“It doesn’t hurt too much. That bastard didn’t pack a punch.” He was sweet to ask, but that didn’t help with subsiding how angry I was at the two of them.
Ryan reached for my wrist and pulled me up. “We’ll take care of it. Thanks for looking after her, Kristie.”
“I’m not going with you anywhere,” I said, twisting my hand to try and get out of his grasp. “You two got me fired!”
Ryan lifted me up by my knees and threw me over his back. Did I, or any other grown woman, deserve such humiliation?
“Put me down at once.”
“No,” Ryan said.
Kristie squirmed with delight as I was taken away. “Bye, and have a lot of fun, the three of you.”
Traitor.
Kidnapped. I had been kidnapped by two obnoxious and annoying brothers.
Ryan and Riley were nice enough to put me down and let me walk through the paparazzi with some dignity, but they threatened to lift me up again if I didn’t get into their car, so I followed.
Once again, I was tucked in between the twins. “Where are we going? This isn’t the direction to my house.”
Gordon had already put the divider up for good measure, but the twins had gone too far with ruining my life. No way was I doing any more nasty things with them. Each time their hands landed on somewhere inappropriate, I swiftly smacked them away.
“To our place,” Ryan said, “I’m not going to be caught hav**ing se**x in that closet you call a ‘house’.” A tingling sensation went up my thighs at the mention of the word ‘sex’
I had to remind myself that I wasn’t in the mood, not after just losing my job. “If you think that I’m going to have sex with you after all you put me through, you’re more stupid than I thought. Send me home.” A black eye wasn’t exactly making me feel sexy, either. Granted, that douchebag was pretty weak so the damage wasn’t that bad, but it was still there and some light swelling had developed.
Ryan showed me a teasing pout. “But your home is so small.”
“Bastard.”
When we arrived at their place, I could see why they made fun of the size of my apartment. Their house was a freaking mansion—larger than the whole apartment block I lived in. In fact, I couldn’t make out the whole of it from the front. I wasn’t too surprised—they were sons of billionaires—but knowing they lived in a big house was an entirely different thing from looking at the size of it in person.
I am going to be f**ked in this place. I dragged a hand down my face. No more dirty thoughts. I swore to myself to not involve myself with the twins anymore. “Show offs,” I said, hiding how impressed I was.
Riley smirked. “You know you want to take a look. You’re welcome to come here anytime you want.”
I sat down with my arms crossed, keeping my eyes focused on the divider.
“You’re really difficult, you know that? Don’t make me throw you over my shoulder like Ryan did.”
That was enough to call me to action. I scurried out of the car as if my life depended on it. “Don’t ever think about doing that again.” I raised a threatening finger.
“Oh, I’m sure I will,” Riley said, licking his lips. I held my breath, taking in his sexy expression.
Their living room linked the front of the house to the back, displaying their enormous Olympic-sized swimming pool through glass windows. The design of the interior of the house was impeccable. I felt like I was walking through a fancy place designated for tourists rather than a house.
“Where are your parents?” I asked.
Ryan led me up the stairs to what they called their ‘main room’ while Riley went to fetch something. I knew what was coming, but the devil in me urged me to follow them anyway. Once I stepped into the house, there wasn’t any turning back. I could feel the wetness building between my thighs, and dirty thoughts began to flood my mind.
“They don’t live with us,” Ryan said, “We’re twenty-eight. Who still lives with their parents at that age?”
I could name a few of my college friends who got down on their luck and were still stuck with their parents, but I kept silent about it.
He gestured down the corridor. “This way.” How many rooms did this place have anyway? Six? Seven? Fifty?
My eyes couldn’t keep themselves from wandering to naughty places. A tent was already bulging at his jeans. Just knowing that he wanted me was enough to make my heart race. My ability to keep myself in check was getting thinner.
Their room was as big as my living room, but I was hardly surprised by its size, already having gotten used to the enormity of everything around here. The sight of the bed turned me on and I couldn’t help picturing myself on it with the twins doing all sorts of things.