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A sex partner didn’t require an introduction to their parents. That’s why their mother didn’t waste her time saying a word when she saw me. I was a fleeting past-time for the brothers—just a toy they’d get bored of and leave after they’re done.
I’d usually get angry at my boyfriends if they tried something like that, but here, I had no right to complain about anything. I was using the twins just as they were using me. We were in it for the same reason—sexual gratification. I had broken up with my pathetic excuse of a partner, needed a sexual companion, and the twins offered amazing sex. I shouldn’t have been saddened by that fact, yet I couldn’t stop myself from becoming a little hurt.
I let myself get too close to them. I shouldn’t have gotten emotionally attached.
Was it time to cut our ties?
I slipped out of the twins’ shirt and put on something more appropriate, in case I bumped into their mother again.
I took in a deep breath. Their sweet scent surrounded this room. I had gotten used to it, even started to love it. I didn’t want to let go of them. Not yet.
I lied down on the bed and crossed my legs. Thoughts ran through my mind. At first, I was distracting myself from thinking about the twins, redirecting my mind to different things, like what to make for breakfast tomorrow and the reports I needed for work. But the more I tried to stop thinking about them, the more they popped up.
The notion of having to leave them eventually sent a pang of pain to my heart.
Mad at myself for being so desperate, I rolled around onto my stomach and covered my head with the pillow. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I muttered. I was about to cry because of them. I refused to cry.
Just as my inner turmoil reached its peak, I heard the sound of the door clicking open. I threw the pillow away and whipped my head around. They were back.
“Your mother already left?” I asked. “That was pretty quick.”
They looked downtrodden, unlike their usual playful selves. Something was up.
“Are the two of you okay?”
Ryan sighed. “Just a little pissed off.”
“Your mom seemed to miss the both of you a lot.”
“Sometimes she should learn how to stop butting into our affairs.”
“Do you want to talk—?”
Without letting me finish my sentence, Riley pressed his lips on mine. His tongue forced its way in, and I allowed his entrance without any hesitation. When he broke the kiss to speak, he said, “No, just shut up, and let us make love to you.”
Love? Riley must have used the wrong word. He must have meant deep, passionate f**king, or something of that sort.
Our clothes fell on the floor before I had time to react. They took me more intensely than ever—there were no spankings, no smart remarks, no role-plays or rules, only unadulterated emotions of need and lust.
After that morning of hot and heavy sex, nothing much had changed. They were back to their teasing selves after leaving me bewildered, yet satisfied. We went down to eat breakfast after that. The breakfast had already turned cold, the bacon oily and stiff. They ate it anyway with smiling faces, probably to not hurt my feelings.
They didn’t have to pretend. I knew the food tasted God-awful compared to the norm.
They reminded me they needed to pack and leave for Paris. As their personal as**sistant, it was my job to help them out—or so they said. I didn’t think my job status applied during out-of-work hours.
We spent the next two days acting like our intense night of passionate sex hadn’t happened. All that screwing around made me ache all over. I considered bringing it up, but Ryan and Riley were so caught up with work, we didn’t have time to discuss it. The Paris trip took a lot from their schedule. The meetings and paperwork doubled so we could keep on track.
When they left, they offered to take me along.
“You could just hop onto the plane right now, you know?” Ryan said. “Won’t you miss us?”
I would, but having the house to myself sounded great, too. “You know I can’t.”
Riley kissed my cheek and hovered his lips over my ear. We were at a private landing—only the bodyguards and drivers served as an audience. “Think about it. Sex right next to the Eiffel Tower.”
My hands travelled to my face to cover how it had turned pink. “Somebody has to make sure the staff doesn’t slack off at work. And who’s going to answer your emails and sort out the paperwork on your behalf? I’d love to, guys, but you know I can’t.”
They both released a huffy sigh.
“We’ll let Helena do it,” Riley said.
“Helena? She slacks so much, it’s worrying. I caught her on Facebook playing silly games when she had a report for me due in two hours the other day. I told her off, but she still handed it in late. You both should really be more thorough with your interviews.”
