Page 392 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
Would Ash like that?I wasn’t sure. But I had all day to figure it out.
“We’re actually all done.” As much as I hated to make Teddybear stop, I couldn’t let him continue. Because I would definitely scream when I came. And then Chad would try to break in. And then they’d fight and it would be a whole thing. So I reluctantly pushed Teddybear’s head back and pressed my finger to my lips. “Stay here until we’re gone,” I whispered. Then I grabbed my towel off the back of the door and slid out.
Chad was waiting in the bathroom with a big grin on his face.
“Come with me.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him back to my dorm room.
Ash was off at her 8 a.m. class, so Chad and I had the room all to ourselves. Well…almost.
Ghost was waiting in the room with a delicious stack of banana pancakes, fresh from a local diner.
He bowed and handed me my utensils.
“Thank you, Ghostie,” I said. “You’re dismissed.” I booped him on the nose and he walked out the door.
“Wow,” said Chad. “You’ve really got Ghost trained well. I do not remember him being that agreeable.”
“He and I came to an understanding. Anyway…what brings you here?”
“You.”
Of course.I couldn’t help but smile. “Missed me?”
“So much.”
“Or did you just miss these?” I lowered my towel just enough for him to see my tits.
His eyes got a little bigger. “You know I missed those too.”
I pulled my towel back up. “How’s Harvard?”
“Amazing. My roommate is the son of a senator. And the guy down the hall drives a Lambo around campus. They think they have an in for some of the final clubs. Those are like the better, cooler Harvard versions of fraternities. And they’re super secretive.”
I stared at him. Did he think I was dumb or something? I knew what final clubs were. But it didn’t hurt to stroke his ego a little. “Oooh. Secret clubs? Maybe I’ll come visit when you get in and we can go to some secret parties. Want some pancakes?” I gestured to the plate that Ghost had left for me. I didn’t really want to share, but it was only polite.
“I ate on the way here.” He eyed me skeptically.
“Suit yourself.” I stuffed a bite into my mouth. “Mmm. Delicious, pankcakey goodness.”
“I thought you didn’t eat carbs.”
“That was the old me. The me before I broadened my horizons at this lovely institution. Now I have a theory that bread and meat go straight to my tits. What do you think?” I lowered my towel for him again.
Ash walked in and screamed. “Holy boobs!”
“Ah! You’re back! Ash, meet my boyfriend, Chad. Chad, meet by bestie, Ash.”
“Wait,” said Ash. “Chad isreal? I thought he was just some dude you made up as a joke.”
I laughed. “Uh, no.”
“But you…”
I pressed my finger to her lips. “Hush, child. I know I made him sound too good to be true. But as you can see, he’s very much a real boy.”
“What has she said about me?”
I hadn’t really told her much about him. The only thing she knew about him was that his dick was smaller than the hot jocks’. I’d tell Chad all about my sexcapades later and he could tell me about all the hot Harvard girls he’d been getting down and dirty with. I was sure none of them were even half as hot as me, so whatevs. But I didn’t want Ash spilling the beans. Especially not in the context of him having a tiny penis.
