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“Well, on top of telling us apart,” Ryan said, “we really like this butt of yours.” He slapped my as**s again.
I didn’t think that I’d ever get tired of that.
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Apparently, the twins did more than just laze around and make smartass comments all day; they actually had to go to work. I was in slight disbelief when they mentioned it. Then I thought about it—they were grown men. Sitting on their butts all day fooling around probably wasn’t very healthy, regardless of how rich they were.
They tried to convince me to stay at their place, but I wasn’t going to linger around like some forsaken wife waiting for her husband to come home. They called in another one of their drivers to fetch me home.
When leaving their mansion, I had to face the paparazzi.
They camped outside the gates like a pack of wolves, cameras ready and flashes set to standby.
I had a pretty lame ‘master’ plan. My first idea was to put myself in the boot as the driver drove me through the gates, but I wasn’t quite ready to let myself fall so low yet. So all I did was duck beneath the car’s windows when we crossed.
“Ma’am, we passed,” the driver said. I poked my head out and glanced through the rear window. The paparazzi continued to stand at the gates, acting bored and docile.
I couldn’t believe my plan worked.
The driver dropped me at Kristie’s house. She couldn’t have been home from work this early, but she told me she left an extra pair of keys in her potted plants that one time she forgot her keys. I wanted to avoid the paparazzi, and I figured I wouldn’t bump into any if I went to her house instead. Another horde of them was probably waiting at my doorstep.
My apartment was a pigsty compared to Kristie’s.
Everything in her apartment gave off a cozy feel. She decorated her windows with pink, spotted drapes, filled random corners with synthetic roses, and kept her cute stuffed toys on her couch. She named her unicorn, teddy bear and piglet Ms. Pinky, Mr. Teddy and Oinky, respectively. Who did that after growing past the kindergarten stage anyway?
It was too lovely for my liking. Too clean and pretty. But then again, that’s what I loved about my friend—that caring, beautiful, love-till-you-bleed side of her.
I took off my heels and neatly placed them inside the shoe cabinet, knowing that Kristie would complain if I didn’t put my shoes away properly.
Bored, I went to her bookshelf and chose one of her DVDs to watch, ignoring the classic literature she had on there. Kristie was an English Literature and Business Administration double major. She had always wanted to become a playwright, but life’s circumstances brought her into sales. She told me she didn’t think she’d use her business degree at all but took it to have a safe alternative. Unfortunately, she ended up having to use it after finding out the only job opening related to her English Literature degree was an English teacher.
I chose a comedy chick flick and slid it into the player.
After what seemed like ten minutes later, I felt someone nudge my shoulder. I woke up to Kristie looking at me with a puzzled face. “What are you doing here?”
I yawned. I had to get past this habit of sleeping at random places all the time. Life was just so exhausting. “Waiting for you. How was work?”
“Oh, don’t get me started.” She sat down. “I thought I was done with the accounts, and then stupid Albert came over with all the boss’s receipts and went like, ‘we need returns for all this.’ I mean, who does that? I specifically told them not to give me all their receipts last week… Oh, but never mind about me.” She elbowed me lightly in the waist and grinned. “Tell me all about your night with the twins. I want all the details—all of it.”
I sighed, not really sure what I thought about last night. “Well, the sex was amazing. But then I think that I shouldn’t have done it.”
“Why not? I mean, it’s not like you’re dating anyone. Go have fun.” She got up. “But remember to use protection. Who knows where their di**cks have been. Coffee?”
I gave her a guilty look.
Her eyes widened. “You didn’t?”
“I kind of forgot to… but it’s okay, I’m still on birth control.”
“I’m not saying that they are the kind to sleep around a lot. Okay I am, and have documented proof from the ever-accurate media. But STDs? Ever heard of them?”
“I know.” I sighed and then smiled. “But the sex was so good.”
“Better than Damien?” She waved her hand and rolled her eyes at herself. “Oh, why bother asking.”
“Way better. Damien couldn’t even last five minutes.”
