Page 125 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
Chastity sighed. “That was a lot of rules, Mr. Control Freak. But fine. You can choose the first one. I get to choose next though.”
There would be no next time. I really did have the perfect guy in mind. The universe might think Mike was her lesser true love, but there was no way Ash would ever end up with him.
***
The next night, I slid into a booth at the Club Onyx restaurant with a baseball cap, a fake twirly mustache, and a football jersey. A stupid American football jersey. No one would ever suspect it was me.
Nigel sat down across from me in a disguise as well. He was dressed as his alter-ego Francois, the dangerous womanizing French waiter. He was wearing his waiter uniform, a fake mustache similar to mine, and a pair of fake glasses. His hair was gelled down to one side. Matt thought this costume made Nigellook like a French pervert. But in reality, it just made him look French.
We had a table with a view of the entire Club Onyx restaurant. It was the perfect place for us to spy on Ash’s date.
Chastity slid into the booth next to Nigel.
Nigel frowned and crossed his arms. “Why did you inviteher?”
“Don’t speak about me like I’m not here,” she said and adjusted her black wig. She was in disguise too. But it wasn’t nearly as awesome as Nigel’s or mine. She didn’t even look like she was trying that hard.
“And I’m here because this wasmyplan,” she said. “I’m here to support my bestie.”
“But we’re on a secret boys’ mission,” said Nigel. “No girls allowed.”
The two of them started bickering, but I wasn’t listening. Because Ash had just walked in and she looked fucking amazing. She was wearing a short red dress and matching red Odegaards.What the hell?Why was she so dressed up for another man?
Her dress was so short that I could see the top of her stockings every time she stepped forward.Fuck.It was like she was trying to torture me. She knew I’d been alive in the 40s when stockings were all the rage. She’d definitely worn them to drive me crazy. All I wanted to do was take her to the bathroom and tear those stockings off of her using only my teeth.
“She looks very nervous,” said Nigel.
She did look nervous.
“Should we abort mission, master? We could always send Frankie in her place.”
I shook my head. “Why would we do that?”
“So that Frankie can have the coitus instead,” said Nigel. “Like the cum dumpster she needs to be.”
What?“Where did you learn that phrase?” I liked it.
“The motion pictures.”
I nodded. “Very good indeed. But we don’t need anyone to have sex but Ash.”
“Sure, I guess. But I think Frankie really needs a good...”
“Seriously, Nigella,” said Chastity. “What is with you and Frankie?”
“Nothing. I just think she could use more coitus. At least three times a day. The more men the merrier.”
He sounded like me at a fertility clinic.
“Too late for a last-minute substitute.” Chastity pointed toward the door.
Mike Smith had just walked in. He had crazy red hair and a matching mustache. I would have thought he was wearing a disguise, but that stache was all real.
Ash went in for a hug, but Mike gave her an exploding fist bump instead. And then he leaned on the hostess table and knocked it over.
I smiled. He was perfect.
“There’s no way he’s going to be her lesser true love,” said Chastity. “That dude is weird as hell.”
