Page 584 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“No. Sorry.”
“That’s okay. I’m sure we’ll find her.” I turned to Slavanka. “Think you can figure out how to get these cuffs off the girls?”
“Yes, yes. You have pistol and quarter-inch sheet metal?”
“Could you not?” asked the girl.
“Yeah,” agreed one of the other girls. “I mean…I obviously don’t want you to shoot my arm or whatever crazy shit that Russian girl just said. But even if you had the key, I wouldn’t want to go. I’ve spent so many weekends sitting outside of this resort in a bikini praying that someone would notice me.”
“So you’re excited to get auctioned?” I asked.
“Hell yeah,” said the third girl. “All my friends were so jealous that I got invited. Tonight is gonna be the greatest night ever.”
“Right?” I said. “I knew that getting sex auctioned was a good thing!”
“Wait,” said the first girl. “You better not be here to steal our spots. If you get one step closer I’m gonna call for the guards.”
I held my hands up and backed away. “Whoa, chill. I’m just here to save my friend. But now I’m having serious doubts…”
“Get out of there,” said Ghostie. “And stop having doubts. We’ve been over the many reasons why you need to rescue Ash.”
Gah, fine.I pulled Slavanka out of the room and we continued our search.
The next few rooms were…not what I was expecting.
First we came across a storage room stuffed to the brim with banana party paraphernalia. Monkey masks, body suits, refrigerators full of whipped cream… Oh, andso manybananas.
I didn’t quite understand why the banana king had so much banana party themed stuff. I mean…I was pretty sure he’d just snuck into that banana party dressed like a stripper so he could kidnap me. He’d really gone all out.
The next room helped everything make more sense.
Five nerdy dudes were sitting at very fancy looking computer stations. They even had light up keyboards and those transparent computer towers where you can see all the stuff inside.
I dusted next to one of them to see what they were working on.
I was hoping this was the security center for the banana king’s penthouse. That would probably give me eyes on Ash.
But instead the dude was just watching porn. And not in a normal way. He kept rewinding and zooming up and stuff.
Wait a second!
He wasn’t watching porn. He waseditingporn. Banana party porn, to be precise.
I ran into the hallway and made sure no one could hear me. “Ghostie! You’ll never believe what I just found.”
“Ash?”
“No, silly. I found out how the banana king was able to infiltrate that banana party so easily. It’s because he owns it. In fact, I think he invented it.” The Locatellis must have done some clever accounting to hide their ownership. Because I’d researched the company extensively and never found a link.
“Banana king invent banana party?” asked Slavanka. “He genius.”
“Right? I mean…I obviously love his sculpted abs and his humungous cock. But now I’m kind of loving his brain too.”
“He probably just bought it from someone,” said Ghostie. “Or paid someone to come up with it.”
“Maybe. But his sex auction runway combo is also the work of a sexual genius. That makes me think he came up with both. And now I’m kind of thinking that we should just do whatever it takes to get captured so we can see what he has planned for the auction tonight. I’m 100% sure it won’t be some basic ass auction with a fast-talking dude and numbered paddles. Unless the paddles are intended for sportive ass smacking.”
“He’s your enemy,” growled Ghostie. “The right-hand-man of your dad’s archnemesis.”
