Page 215 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“You’re supposed to be stuffing it.”
“With what?” I asked.
“With literally everything I cut up right here.” She gestured to her cutting board.
“Wait, you want us to do what with all that?”
“You need to put it all up in the bird.”
What the hell?
Matt laughed. “Sorry, baby. I don’t think either of us knew where to start. In my defense, I was at least trying. Tanner was just on his phone.”
My son wasn’t wrong. I kept glancing at my phone. Any minute now I’d find out if Ash had really been fucking around with other guys. I’d asked Angel and Diablo to send me photos of whatever they ended up doing to her. They’d been more than happy to oblige.
My stomach churned. I wasn’t sure if I was nervous or excited. Both, I guess. And I kept checking my phone every few seconds.
“So...how do we stuff it?” asked Matt and lifted up one of the turkey’s legs. He scrunched up his nose and let it fall back in place.
Brooklyn stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “I think it’s time you boys stepped out and let Nigel and me handle this.”
“Yes, the mademoiselle and I will handle this,” said Nigel. “You two go watch the American football match. Hut, hut.” He slapped Matt’s ass.
“Nigel, we’ve talked about this,” said Matt. “Don’t touch my ass.”
“No. You talked to Francois. And Nigel and Francois don’t converse. His rules aren’t my rules. So...hut, hut.” He slapped Matt’s ass again.
I had no idea what was happening. But I didn’t mind tapping out of dinner prep. I kept staring at my phone as I wandered out of the kitchen.
I sat down on the couch and waited. And waited.
Finally a text came through from Angel. He’d sent a close-up picture of his cock. A beautiful naked woman was kneeling in front of him, but it cut off above her tits, so I couldn’t see her face. The text read: “Sorry man, looks like she failed the loyalty test :(“
Fuck!I tried to zoom in to tell if it was Ash. But the picture wasn’t the best quality. Angel must have been moving too much.
“Are you okay?” asked Matt.
I cleared my throat. “I’ll be right back.” I went into the bathroom, snapped my fingers, and teleported to the Society. I walked out to the patio and looked over at the big mirrored wall on the side of the restaurant.
I knew Ash was just on the other side of that mirror. But all I could see was a reflection of myself.
I wanted to go into the skybox. But if she was having sex with the brothers, I wanted her to keep going through with it...
I started pacing.
Is she? Or isn’t she?
I was losing my fucking mind here!
Another text came in a couple minutes later. This one was clearly of Ash. She was leaning over, her red hair cascading over her tits. Angel was behind her and Diablo was in front of her. Thetext read: “Your girl is about to get stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey.”
Well, I knew what that meant now. My eyes grew round.Really?Was this actually happening? Or was it some kind of photoshop trick? I walked over to the glass and tried to look through. But I couldn’t see anything.
Another picture came through of them inside of her.
And I could see myself in the background of the picture, with my face pressed against the glass.
Holy shit…she’s really been doing it!
