Page 284 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I would have hated the crowded train ride to the Amalfi Coast, but I’d passed out pretty much immediately. Now we were at a beautiful villa overlooking the Mediterranean Sea.
Chastity handed me a white monokini with bride written down the side of it. She had a matching black one with maid of honor on it.
It wasn’t even that slutty. It had a zipper to cover…
Never mind.Chastity only pulled her zipper up a quarter of the way, leaving her cleavage completely exposed.
Chastity reached out and honked my boobs.
I looked down.Shit. My tits were out too. I quickly zipped up and then reluctantly honked her boobs back to return the compliment.
“What are you doing?” asked Chastity.
“Complimenting you’re outfit.”
She laughed. “Not that. Unzip again.”
“No thanks.”
“Girl, it’s a boudoir shoot.”
I stared at her. “So?”
“You have to show off your tits. It’s part of it.”
“I don’t think that sounds right.”
“You’ll thank me later, when Mr. Frost is happy.” She unzipped me.
If it distracted Mr. Frost from what really happened this weekend, whatever. And I had to admit that we both looked pretty hot. But also...I couldn’t just walk out of here topless. “Zip up to cover your nips at least. Please. For me.”
Chastity sighed. “Fine.”
We both zipped up a little more.
Chastity pulled me out onto the terrace.
A guy was putting finishing touches on balloons spelling out “Future Mrs. Frost” over the infinity pool.
He turned toward us. For a second I thought it was Tanner since he was wearing blue and red striped pants, a fitted button down shirt, and an exquisitely patterned bowtie. But then I saw that his skin was black. And he had short dreads. And he looked younger than Nigel.
Damn, not Tanner.
But wait! I knew him! It was the third Ababio brother, Sammy. The youngest one.
He walked over to us holding a camera.
It was fitting that my last involvement with the Society would involve the brother of the first two men I’d officially invited. And it was good it was the youngest one. If it had been one of the other two, I probably would have ended up on my knees. Because that’s just who I was as a person now apparently.
Sammy smiled. “Welcome to the Amalfi Coast,” he said in his Italian accent.
“Thanks for doing this on such short notice,” said Chastity.
“My pleasure.” He turned to me. “So you’re looking to do a boudoir shoot for your lucky groom?”
I awkwardly tried to zip up my bathing suit even more, but Chastity slapped my hand. “Yup,” I said.
“Wonderful.” He lifted his camera and snapped a picture of us. He adjusted a box light behind him and snapped another. “There we go. Okay, let’s start with some tame stuff… Hand on your hip. Point up at the balloons and smile.”
