A Double Dose of Billionaire - Part 3

Ryan clicked his tongue against his teeth. "Forget about him." A stray hand made its way to the insides of my skirt.

"What are you doing?" The walls were glass. "People can see us." I could see one of my colleague's heads bobbing behind one of the desks.

"Your shirt wasn't buttoned high enough during the meeting. I was getting hard looking at your chest."

I looked at his groin—he really was sporting a hard-on. "Stop, Ryan, this isn't appropriate."

"Fine." His fingers slipped away right when they brushed my bare pus**sy. I withheld a frustrated growl. "Come with us to our office."

I couldn't ignore their sultry, one hundred percent sexy expressions. My center soaking and getting wetter as I followed, I made my way to their office.

Riley shut the door and stalked to us.

Ryan was already pouncing on me, sweeping the stationery off the desks and positioning himself between my parted legs. "You're so damn f**king hot."

I buried my fingers into his hair and forced him down. "Shut up and kiss me."

"So damn f**king hot."

As Ryan's mouth as**saulted mine, Riley trailed light kisses down my neck. It seemed quite impossible that a woman could come from just grinding and making out alone, but if anyone could make a woman do it, it was these two twins.

"I love you, Scarlet," Ryan said.

"We do," Riley added.

My bre**asts lifted and fell as I tried to catch a breath. "You two... you're absolutely driving me crazy."

We continued making out, until Riley suddenly stopped. The separation of his lips from the curve of my neck left it cold. I was about to ask what was the matter when he said, "Brother, what is this?"

Ryan lazily dragged his mouth away from mine. "What is what?"

"This." He reached over me and picked something up. I couldn't look at it from the position Ryan kept me in.

They were pieces of paper. Photographs, probably, judging from the faint view of colored ink I caught as Ryan faced their the back sides of the paper to me.

His brows furrowed and he stepped back, letting my legs fall limp over the desk. "No." The word was a mere whisper. Something horrible was definitely up.

I sat up and crossed my legs. "Why are the both of you freaking out? Say something."

"Something?” Riley spitted softly.. "You're a f**king liar and a cheat, that's what.”

"What? I do not appreciate having false accusations being thrown at my—"

"Look for yourself." He threw the papers onto my lap. Cautiously, I picked them up. I cursed out loud or perhaps inside—I was too confused to notice. The photographs were images of me with Director Goodwill and Wesley. The first one looked fairly innocent. I was standing at the hotel lobby. But the rest that followed were horrifically racy. I was made to look as if I was up against the wall, having Wesley’s father between my legs. Frantically, I flipped through the photos, worry and rage gushing through my head. None of this had happened.

I breathed heavily. "I don't remember any of this."

Riley snatched the photographs away. "Of course you don't. You won't admit to this."

Did they have so little faith in me? I thought they both professed their love just a short five minutes ago. "Riley, Ryan, please. I didn't do anything. Won't you believe me?"

"I want to, Scarlet," Ryan said. "Right now I'm running through all the reasons that would make this false. Even if it happened, I want to forgive you. Was this why Wesley was on you the other day? Is this it? Because you slept with him before?" He leaned against a wall and covered his eyes. "The evidence, it's right here in front of our eyes."

"Were you drugged, Scarlet?" Riley asked. "Do you remember?"

"No! Nothing like that happened. I'll agree to the first photo, but just that. I sent them to the hotel after they landed, but I left right after. I didn't drink anything."

He dropped the photos onto the desk and turned his back to me. "Please don't lie to us like that."

"I'm not lying! Please, please, please, just trust me." I felt desperate. All I had to count on was their trust. They weren't wrong—the photos looked like irrefutable evidence.

Riley shook his head. "I'm trying to. Really. Give us some time to think. I'll ask Tyrone to wait for you at the lobby."

"You're sending me away? No, we have to talk this over. We can't ignore it like this—"

"We need time."

I stood in the middle of the room, shell-shocked. I tried to think of something to say and help redeem myself. Apparently, blatant trust wasn't enough. "Don't you love me?" I squeaked.

No answer.

Fighting back tears, I made my way to the exit. Just yesterday, we were in the happiest relationship imaginable.