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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 became 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.
