A Double Dose of Billionaire (Part One) Read online

  A Double Dose of Billionaire

  Copyright 2014 by Rachel Ellis

  Smashwords Edition

  Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction.

  I woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a truck.

  Where the hell was I anyway? The sheets smelled different from my own; cleaner actually. I opened my eyes and took a look around.

  Yeah, I definitely woke up in the wrong room.

  “You’re finally awake,” a man said.

  Shocked, I held my breath, although I honestly shouldn’t have been shocked. I got drunk last night and ended up in a place I couldn’t recognize—what else was I to expect?

  And then I realized that something rod-like was pressing against my thigh.

  I jumped out of the bed, dragging the blanket with me, which turned out to be a bad idea. The blanket slipped off the bed, leaving the strange man lying in all his naked glory, his muscled frame and morning wood splayed out for me to see.

  Damn, he had a hot body.

  Focus, I told myself. That wasn’t the main point right now.

  I broke up with my boyfriend yesterday and ended up having a one night stand. That was the main point.

  The man propped his head with his hands and smirked. “Why so jumpy? You didn’t seem to mind it last night.” My eyes travelled lower than they should have—boy, was it large.

  I covered my eyes with my palm, partly to stop myself from looking, partly to show my exasperation. “Okay, mister. This was a mistake. I got drunk last night and I don’t know who you are. Let’s just part ways and not meet each other ever again, deal?”

  He shrugged. “I’d prefer not to. Why don’t you ask my brother first?”

  Brother? What did his brother have anything to do with this?

  The shower’s door slid open, answering my question. A replica of the man I just slept with stepped into the room with water droplets clinging onto his skin, some of them rolling down his beautiful, ripped chest and abs.

  I looked back and forth. Both of the men had the exact same face. I couldn’t tell the difference; brown hair, cheeky grin, sexy morning green eyes.

  Penises of the same girth.

  “Oh, hey,” he said, wiping his hair with his towel.

  A ball of bile rose up my throat. I dashed past the twin and careened toward the toilet.

  I needed to puke.

  ***

  "Let me get this straight. I had a threesome with the both of you.”

  We sat at the dining table. The brothers, Ryan and Riley, were sitting across me. They took some time to explain to me who was who, but I found it easy to tell them apart after that.

  The throbbing in my head hadn’t calmed down; in fact, it got worse, and a second round of puking was threatening to force its way up.

  “Yep,” they replied in unison.

  “You guys should know better than to take advantage of a drunk woman,” I muttered to myself, kneading my forehead with my thumb. I narrowed my eyes at them. “So I had a threesome with the both of you.”

  They nodded their heads, both seemingly having fun watching the way I squirmed and panicked at the new tidbit of information.

  I collapsed on the table and shook my head. “I need to wake up. What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

  “We could have sex again,” Ryan joked. “It’s Saturday morning.”

  I raised a finger at his face. “I don’t want to have anything related to you guys. My stand is the same as before—I leave, and we never meet or talk about this ever again.” I took my phone out and dialed for a cab.

  Riley made us some coffee as I tried to ring a taxi up. The booking service constantly redirected me and played obnoxious music as I waited. It was Saturday morning! Why was it still so hard to get a cab?

  He handed me the coffee. “Thank you,” I said, and then someone from customer service finally picked up the phone.

  “Taxi booking. How may I help you?”

  “I need a cab for…” I covered the mouthpiece and faced the twins. “Where are we again?”

  Riley had a naughty smirk on his face, his eyes directed to something behind me. Before I could turn around, I felt Ryan’s heat on my skin. His hands travelled down my waist, moving their way down and dangerously getting closer to my sex.

  “You should stay to play for a little while longer,” Ryan whispered into my ear. His fingers stroked the insides of my thigh. They circled around until one of them ‘accidentally’ brushed the flesh of my pussy.

  How did this man get here so fast? He was drinking coffee only moments ago.

  I attempted to pull his hand away, though I didn’t really want him to stop. My attempt was half-assed at best. “Get your hands off me.”

  He ignored my demand, pushed my panties aside, and slipped his finger into my folds. I was wet and wanting for him. Everything in me was aching to have him thrust his cock inside.

  “Are you sure? You seem quite ready for a good fucking.” He nibbled on my ear. His tongue then worked his way down my neck.

  I bit my lower lip to stop myself from groaning.

  “Are you still there? Madam?” the call operator prompted, pulling me back to reality.

  I removed my hand from my cell. “Yes, yes, I’m still here, trying to figure out the address.” And then I covered it again, not wanting him to catch on to my heavy panting.

  Riley watched us from across the table. I could see his boxers through the glass table. A healthy bulge had started to form between his legs.

  “Okay, can you stop it?” I asked again, this time sounding more serious. “I’m not in the mood for this.” It was a lie, but I hoped they didn’t think it too obvious.

  The thrusts of his fingers suddenly got harder and faster, and then after one final mind-blowing thrust that rubbed my core, he pulled out.

  I started seeing stars for a brief second there. That was the best sensation I had ever felt—nothing any of my ex-boyfriends ever achieved for me. To top it off, he did that only with a finger.

  And it ended too soon.

  Disappointed and ashamed of how easy I was, I caught my breath and said to the operator, “Never mind, I found another ride.”

  “Okay, no problem, please call us again soon,” he replied. He sounded calm but I knew that he was annoyed about having to deal with stupid customers like me. I had to deal with stupid customers at my own job, too. I always had to sound calm when they pissed me off.

  I stood up and grabbed my purse.

  “Where are you going?” Riley asked, standing up as I did. He moved to block my way.

  “I’m going home.”

  “But we were just starting to have fun.”

  I flashed him the most menacing glare I could manage. “Move.”

  “Whoa, scary,” he said, backing away in mock fear. “After you, milady.”

  I shoved my way past him and dashed out the door, my panties completely soaked.

  ***

  It had been easier to flag down a cab than I expected. I supposed the twins stopping me from getting one turned out to be a blessing, because I saved on the booking fee.

  But I wasn’t remotely thankful for that.

  “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I muttered to myself, emptying the piggy bank where I left my spare change.

  I stomped out in such a hurry that I forgot my wallet at the twins’ place. The cab driver had stared at me with clear irritation when I circled my arm around my purse ten times over.

  Each time I had hoped that the wallet had buried itself in some hard-to-reach crevice. After I dunked the entire contents of my purse onto the cab’s backseat, it becam
e clear that my wallet wasn’t there.

  The taxi driver tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, looking very impatient. I ran down the steps to him. “Thanks for waiting. Twenty dollars and fifty cents.”

  His jaw dropped as I poured the coins onto his hand. One hand wasn’t large enough so he had to cup both of them together.

  “Don’t you have any notes?” he asked.

  “I found one five-dollar note. Here’s your tip.”

  He snatched the note from my hand and stared at me as if I was the devil.

  I smiled sheepishly at him, feeling bad for him—he was an ordinary bloke simply trying to do his job. At least he’d have a complaint to start small chat with later today.

  “Thanks for your time, sir.”

  “Crazy bitch.” And then he drove off.

  That was most of the money I had in my piggy bank. I really should have kept a spare credit card with me, but I hated living on credit so I only owned one. That one credit card was nicely tucked in my wallet. I planned to order pizza today and do nothing but watch TV in my pajamas, but I guessed it was instant noodles instead.

  I slumped myself onto my beanbag and rubbed my eyes. I still couldn’t believe that I had a three-way with two drop-dead gorgeous brothers. Worst part of it was that I couldn’t remember a single second of it.

  Just when I was starting to get comfortable in my beanbag, my doorbell rang. “Coming!” I said.

  When I opened the door, the first thing that struck me was confusion. “What are you doing here?”

  Damien, my ex-boyfriend, was standing at my front door.

  He shoved a newspaper at my face. “What is the meaning of this?” It was so close that I couldn’t make out the images or words. When I stepped back so that I could finally see it clearly, confusion hit me once again.

  No… that can’t be…

  “What the hell am I doing on the front page?” I asked, ripping the paper from his hands.

  “I should be the one asking you that. You’re the one who got yourself there.”

  The headlines read, ‘Crawford Brothers’ New Mystery Girl’. It was only a matter of time before they found out who I was, judging by how clear my face was on the page. The photographer shot a picture of us when we were inside a car, one of my arms wrapped around Ryan as I kissed him, tongue and all.

  This was the end of a normal social life for me.

  “Where did you get this?” I waved the paper at Damien’s face, not quite believing its contents.

  “The drug store. You’re all over the place.”

  How long before one of my chatty colleagues sells me out to the newspaper, or until those pesky paparazzi manage to track me down? The Crawford brothers! No wonder they seemed so familiar this morning—those wealthy heirs to the Crawford Enterprise; that old, established company that dealt with property, casinos, and everything of the like. They dabbled into acting and modelling as teenagers—not much, as they only took it as a sport—and their attractive looks combined with their fortune propelled them to fame.

  Why didn’t I recognize them?

  I knew they were rich because I found myself walking out of a five-star hotel suite, but not in this way. I hardly kept up with celebrity gossip, so I didn’t pay attention to them… until now.

  I swore to myself to never get drunk again, except for maybe tonight because I really needed a shot of alcohol. I passed the paper back to Damien and was about to shut the door on his face when he grabbed my arm.

  “You’re not going anywhere without at least giving me a proper explanation.”

  “I don’t owe you one. We broke up yesterday. Remember?”

  “I didn’t know I was dating such a slut,” he said under his breath.

  That was when he crossed the line. “Me? A slut? You were the one I found sleeping with that… that slut in my bed!”

  His demeanor suddenly did a flip and changed after I brought that up. “I came here to apologize. I want you back, please.”

  My ears must have been playing a joke on me. Do such ridiculous people really exist? “Are you an idiot?”

  He shook his head. “No, after you left me yesterday I realized how much I love you. I need you back in my life. See, I even bought this ring to prove it.” He wasn’t serious, was he? I didn’t know whether to laugh or slap him with all my rage when he knelt down, pulled out a ring, and said, “Will you marry me?”

  “Go fuck yourself.” I slammed the door on his face and locked it before he stopped me. It took a while for him to understand what had happened, as shown through the brief silence, but once he did, he made sure to make his displeasure known.

  The knock on the door came quickly. “Please, babe, talk to me.”

  “Go away, Damien. You’re being a pain in my ass.”

  “I realize my mistake, okay? It’s just that I’ve known her since high school, and she’s hot, and I had a few drinks…”

  I scrunched up my nose in disgust. “Don’t give me that. You definitely weren’t drunk.” He still dared to talk about how ‘hot’ she was?

  “I’m not leaving until you come out.”

  “Fine with me. Stay there then.”

  I took my phone out and browsed it to see if I had any nice music to distract me. That was when I saw ’15 missed calls’—twelve from my parents and three from my best friend.

  This was going to be one heck of a morning.

  ***

  Damien had left sometime during my three-hour long conversation with my father, as expected. Some foolish part of me had faith in him, thinking that he’d actually stay and wait. However, when I opened the door to find the corridor quiet and empty, I was not the least bit surprised or disappointed.

  My weekend ended up becoming a sleepless nightmare. The talk with my parents about how my inappropriate behavior disgraced them, coupled with myself being on the news—I told myself not to check, but curiosity got the better of me—left me restlessly tossing in bed through the last two nights.

  I had concealer caked all over my face. Panda bear circles had formed under my eyes, so I put on my makeup extra thick today.

  Why couldn’t I have a simple one-night stand and run off with some poor, drunk ordinary guy who wouldn’t end up on the newspaper? Instead, I found myself sleeping with both of the Crawford brothers and having my face plastered on every gossip magazine in town.

  To top it off, I left my wallet at their place, so I had to take the subway instead of a taxi because I didn’t have enough money. This was the first time I dreaded showing my face in public.

  I was all prepped and ready to go until I opened my door.

  A horde of paparazzi waited at the front step of my apartment. They came to life when they saw me like a mass of zombies. A bunch of cameras flashed, almost blinding me, and it didn’t take long for them to send me a flurry of insulting questions.

  Five seconds later, I had my door closed behind my back and no solution to get past the man-eating paparazzi outside.

  Maybe I should call in sick today.

  No, that wasn’t a valid option. With the news out, gossip was going to spread like crazy around the office—my absence was another thing they could sprout gossip from.

  I threw myself out to the front porch in a daring second attempt to escape my house. The camera triggers went off again. I closed my eyes to block off the glare.

  Was this how it was going to be on my way to work? I could barely move a few steps without having to shove people off my face. I’d take a whole day to get to my office’s doorstep at this rate.

  I needed a plan B, though my head wasn’t coming up with anything. Stupid head.

  Then, my salvation came. Salvation probably wasn’t the right word—damnation was more like it, since this whole situation was caused by them in the first place.

  I felt a hand pull me out from the horde and when I looked up, I saw Riley. The sensations of Saturday flooded through me from his touch, and heat began to rise through my body despite the paparazzi s
urrounding us.

  “Hurry!” he shouted, and pointed to a black, very expensive-looking car parked in the middle of the road. Ryan waved at me, opening the door to welcome me in.

  I didn’t think twice before dashing into the car. Riley followed behind me. He slammed the door and we drove off.

  The twins sandwiched me in the center. All I could think about was having them take me right there and then, to have their hands up my shirt and groping my breasts.

  What the hell was wrong with me?

  “You guys,” I said, palming my forehead. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were the Crawford brothers?”

  “We thought you knew,” Ryan said, moving those sexy lips that I wanted to smother with my own.

  Another thing that kept me awake this weekend was thinking about how much I wanted to fuck these two men. I couldn’t forget the way Ryan’s fingers worked with my center, and as I looked at him I found it impossible to not think about it. I spent the last two nights touching myself, yet I could hardly work myself the way Ryan did.

  Of course, I’d never admit how much I lusted for them.

  “Well, maybe I did know who you guys were, but if I did I forgot,” I said, trying to avoid eye contact. I rubbed my thighs together, trying to cure the ache I suffered below. “How the hell did you guys figure out where I lived, anyway?”

  “Scarlet Fontaine, twenty-six years old, sales manager.” Riley took out my wallet and put it on my lap. “You left it at our place—your name and ID card is in it. A quick Google search, a few clicks around, and we have your address.”

  “Actually,” Ryan said, “I kind of stole it from your handbag.”

  All my sexual tension was immediately redirected to my anger. “You stole it?” I asked, clenching my teeth together.

  “I wanted to find out how to contact you, so that I can fuck that pussy of yours again.” He cupped my breast with his hand and began fondling it through the fabric.

  “Oi!” The nerve! And after admitting that he stole my wallet! Yet, despite how infuriated I was, I let him do as he pleased. The logical part of my brain wanted me to push his hand away; mixing around with the Crawford brothers only spelled trouble.

  The driver watching from the front seat should have motivated me to stop his hands, but that still wasn’t enough. I could see his wandering eyes reflected in the rearview mirror, and his gaze only made it hotter.