Page 235 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Please, call me Linda. And this is my husband Charles.”
“Mr. Frost,” I said and shook his hand.
Silas chuckled.
I stared at him. Why was he laughing? Was it because I’d just calledhimMr. Frost in the shower? Kill me!
“And this is Silas’ fiancée, Adriana.” Mr. Frost gestured to a beautiful woman who looked nothing like me.
Okay. Good.Silas definitely hadn’t banged me. He was engaged. And he liked brunettes.Good. Phew.I think? Was that bastard smirking at me again?!
“It’s time to eat,” said Linda and gestured us all into an immaculate dining room.
Apparently it was a tradition to have a Christmas Eve feast at the Frost household.
While we were waiting for the food to be served, Mr. Frost’s grandmother walked into the dining room, fashionably late.
And very fashionable she was. She was dressed like a total boss in a fur coat, pearls, and sunglasses. She lifted her sunglasses fora moment and squinted at me. “Who is the mick next to the gay one?”
What?On so many levels...what?
Mr. Frost cleared his throat. “Grandma, this is my fiancée, Ash. And I don’t think she’s full Irish.” Mr. Frost put his arm around my shoulders.
I lifted my hand to show off my ring.
“Really?” she asked.
“Yes,” Mr. Frost said a little defensively.
“It’s a Christmas miracle. The boy isn’t as light in his loafers as we all thought.” Her sunglasses fell back into place and she sat down in her chair.
Mr. Frost’s arm tensed around me.
Had his whole family thought he was gay? I laughed awkwardly. “He likes girls,” I said. “Trust me.” We’d just banged in the shower...
Silas laughed.
Unless I’d just fucked Silas instead.Gah!
The servers placed down trays of food.
Which reminded me of Nigel. I even missed him.
I started eating as soon as it was appropriate.God, this is so awkward.But it was only uncomfortable for a few minutes. Because Mr. Frost’s parents were actually amazing.
“He had all these binders in high school...” his father started.
“He still does that!” I said. “He organizes all the work for the week in these horrible binders.”
His mom and dad laughed.
“I stopped doing that, darling,” Mr. Frost said with a laugh. And then he stared down at me. “Because you hated it so much.”
He was looking at me so lovingly, I almost believed it. “That’s true. He stopped because I asked him to.” I smiled at him. I couldn’t tell if he was staring at me like he’d just fucked me or not...
I cleared my throat. “So he was always uptight?” I asked.
His dad laughed. “Always.”
