A Double Dose of Billionaire - Part 3

As his rambling went on, all I could think was f**k off. This son-of-a-bitch honestly expected me to give—and I meant give, because he certainly wasn't going to return the money—him five thousand dollars after he slept with that slut, whom I now know as Kelly?

My jaw hardened. I tapped my foot on the floor, aching for the elevator to arrive. "I don't have that kind of money."

He laughed, "Sure you do, Scarlet. I know the twins are loading up your bank account."

"They don't give me any of their money."

"Then why sleep with them?"

And now he's accusing me of being a hooker? I looked outside and saw Tyrone watching over me. I waved for him to come in.

Damien grabbed my shoulders. "Please, Scarlet. It's been horrible for us, and you can help."

I shoved his hands aside. I didn't want his filthy fingers on me. "I've never seen anyone as moronic as you are. Why the f**k did I even date you?"

"Is there anything I can help you with, ma'am?" Tyrone said as he came in. He had a deep and gravelly voice.

"Please show this man out of the building."

"Yes, ma'am." He bowed his head.

Damien pawed his hands to get closer to me. The elevator dinged as he was thrown out by my driver. I briefly glanced back to see his desperate look. "C'mon, Scarlet," he pleaded. "For f**k's sake." He tried to fight against Tyrone to get past him, but Damien never had much fight in him, so it wasn't difficult for Tyrone to escort him out.

I heaved a sigh of relief. The media was bound to spin our encounter into another deceiving story, but I didn't care about them anymore. The elevator closed and chimed as it reached the floor I worked at.

Today was going to be one hell of a day. I didn't have enough energy to battle with those incompetent colleagues of mine.

***

Ryan and Riley were discussing something in the CEO's office. They politely asked me to leave when I propped my laptop next to them, readying to take notes. I tried not to take it personally, but I couldn't.

Not surprisingly, I found it difficult to focus at work today. Helena seemed pretty happy about the lack of my harping, flitting away at her keyboard, probably playing some Facebook game. I myself was slacking, too. On my screen was a browser with multiple tabs opened up; each tab showcased the web page of some company I could potentially work for in the future.

Maybe my time with the twins had run out. Thinking about it, leaving them would solve the problem of their mother, and I'd be able to live life as a respectable, self-sufficient individual. I'd had enough of the humiliation they inflicted. They didn't check if I had properly consented last night.

Mrs. Crawford would have a field day if I left, but who cared about her, anyway? Seeing her happy got on my nerves, though.

Would these companies put me at the management level? My CV called for it, but with those spaces so scarce, I was afraid I would have to slowly climb up the corporate ladder again. Without the twins, Tyrone would have to leave. I liked having my own personal driver. I was only searching up those companies on a whim. I didn't actually think of leaving, did I?

Perhaps this lifestyle had made me too complacent.

Interrupting my bout of busily staring off into space, my cell trilled. I picked it up. "Hello?"

"What have you done?"

I immediately recognized the woman's voice. After being conditioned to it all my life, I didn't think I'd ever forget. "Mom?"

"Your dad just called me, Scarlet."

I bit my lip. She sounded panicked. Bad news was on its way.

She blew out a deep breath. "He just got fired from his job. It’s ridiculous. They didn’t even have a good reason.”

"What?" I placed my fist over my mouth in disbelief. My dad earned his living as a senior financial adviser at his bank. He'd been there for years. It was strange that they’d kick him out after so long.

"He's really angry at you. We need some explanations."

"What does this have to do with me?" The news caused me worry, but they shouldn't blatantly put all the blame on their daughter.

"Apparently, word of you and the twins has traveled. Everyone in town knows about it. His bank fired him, saying they didn't want to have dealings with a man with such a slutty daughter."

My breath hitched. What the f**k? "They can do that?" Another ingredient had been added to the mix of complications I had with the twins. It must have been a sign—a sign to call everything off.

"I told you those two aren't good for your life, darling. Please, save us the trouble and end this."

"Mom—”

"I didn't raise you to be like this. One playboy is enough, my dear, but two? It's unorthodox. It's not right."