A Double Dose of Billionaire (Part One) Read online

  Damien was right; maybe I was a slut after all.

  “Hey, stop it,” I said, trying to sound stern. His fingers unbuttoned my dress shirt and wandered below the fabric until it found my perk nipple.

  “I’m serious,” I continued, but the words came out in a whimper and I moaned right after.

  Ryan smiled at his brother. “She likes it.”

  Riley responded by taking action, too, unbuttoning more of my shirt. “I can tell.”

  Ryan shifted his position so he could kiss me. My mouth welcomed him, and his tongue slipped in so that it could work its magic on me.

  “Gordon, you dirty old man, wind up the divider,” Riley said.

  “Yes, sir.”

  The divider slowly went up, though I was sure that I heard Gordon pause it a few times so that he could take a longer look.

  “Scarlet.” The way Riley said my name with his slightly raspy voice made me moan again. “Spread your legs.”

  Without hesitation, I did as he said and gave him access to my center. His fingers went under my skirt and he found it quickly. The first thing he went for was my clit, and the way he expertly rubbed it, stroking and pinching, was enough to send white hot pleasure through me.

  My shirt had bunched up at my waist, exposing my bra to the twins. Ryan pushed the cups aside to reveal my mounds. His lips made their way down my neck and finally to my nipple. He rolled his tongue over it and made it wet with his saliva. I pushed my chest outwards and pressed his face to my breast, wanting him to suck harder.

  “Give me your cock,” I said, throwing all hell out the window. I wasn’t sure which twin I had said it to.

  Riley chuckled into my ear. “My pleasure.”

  He unzipped his pants and pulled his member out. I took a sideways glance to look at it. I had seen it once before, but I didn’t think that I’d ever get used to it. It was at least seven inches long, and its girth was wide, too. I felt myself getting wetter thinking about having it sink into my folds.

  “Here you go, princess.” He led my fingers to his member.

  It was hard and throbbing. Initially I tentatively brushed it, not quite certain whether I should stroke it. But soon, lust took over and I gripped it hard, rubbing it back and forth.

  He groaned. “Faster.”

  With the encouragement, I held him tighter and sped up my movements.

  “Not fair, brother,” Ryan said. He released my nipple from his mouth and unzipped his trousers, too. He masturbated and I watched as Riley continued playing with my pussy. His strokes got faster; my hips moved back and forth to meet his pace and my walls clenched around his digits.

  I was close to the climax. Pleasure tightened at my core and I thrust my hips against his fingers like a bitch in heat. “Harder, harder, please,” I pleaded as I moaned. I didn’t even care if Gordon could hear me.

  The pleasure built up inside me. I squeezed my thighs together, longing to release it.

  And then, Gordon lowered the divider slightly and said, “We’re here.”

  I didn’t care if we had arrived at the office, I wanted to fuck. Desperate to come, I tried to make the twins continue. I bent over to kiss Ryan on the lips, but he stopped me by putting his hand over my mouth.

  Riley pulled his fingers out and reached for a piece of tissue. I removed my hand from his shaft, flabbergasted that we’d stopped so abruptly.

  “That’s it?” I asked, my cunt still aching for release.

  “Yep,” Ryan said, zipping his pants up. “That’s it.”

  Blood rose to my cheeks as I fumed. They were playing me for a fool!

  Riley turned to me as he smiled slyly. “Unless you want more.”

  I was already buttoning up my shirt and tidying up my hair. “Absolutely not.” Like hell they were going to make me beg after such humiliation. I might’ve acted like an easy whore around these two very attractive twins, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to admit it out loud.

  Ryan opened the door. “Off you go then. What time do you get off?”

  “Six in the evening. Why?”

  “Wait for us here. We’ll pick you up.”

  I rolled my eyes at him. These guys weren’t worth all that trouble… maybe. “Uh, no, you won’t. I’m going home by myself.”

  He smacked my butt when I was trying to get out of the car. “We’ll be here at six, whether you like it or not.”

  “Whatever.”

  Before I even took ten steps, I heard the twins shout, “Hey, Scarlet!”

  “What!” I screamed, already at my boiling point.

  Ryan dangled the wallet in front of me. “You forgot this.”

  I let out a sound of annoyance and snatched the object from him. “Thanks, now leave.”

  “As you wish, princess.”

  ***

  Kristie was acting like a busybody as she always did. “I want all the juicy details.”

  “I don’t have any.”

  She tapped her pen on my desk and leaned in closer. “Don’t lie, I’ve seen you on the papers.” She checked her surroundings for people and then whispered, “How big were they? You can tell me that, at least.”

  I showed her the most disgusted reaction I could conjure. “Kristie, that’s very inappropriate.” I frowned and shook my head in disapproval, and then I leaned over, too, and grinned cheekily. “Really big,” I replied in a hushed tone. “But anyway, I don’t remember a thing except for Saturday morning”—I left out the part about the car ride—“I got drunk on Friday night and next thing I knew, I was waking up to a couple of naked men.”

  “You forgot what happened? Seriously?”

  “I wouldn’t have slept with them if I was sober and conscious, right?”

  “Hmm, yes, I can see how that makes sense. You make a point.”

  A very rude colleague of ours, Albert, unceremoniously interrupted our hushed conversation. “Hey.” He grinned a very unattractive grin, but from the way he was acting he most likely thought himself attractive. “How’s the double dipper doing?”

  I deserved a medal for having enough self-control to not punch this guy in the face. “Peachy.”

  “Must have had a lot of fun last Friday, huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me. “Anyway, the boss asked me to call you, and I don’t think it’s about something he’s happy with.”

  “Meet you at lunch?” Kristie said.

  I nodded. “See you there.”

  My staff and colleagues were awfully quiet today. Usually they greeted me with a hello and were more open with asking me questions. At the very least, they’d say something whenever they dropped a document on my desk. But today, they avoided me like the plague and I guessed why.

  I knocked on my boss’s door. I didn’t even know how that man ended up in his position. Every time I visit him, he’s either in the middle of a Facebook game or laughing obnoxiously with some friend of his on the phone. He barely did anything but sit on his fat ass all day, and to make things worse, he had been hitting on me the whole of last month. At first I thought I was imagining things, but when the bouquet of roses arrived on my table with his name on it, I stopped questioning his intentions.

  “Come in,” he called.

  I walked into his office to find him sitting at his desk with his fingers intertwined. Strange—he was usually on his computer or cellphone.

  “Sit down, Scarlet.”

  I did as he said and tried to loosen my collar. Was it me or was the air conditioning turned too high? “You asked to see me, sir?”

  He was usually a flirty man, and seeing him so serious made me nervous. Regardless of how much he acted like a douchebag, he was still my boss and controlled how much I earned at the end of each month.

  “I’ve heard about your little incident with the Crawford brothers. Is it true?”

  What did my personal life have anything to do with this? “I’m sorry, sir, I got drunk that night and don’t remember.”

  “It’s very unprofessional.”

  “I’m so
rry.” It happened during out-of-work hours, though, so I wasn’t sure how it had anything to do with my professionalism.

  “Your sales team has also been underperforming the last few months. All the other teams managed to hit their targets but yours. Can I have a valid explanation for that?”

  I had to check if my ears were playing a trick on me. In the last few months, my team outperformed all the other teams, securing more contracts than them. My left eye started to twitch. “I’m sorry, did you read your data sheets correctly? I’m pretty sure that we’ve been outperforming everyone else. We doubled your target last month.”

  “Are you saying that I can’t read, Ms. Fontaine?” He sunk back into his chair and crossed him arms.

  “No, not at all.” But I am saying that you’re a biased, two-faced son of a bitch. I clenched my fists together. I wondered how stuck up he’d be after I broke his nose.

  He sighed and passed me an envelope. “Here is this month’s paycheck.”

  “Thanks, but isn’t it due next week?”

  “I’m relieving you of your duties, so you don’t have to come next week.”

  I stayed silent, not quite grasping the situation. “Wait, you’re firing me.” It was a statement, not a question.

  He sat up straighter. “Yes, I’m firing you. As sales manager you represent our company’s image, and I can’t have you sleeping around with men. It’s bad for our image, and we’d rather not have you here.”

  What a hypocritical bastard! He was trying to get into my pants right before this. “Oh, that’s not the reason why you’re being such a dick.” He wasn’t my boss anymore so why bother to be polite? “You’re just jealous because I told you to get your hands off my ass when you tried to grope it two weeks ago.”

  He scowled. “You think so little of me.”

  “Actually, I probably think too highly of you. You’re probably firing me for some reason even more spiteful and shallow than that, though I’m not that low to be able to think of what.”

  He ignored my insults and went back to fidgeting with his computer. “You have until this afternoon to pack your desk and leave. I’ll have Albert take over your duties.”

  Albert? That annoying dickhead? That was the very last straw I could take. My fist was raring to go but I could think of something better.

  “See this?” I said, using my phone to show my ex-boss a picture of him feeling up an intern. That perverted man only hired attractive babes as interns.

  A panicked look flashed over him. “Where did you get that?”

  “Your darling Albert took a picture of you with her last year. It spread through the office in a matter of days. We were all having a fit laughing. You were the only person unaware.”

  “Delete it,” he demanded.

  “You wish. You’re not my boss anymore. I can do whatever the hell I want with it. For example, I can send it to your wife.”

  “Liar, you don’t even have her number.” He smirked proudly, stupidly thinking that he saw through me.

  I never imagined how awesome it’d feel triumphing over my boss who had been treating me like a slave all these years. “Actually I do. You brought her to the company dinner last year, remember? I met your wife there—very sweet lady. Never hurts to have more contacts.”

  Horror wiped that smug expression off his face. My inner mischief squealed at itself with glee. “No!” he yelled, trying to reach for the phone over his table, but before he could, I tapped on the green ‘send’ button.

  “Too late.” I waved the screen at him, showing him that the deed had been done.

  Happiest that I’ve been since appearing on the news, I turned around and strutted to the exit.

  “You fucking whore!” my ex-boss screamed.

  He reached for my shoulder and forcefully spun me around.

  I was halfway thinking about a smartass comment when I saw his fist flying toward my face.

  ***

  I was definitely going to press charges on that bastard. He dared punch my beautiful face. People have told me that this face of mine deserved to be on billboards, though I wasn’t sure how much I could believe those people since they were my parents.

  “Oh, it’s not that bad,” Kristie said, touching up my eye with her makeup set.

  This was the most pathetic point of my life. I was hunched over at the lobby of my office building with a black eye, a box of my belongings in my arms, and the paparazzi camping at the entrance. I couldn’t possibly walk out like this.

  Think of what they’d sensationalize tomorrow’s article into? ‘Crawford Brothers’ New Mystery Girl Found! Incompetent and Bruised!’

  “You think they’ll get bored and go home?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. You can catch a ride in my car if you wait for me till six.”

  It was still one in the afternoon; Kristie had taken a lunch break to accompany me.

  I shrugged. “Sure, why not? It’s not like I have anywhere else to go.”

  “Honestly, I didn’t think that our boss was such a brute. I’m not sure if I want to be in this company anymore, with you not around and his violent tendencies.”

  I smiled. “We knew how he was since years ago.” Kristie could talk big but she didn’t have a choice to leave the company. With the economy still recovering and job positions on the low, no one would take the risk and quit.

  I had enough saved up to last me two months. If I lived on a tighter budget, I could probably stretch it out to three months. Within three months, I had to get a job. After that, I wasn’t sure if I could afford rent and I doubted that my pride would let me crawl back to my parents and ask for help.

  Kristie had to go back up after twenty minutes since we didn’t have a long lunch break. I fiddled with silly apps while waiting. After my phone went flat, I spent most of the afternoon wandering around like an aimless soul. My company card was revoked, which limited me to the first floor since I needed the card to use elevator.

  I found myself a quiet spot to take a nap when the boredom became unbearable. My lack of sleep last weekend caught up to me and I sunk into a deep slumber. When I woke up, Kristie was in front of me eating from a bag of chips.

  I stretched my arms out. “What time is it?”

  “Six-thirty. You were sleeping like a cute little bunny, so I didn’t want to wake you up.”

  Could anybody have a sweeter colleague?

  “Besides,” she said, “I had them to keep me company.”

  Them? I rubbed my eyes and turned my gaze to the left. The twins were leaning against the wall. Did I mention sweet? I actually meant stupid.

  The sight of them made my blood seethe. “What the f—“

  “Oh, you’re awake. I thought we asked you to meet us at the doorstep at six?”

  “How did you two even get in? Security won’t let you in without a card.”

  Ryan gave me a look of disbelief. “We’re the Crawford brothers; we can do whatever we want.”

  “And they’re so hot, too,” Kristie pitched in. “You said that you weren’t meeting them again. You naughty little liar.” She giggled.

  “Shut up, Kristie. You should’ve protected me from these two idiots.”

  “Excuse me?” Riley said.

  Kristie swished my comment aside. “You don’t need any protecting from these two. I’m sure they’ll take good care of you.” She stole a side wink at them, and they winked back. What nonsense did the twins fill her head with when I was sleeping?

  Riley came closer and bent down to examine my swollen eye. “How is it? Kristie told us what happened.”

  “It doesn’t hurt too much. That bastard didn’t pack a punch.” He was sweet to ask, but that didn’t help with subsiding how angry I was at the two of them.

  Ryan reached for my wrist and pulled me up. “We’ll take care of it. Thanks for looking after her, Kristie.”

  “I’m not going with you anywhere,” I said, twisting my hand to try and get out of his grasp. “You two got me fired!”r />
  Ryan lifted me up by my knees and threw me over his back. Did I, or any other grown woman, deserve such humiliation?

  “Put me down at once.”

  “No,” Ryan said.

  Kristie squirmed with delight as I was taken away. “Bye, and have a lot of fun, the three of you.”

  Traitor.

  Kidnapped. I had been kidnapped by two obnoxious and annoying brothers.

  Ryan and Riley were nice enough to put me down and let me walk through the paparazzi with some dignity, but they threatened to lift me up again if I didn’t get into their car, so I followed.

  Once again, I was tucked in between the twins. “Where are we going? This isn’t the direction to my house.”

  Gordon had already put the divider up for good measure, but the twins had gone too far with ruining my life. No way was I doing any more nasty things with them. Each time their hands landed on somewhere inappropriate, I swiftly smacked them away.

  “To our place,” Ryan said, “I’m not going to be caught having sex in that closet you call a ‘house’.” A tingling sensation went up my thighs at the mention of the word ‘sex’

  I had to remind myself that I wasn’t in the mood, not after just losing my job. “If you think that I’m going to have sex with you after all you put me through, you’re more stupid than I thought. Send me home.” A black eye wasn’t exactly making me feel sexy, either. Granted, that douchebag was pretty weak so the damage wasn’t that bad, but it was still there and some light swelling had developed.

  Ryan showed me a teasing pout. “But your home is so small.”

  “Bastard.”

  When we arrived at their place, I could see why they made fun of the size of my apartment. Their house was a freaking mansion—larger than the whole apartment block I lived in. In fact, I couldn’t make out the whole of it from the front. I wasn’t too surprised—they were sons of billionaires—but knowing they lived in a big house was an entirely different thing from looking at the size of it in person.

  I am going to be fucked in this place. I dragged a hand down my face. No more dirty thoughts. I swore to myself to not involve myself with the twins anymore. “Show offs,” I said, hiding how impressed I was.