the years. But the more she went on, the more I realized she was just telling me a fairytale. She was making up the whole thing. And all I could do was laugh.
“It wasn’t funny! It was horrifying!” She rubbed her hands on her cheeks like she was still trying to remove imaginary skeet.
“You’re just telling me Chastity’s version of Hansel & Gretel.”
“I know! It was exactly like that. But it really happened. Chastity tried to warn me but I didn’t listen. And then I wound up as a Gretel sandwich with tons of extra sauce. Or a Hansel sandwich? I don’t even know! But I hated every second of it.”
“Except it didn’t happen.”
