Page 411 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
But Ash wouldn’t budge.
“Ash, what are you doing?” I asked.
She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I’m not getting off this elevator.”
“Why? Because of the dress? Or because you’re scared some stripper is gonna mollywhop you the second you get off?”
Her eyes grew round. “Well I wasn’t scared of that second thing, but now I kind of am.”
I laughed. “Ash, come on. The Banana Party is only for girls. No boys allowed.”Luckily strippers don’t count as boys.
“Okay…” She tentatively stepped forward. And then she looked around with a frown on her face. “This is it?” she asked. She sounded completely unimpressed.
“What do you meanthis is it?” I motioned to the thick, twisted tree trunks all around us. And their bright green leaves. If not for the neon green lights draped between the trees like vines and the skyscrapers just visible through the thick canopy, I would have thought we were actually in a jungle.
The rain from earlier had been replaced by clear skies, and a gentle ocean breeze brought a slight chill to the air. Which was perfect, because Ash was already drenched in sweat.
“Sure, it’s a neat jungle,” said Ash. “But it’s not supposed to be a jungle party. It’s a Banana Party. And I don’t see any bananas. I had so many actual bananas at my Banana Party.” The distant howl of a monkey made her jump and hide behind me. “Holy shit! What the hell was that?”
“Monkey,” said Slavanka.
“Relax,” I said. “They won’t attack us. Unless we want them to.” I winked at her.
She laughed. And then she frowned. “Wait, what was that wink for? Are monkeys seriously going to attack us?”
“You’ll see,” I said with another wink. “Come on…we should hurry. I don’t want to be late and miss out on getting a good table.” I brushed a few low-hanging branches out of our way and pulled Ash along the tiled path through the jungle. We sooncame to a big clearing with a dance floor, a stage, and three tiers of seating.
I pointed to an empty table front and center, right by the dance floor. “There. That’s our table!”
We rushed across the dance floor to the table. Butjustbefore we got there, a group of five girls snaked it from us.
“Excuse me,” I said to one of them. “But this is my table.”
“Says who?”
Excuse me?“It’s my bachelorette party.” I went to sit down but she pulled the chair away from me.
“Oh my God,” said the girl. “Congratulations! But it’s also my bestie’s 21stbirthday. And she really wants this table too.” She blew up two giant “21” balloons and tied them to a chair to claim their territory.
What the hell?For a second I was pissed that some birthday girl was trying to steal my spotlight. This was supposed to bemyBanana Party. Not some joint venture. But then I realized that I’m me. And I’m amazing. No one could steal the spotlight from me, no matter how hard they tried. It was best if I just ignored their existence.
And honestly, this wasn’t even the best table. The table right above it on the second tier was way better. It was closer to the bar, and it had a way better view of the stage. Ash would appreciate both of those things. That girl desperately neededmore banana juice. And the stage…well, it would be a disaster to not have a good view of the stage at a Banana Party.
“Awww, happy birthday,” I said to the one I assumed was the birthday girl. But who could really be sure which one it was with their complete lack of proper accessorizing? No sashes. No tiaras. And no matching outfits. If not for their admittedly impressive make-up, I might have mistaken them for a roving band of homeless dudes. “Come on, girls. Let’s go get a better table.” I flipped my hair and my amazingly dressed squad followed me up the stairs to our table.
“Where’s all the banana bread?” asked Ash when we sat down. “The stress of getting fake-arrested has me famished.”
“I don’t think they have any,” I said. Most of the girls here were probably too dense to know that the secret to big tits was bread. I remembered when I used to be basic and didn’t eat carbs. “But I bet they do have some banana juice.”
“Oooh! Yes!”
We got up and headed to the bar.
“Two banana juices, please.”
“Slushy or liquid?” asked the girl behind the bar.
I looked at Ash.
