Page 322 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“What?” Brooklyn laughed. “Why would you assume that?”
“Because only a devil wouldn’t believe in luncheon.”
Brooklyn smiled. “You’re amazing, Tanner.”
Oh.I smiled.Well, obviously.
“Sweet boy, where did you learn to do that?” asked Brooklyn.
Jacob had just made another great shot. “At Abuelo’s other castle. Ah! Gotta go!” He dropped the mallet and ran over to the doors where Scarlett, her parents, and her baby brother Liam had just emerged.
I smiled as I watched him hug Scarlett. The two of them were definitely going to live happily ever after. Just like me and Ash.
But the smile fell from my face when I saw James and Penny’s attire. What in the world was wrong with these people? James was in a full tuxedo and Penny was in an expensive, floor-length sundress with a hat. None of that was right for a luncheon affair either. But...at least it was closer.
“I should have known you’d dress a little more appropriately,” I said and shook James’ hand.
“We’re dressed almost the same,” he said.
No, I was wearing a custom striped linen tuxedo with tails and a matching top hat. He was wearing navy. Like a common boating man. He didn’t even have any tails. It was shocking. And Penny looked great, but I didn’t see the strings of a corset. My friends were ridiculous.
“Tell me you know how to play the game,” I said.
“Croquet?” asked James. “Of course.”
“I should have known a fellow billionaire would understand. We’re going to need more mallets.” I whistled.
The back doors opened and a few women in corsets, lingerie, and parasols came out holding mallets. But not normal mallets. The bottom part of them were shaped like penises.
Damn it.I’d specifically said no phallic things today. “NO! Stop. Shoo.”
“But you requested...”
“No. Not those ones. The normal ones.”
They all looked at each other, deeply confused.
“And put on more clothes.”
“But you told us to wear these during croquet matches...”
“Nigel,” I said. “A little help.”
“Yes, Master.” He sprinted over to the scantily clad women with their penis mallets and ushered them back inside. Then he reappeared with some more normal mallets.
James grabbed one. “Are we playing stinger? Or teams?”
“What?” I stared at him.
“Stinger or teams?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said.
“Do you not know how to play?”
“Of course I know how to play. I invented the game!”
Robert giggled.
