Page 281 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Hello,” I croaked.
He smiled. “Good morning, sunshine.”
“Ugh. I’m so tired.” I stared at myself on the screen. My makeup was a hot mess. And I had dried drool on my face. I tried to rub it off, but it was really stuck on there.
“Tired from your boardgame tournament?” Mr. Frost asked.
“Yup.”I think.I didn’t really remember. The last thing I remembered was running away from a minotaur in a labyrinth beneath the hotel. Or was that a dream? It must have been adream. Labyrinths weren’t real. I needed to change the subject. “How was your bachelor party?”
“Great. I just had a fun night messing around with the boys.”
I stared at him.Like…in a normal bachelor party way? Or in the way his grandma would think he meant?
“What’s that cow head?” he asked.
“Huh?”
He pointed. I turned around to see a very lifelike cow mask on the nightstand behind me. It looked a lot like the minotaur I had dreamt of.
“Uh...no idea.” I couldn’t tell him that I didn’t remember anything. That would very much seem like I’d blacked out and fucked a stripper. Which I definitely hadn’t done.Right?I cleared my throat.
He smiled. “You can tell me. I’m so curious.”
I said the first thing that popped into my head: “It’s part of a sexy little boudoir shoot I did for you.”What?! Why would I say that?!I didn’t have the photos to back that shit up! “I’ll show you the photos on Monday!”Good Lord why?! Why would I say that?!“Gotta go! Bye!”
I hung up the phone and cringed. Now I needed to find some photos we’d taken last night for my fake fiancé.Gah.I unstuck the sheets from myself and walked toward the door. I needed tofind my girls to ask what had happened last night. I stepped into the other room of the bridal suite.
Holy penises!There were foreign penises everywhere. It was my worst nightmare! What had my bridal party gotten up to after I’d gone to sleep?!
There were at least a dozen men draped over every comfy surface available. Snoozing peacefully, like they belonged in here. They were all covered in white body paint. Or…almost covered. The paint on all their cocks had been rubbed off.
Stop staring!
I was an engaged woman. I shouldn’t have been looking at so many beautiful penises. They probably belonged to Chastity.
I ran back into my room and slammed the door. I needed to take a shower to get this sticky sweat off of me. But when I walked toward the bathroom, I noticed the door was cracked and there was steam already coming out of it. I pushed the door open the rest of the way.
Ah!
The shower was packed full of sausages. There were three men standing in it. White paint was running off of two of them. And the third one was covered in tattoos instead of white paint. He slowly turned around.
Ah! It’s Cole!I screamed. “What are you doing here?”
He winked at me. “Waiting for you to call me daddy again.”
What?!
The adjoining door opened and Chastity walked in with a towel wrapped around herself.
“Hey girl,” she said. She dropped her towel and got in the shower with the guys.
What am I looking at right now?!
Chastity started soaping up the cocks of the painted men. “That was officially the best bachelorette party ever.”
Cole smirked at me. “I agree.”
The other two guys agreed too.
