Page 365 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
The pilot turned around. “Um. Where?”
He was probably expecting me to yell ‘anywhere.’ But despite what everyone thought, I wasn’t a runaway bride. I was so excited to marry my shmoopie poo. But I just needed to do this one thing first.
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Everyone on campus stared at me as we made our way to the library. Or maybe they were staring at Ash’s hideous dress. I smiled to myself.
“Justin has called me 17 times,” said Ash. “Just since we landed! We need to get back to the helicopter ASAP.”
“Not until the Single Girl Rules are back in their rightful place.”
“The ceremony starts in an hour!”
“I know. And this is great practice for my walk down the aisle.” I smiled and waved at some rando as I did my graceful walk. I’d practiced it a thousand times.
“Um…so…are we going to go back?”
“We’re here!” I ran up the library steps.
“That wasn’t an answer to my question!” Ash said as she hurried after me in her hooker heels.
And I didn’t mean that in a bad way. I thought hookers were awesome and I totally respected their lifestyle. I’d met plenty of guys who’d thought I was a hooker. And I always took it as a compliment.
“Why are we at the library?” asked Ash.
“Shhh. Students are studying.”
“No, they're all looking at you.”
“Huh.” I held my head up even higher. Now that I thought about it, any guy here would totally bang me in this dress. Because not only did I look hot AF, but who didn’t want to be someone’s last shag before they got hitched? But alas…none of these guys looked hot enough. “This way.” I grabbed Ash’s hand and pulled her up the stairs.
“Seriously, Chastity. We have to get back. Stop messing around. I’m starting to stress sweat and this taffeta showseverything.”
“I know, it’s amazing.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you love me. And I’m not messing around.” I passed one aisle of books and then the next. Which aisle was it? I didn’t love the library. I’d rather reread Twilight than pick up some useless textbook. But this had always been a great place to fuck cute college boys. Speaking of which…the guy in the military history aisle was totally eye-fucking me. And I could just tell he had a big cock. Probably at least 8 inches. Maybe more.
“Don’t do whatever you’re thinking about doing,” said Ash.
“What am I thinking about doing?”
“Fucking that guy.”
“Wrong! It would be too complicated in this dress to fuck him. I was thinking about blowing him.”
“There’s no time for that!”
“But I’ll be so quick about it. I can totes make him cum in like 2 minutes flat. #NoGagReflex.”
Ash stared at me.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not being bad!”
“Yes you are! It’s the day of your wedding and you’re thinking about blowing some rando.”
“Exactly. It’s thedayof my wedding. As in…my wedding hasn’t happened yet. As in, I’m still a single girl. And thus the Single Girl Rules still apply to me.”
