Page 258 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
Satan.“No one,” I said.
“One of our best friends,” said Madison.
I shuddered.Never.“I know literally nothing about her. She rarely speaks because she’s always sleeping. And when she does talk, it’s usually very rude.”
“She’s...passionate about certain topics,” said Madison.
“So was Hitler.”
Madison gasped. “Liz isn’t Hitler.”
“I didn’t put her name in the same sentence as Hitler. You did.”
She gasped again.
“Focus on the game.” I would not allow Madison to pressure me into having Liz as one of my bridesmaids. This engagement may have been fake, but I’d rather die in a gladiator battle than have anyone think I was such close friends with Liz that she was in my fake bridal party. Not on my watch.
“I wonder what games bachelorettes played in ancient Greece,” said Frankie, changing the subject, like a good friend would.
I hope she did fuck Nigel one day. He was a nice guy. And she deserved that. I shook my head. I’d worded that weirdly.
“Maybe they wandered around in the Labyrinth of Crete and got fucked by the minotaur if they got caught,” said Chastity.
That was oddly specific. “Ah! I won!”
Chastity smiled. “Congrats! Now pose to celebrate your victory!”
I propped my hand on my hip in a silly pose. Which reminded me of when Tanner had taken photos of me for Odegaard. Literally everything reminded me of Tanner.
Chastity snapped the picture and started typing on her phone.
I looked over her shoulder to see what she’d typed.
The photo now had a caption: “Don’t worry about your bride. We’re just having a girls’ night in for her bachelorette party.” She sent it to Mr. Frost.
Good.He’ll know I’m being good and playing boardgames.
I didn’t bother waiting for his reply. He usually just sent one-word replies anyway. Like a robot person. I stood up and stretched. “Anyone else hungry? Let’s go get some pizza.”
“Oh, I’ll pitch in.” Madison pulled out her purse and pulled out a single dollar bill.
I just stared at her. Really? She wanted to pitch in one dollar? What did she think a dollar was going to buy? And I wasn’t even sure restaurants in Italy took American dollars.
“And I brought some snacks.” She pulled a single-serve bag of chips out of her purse and kept them very close to herself.
I shook my head.
“I was wondering when you’d get hungry.” Chastity stood up. “Let’s go out.”
I didn’t like the way she’d said that. “For pizza.”
“Yeah, we’re going out.”
I squinted at her. “Are there strippers in this ‘out’ that you’re referring too?”
“No, silly.” She hooked her arm through mine and pulled me out into the hall.
We took the elevator down to the first floor. But when the doors parted, it didn’t look like the lobby.
