A Double Dose of Billionaire - Part 1

“Thank goodness you broke up with that as**shole. I told you about him, didn’t I? That man was up to no good.”

I nodded. “I just really wanted to settle down. You know, with my parents nagging at me to find a husband all the time.”

“Well, don’t settle down for any random guy.”

“I’ve learned my lesson.” When I found Damien in my bed with some strange blonde chick, my heart got crushed on the spot. I spent the whole night getting myself wasted in the club. Thinking about it now, I realized I wasn’t sad because I was losing Damien in particular; I only got depressed because I felt betrayed. My life was perfectly fine without him, especially with the twins around.

She handed me a cup of coffee. We shouldn’t have been drinking coffee so close to bedtime, but caffeine lost its effect on me years ago.

“So have you thought about what your next job is going to be?” she asked.

“The twins actually offered me one.”

She took a sip from her cup. “Really? The three of you are getting awfully chummy for sex buddies.”

Sex buddies. I forgot to remind myself we were nothing more than that. Making waffles, becoming their employee, thinking about spending the next night warm and cuddled up in their arms. Sex buddies—we’re just having fun with each other until we get bored. Me, to simply rebound back from my chain of failure boyfriends, and them because they liked to sleep around.

My mind shot back to this morning when they told me about telling them apart. Did that make me special in any way?

I laughed to cover up my uneasiness. “They’re decent enough human beings to feel sorry about causing me to lose my job.”

“Meanwhile you better start looking for another one. Because when one of them gets bored, it’ll suck to be you.”

She stirred her coffee and beamed as if her words hadn’t felt like daggers to my heart.

“Yeah… I should.” Eager to change the topic, I said, “You know what? I fancy myself another movie.”

“I’ve watched every single one of those on that rack.”

“Don’t care. How about this one?” I said, choosing a DVD without really looking.

She scowled. “That show is so old. I’m subscribed to Netflix, you know?”

“Oh, yeah.” I slipped the cover back onto the shelf. “I thought maybe watching it on DVD would be like old times.”

“Stupidest excuse ever.” She started scanning through her movies on her laptop. It was connected to her TV so we had a nice, large screen to watch from. “Now get your sexy butt over here and help me pick a movie.”

We ended up picking a horror show. They weren’t my cup of tea but might as well. The suspense managed to get my mind off the twins, if only for an hour.

Tyrone, my new driver, dropped me off at my new office. I had myself completely neatened up today—as neat as I possibly could have been borrowing Kristie’s clothes and bathroom.

My visit to her house ended up becoming an unplanned sleepover. I fell asleep toward the end of the movie—movies were so difficult to stay awake to—and she was too sweet to wake me up and kick my butt out the door in the middle of the night.

I woke up the next day to Riley calling me on the phone, asking me to show up at the workplace in two hours.

I had to scramble for clothes. Kristie was a size skinnier than me so we had some trouble finding some professional-looking clothes that actually fit. I had to settle for a very dull gray skirt and a plain white blouse.

I was going to kill those twins.

I was thankful for the new job, but they could’ve given me at least a day’s notice. What if some unfortunate circumstance prevented me from waking up to my phone’s ringing and I arrived to the office late? My new boss would hate my guts and I’d have to suffer hell for the next few months, at least.

A busty girl tended to the reception. She was chewing gum—I didn’t think it benefited the company's image much.

“Uh, hi,” I said, “I’m Scarlet, I’m supposed to be…” Then I realized that I didn’t even know what my job position was. I blushed. “One of my contacts asked me to report here.”

She looked up and gave me a once over. “Ms. Fontaine? You’re the new secretary. Our CEO is waiting for you at the top floor.”

The secretary? So I was being reduced to doing administrative, boring work. My skill sets were equipped for better things. Still, with the economy like that, I didn’t have much to complain about.

Throughout the whole journey to the top floor, the receptionist chewed on her gum. It sounded like fingers scratching a chalkboard to my ears. I wanted to smack her head so the gum would pop right out.