A Double Dose of Billionaire (Part One) (2 page)

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 surrounding 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.

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.