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Tyrone dropped me off at the airport, right in front of where the plane was supposed to land. Rich people sure had it convenient.
I stood wide-eyed and on my tiptoes as I waited. It felt like forever since I touched them. I acted like a teenage girl who had recently hooked up with her crush. It had been so long since I ran my fingers through their silky hair and had them breathe against my neck.
But I didn't think they'd let me have any of that sweet, cuddly stuff tonight. Not after the stunt I pulled with Riley.
My pulse quickened when they finally arrived. The plane's wheels touched the ground. It circled around the runway before pulling into the stop. My heart thumped so hard, I thought it would fall out of my chest. The door opened steadily, and my twins were standing there, looking perfect and almost inhumanly sexy in their trim suits.
I had to stop myself from running to them and throwing myself into their arms. I didn't know why my emotions swirled around in such a sporadic manner when I saw them; they had only been gone for four days. All I knew was my twins had returned, and I wanted them all to myself. It was strange how possessive I got over them—ever since their mother forced my confession out, it had never been the same.
I strutted up to them, hoping for them to greet me intimately and passionately—they wouldn't, because others were looking, but a girl could hope.
"Hi," I said, smiling at them. "Welcome back."
"Glad to be back," Ryan replied. His smile hadn't reached his eyes.
Riley acknowledged me with a light nod, but he didn't say a word.
A sharp pang crept toward my chest. They could've been more excited to see me. They didn't have to embrace me in their arms and plant a kiss on my mouth, but something more would've been nice. Did their feelings for me change after the trip? Did they suddenly decide I couldn't be a good partner, or got bored?
I followed them into Tyrone's car, trying to think up things to say.
I rested my hand onto Ryan's wrist. Maybe some physical contact would open them up. "How was your trip to Paris?"
It was the wrong question to ask. They both glowered at me.
Ryan shook his head. "Not very good. The director of TTA International decided to pull out at the last minute. Negotiations failed, and we won't be able to carry on with the new projects smoothly."
I pressed my knees together and bowed my head. "Oh, sorry to hear about that."
"We'll get them. I'm scheduling another conference for next month, but this time, they're coming to us."
"Everything is still good then?" I pulled the corners of my lips up wryly.
Riley snorted. "Not nearly. We'll have to push back our schedule and negotiate new terms with the other companies involved."
"Oh."
Conversation ended at that point.
What else was I to say? They were obviously in terrible moods. I could almost feel the heat of anger crackling underneath their skins. I wasn't about to start a fire.
They were required to get logistics, like their passports, settled. After that, we entered the car, and Tyrone drove us home.
Uncomfortable silence permeated the commute back home. Even when pissed out of their minds, the twins didn't stop looking like handsome embodiments of sexiness. Actually, them being mad might've made them more enticing. Their hair was uncombed and tousled because of their long flight, and their lips were just as inviting as ever.
I crossed my legs and adjusted myself on my seat. Wetness had already seeped between my thighs. Wicked images began to dance through my mind.
When we reached the doorstep of their mansion, Riley and Ryan got out as soon as they could. I wondered why they needed to rush. I stepped out of the car, not certain what they planned to have in store tonight. Maybe the trip tired them out, and they wanted to rest for the night. I only wished they would let me join them and cuddle in their bed. If they weren't willing to have sex, a mere cuddle would suffice.
I hated the desperate and needy side of me. That was what love did.
If all love had in store for me was heartbreak, I didn't want any of it. When Damien and I broke up, there hadn't been any feelings left. Seeing him sleep with another girl hurt me, not because of love, but because the mere act itself made me feel incompetent and betrayed.
But the twins acting like this cut into my heart like a blunt knife, painstakingly slowly, making sure I suffered every inch of the way.
Exhausted from the ride, I dragged myself out of the vehicle. I hadn't moved two steps when Ryan picked me up and cradled my frame in his arms.
"I want to f**k you so bad," he said.
Happiness pooled around me so much that tears escaped from the corner of my eyes. That was the first time anybody had made me happy after cursing at me. But I knew he wanted me, and that was enough.
