Page 382 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
Topher smoothed his shirt and casually leaned against the wall. “So this is your friend, huh? She’s pretty hot.”
“Damn right she is. My roomie is the hottest.”
Ash looked away.
“You guys ready for some fireworks?” asked Topher.
“Oh my God, yes! I love fireworks. Daddy would always put on the best fireworks show for my birthday when I was little. Although sometimes it scared the ponies…”
“I meant sexual fireworks.”
“Oh.” I made a pouty face. “But now you got me all excited for real fireworks. What do you think, Ash? Do we need some real fireworks?”
“Sure?” she said. She still seemed a little dazed from her double concussion and was trying to block her view of me with her hands.
“I think we have some sparklers back at the frat house,” said Topher.
“Sparklers?” I scoffed. “How insulting. Are you saying that a threesome with us isn’t worth the good stuff?”
“Threesome?!” asked Ash. It looked like she was a second away from attempting to run out of the room again.
Topher pulled his shirt off. “How about we do the threesome first, and I’ll get some amazing fireworks for another night?”
“Nope.” I shook my head. “Fireworks first.”
“I don’t even know where to buy the good stuff. I’m gonna have to drive all the way to Pennsylvania. Or maybe Maryland would have some?”
I shrugged. “No idea. But you better hurry. It’s getting late.”
“For real?”
“Yup.”
“Damn it. Okay. Wait here and I’ll be back soon.” He pulled his shirt back on and headed towards the door.
“Wait!” I said. I pulled out my phone and posed next to him for a snap. “I want all my followers to see who throws the most epic parties.”
He hid his face. “Whoa, chill. What if the dean sees that?!”
“Uh…you guys just took a picture in his office. And you literally spray-painted your frat letters on his portrait. He’s definitely gonna know it was you who threw this party.”
Topher laughed. “Those aren’t our letters. I’m in Epsilon Pi Beta…not Alpha Omicron.”
“Alpha beta what?” I asked.
“The alphas are our rivals. Their president banged Trip’s girlfriend. So we’re gonna make the dean think they threw this party. If we’re lucky, those assholes will get kicked off campus once and for all.”
“Oooh.” Now the ski masks made sense.
“In that case…” I took a super cute selfie and then added the caption: “This alpha party at the dean’s house is EPIC!!!” Then I gave Topher a little slap on the butt. “What are you waiting for? I want my fireworks!”
“Right. I’ll be back soon.” He looked longingly at my beautiful breasts (this push-up bra was AMAZEBALLS, or else my new meat and bread diet was on point) and then headed out the door.
“You know I’m not going to have a threesome with that douche,” said Ash the second he was gone.
“Yeah, I know. I just had to figure out a way to get him out of here for a while so that we can execute Operation Seduction Blackmail. Speaking of which…the bodyguards should be here any minute.” I shoved Ash backwards into the closet and slammed it shut. “Start filming and don’t come out until I give you the signal. Unless you want to join. Actually, no. Sorry. You can’t leave your post. But you can always hop in next time. Don’t worry, girl. We’re gonna get you that D soon.” I checked the mirror to make sure my makeup was on point - spoiler alert: of course it was - and then headed downstairs.
The trap was set.
