Page 592 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Slavanka,” I said. “Could the original Rule #5 have been interpreted as banana juice rather than wine?”
She nodded. “Yes, yes.”
“Then I’m making an official alteration to the English translation of the Single Girl Rules.”
“I don’t care if the Single Girl Rules say wine or banana juice. How could either one of those things help us against seven men armed with tasers?”
“Molotov cocktail,” said Slavanka. She held up a bottle of banana juice with a soaked rag coming out the top. Her other hand was wrapped around a lighter and her thumb looked awfully eager to light it.
“She’s not wrong,” I said. “But let’s not burn the building down just yet.”
“Final chance!” yelled the banana king. “Come on out, Ash.”
Ash sighed. “I really think we should surrender.”
“But I have a plan. Please trust me?”
“Okay. But if this plan doesn’t work and I get fucked on that runway…”
“Not gonna happen. Unless you want it to.” I winked at her. “Ash isn’t coming out,” I yelled to the banana king. “But I have a counter proposal.”
“I’m listening,” he called back.
“If you let us go now, we can pretend like this never happened.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then you and your guards are going to chase us around this resort for a while. And then when I feel like it, we’re going towalk right out the front door. And I’m gonna make sure Luigi Locatelli knows how badly you fucked up.”
The banana king laughed. “There’s no way you’re gonna walk out my front door.”
“You think?”
“I’m certain of it.”
“Then let’s make a deal. If we walk out, then you’ll owe me a favor.”
“I’m not gonna give a mobster’s daughter a blank check.”
“What does it matter? You’re so confident you have us trapped. Why not make the bet? Tell you what – I’ll even limit the favor so that it doesn’t involve money. And if you catch us, then you can auction all three of us. You can even livestream the entire thing. Turn it into the pay-per-view event of the year.”
“What?” gasped Ash. “No! I won’t agree to that.”
“Ash would never agree to that,” yelled the banana king.
I looked at Ash. “I love how you two are so on the same page. So cute. I’d be shipping you two so hard right now if his cock wouldn’t literally destroy your delicate virgin pussy.”
“We’re not a cute item,” said Ash. “We’re both just sensible adults.”
“Who want to fuck each other?”
“No!”
“Okay, okay. Whatever you say.”
“Am I correct that Ash refuses to agree?” called the banana king.
“You are. But technically she already did. Those release forms we signed last weekend for the banana party cover anything you film until next Friday.”
