Free A Double Dose of Billionaire (Part One) by Rachel Ellis

 

     
    I woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a
truck.
    Where the hell was I anyway? The sheets
smelled different from my own; cleaner actually. I opened my eyes
and took a look around.
    Yeah, I definitely woke up in the wrong
room.
    “You’re finally awake,” a man said.
    Shocked, I held my breath, although I honestly
shouldn’t have been shocked. I got drunk last night and ended up in
a place I couldn’t recognize—what else was I to expect?
    And then I realized that something rod-like
was pressing against my thigh.
    I jumped out of the bed, dragging the blanket
with me, which turned out to be a bad idea. The blanket slipped off
the bed, leaving the strange man lying in all his naked glory, his
muscled frame and morning wood splayed out for me to
see.
    Damn, he had a hot body.
    Focus, I told myself. That wasn’t the
main point right now.
    I broke up with my boyfriend yesterday and
ended up having a one night stand. That was the main
point.
    The man propped his head with his hands and
smirked. “Why so jumpy? You didn’t seem to mind it last night.” My
eyes travelled lower than they should have—boy, was it
large.
    I covered my eyes with my palm, partly to stop
myself from looking, partly to show my exasperation. “Okay, mister.
This was a mistake. I got drunk last night and I don’t know who you
are. Let’s just part ways and not meet each other ever again,
deal?”
    He shrugged. “I’d prefer not to. Why don’t you
ask my brother first?”
    Brother? What did his brother have anything to
do with this?
    The shower’s door slid open, answering my
question. A replica of the man I just slept with stepped into the
room with water droplets clinging onto his skin, some of them
rolling down his beautiful, ripped chest and abs.
    I looked back and forth. Both of the men had
the exact same face. I couldn’t tell the difference; brown hair,
cheeky grin, sexy morning green eyes.
    Penises of the same girth.
    “Oh, hey,” he said, wiping his hair with his
towel.
    A ball of bile rose up my throat. I dashed
past the twin and careened toward the toilet.
    I needed to puke.
    ***
    "Let me get this straight. I had a threesome
with the both of you.”
    We sat at the dining table. The brothers, Ryan
and Riley, were sitting across me. They took some time to explain
to me who was who, but I found it easy to tell them apart after
that.
    The throbbing in my head hadn’t calmed down;
in fact, it got worse, and a second round of puking was threatening
to force its way up.
    “Yep,” they replied in unison.
    “You guys should know better than to take
advantage of a drunk woman,” I muttered to myself, kneading my
forehead with my thumb. I narrowed my eyes at them. “So I had a
threesome with the both of you.”
    They nodded their heads, both seemingly having
fun watching the way I squirmed and panicked at the new tidbit of
information.
    I collapsed on the table and shook my head. “I
need to wake up. What the hell am I supposed to do now?”
    “We could have sex again,” Ryan joked. “It’s
Saturday morning.”
    I raised a finger at his face. “I don’t want
to have anything related to you guys. My stand is the same as
before—I leave, and we never meet or talk about this ever again.” I
took my phone out and dialed for a cab.
    Riley made us some coffee as I tried to ring a
taxi up. The booking service constantly redirected me and played
obnoxious music as I waited. It was Saturday morning! Why was it
still so hard to get a cab?
    He handed me the coffee. “Thank you,” I said,
and then someone from customer service finally picked up the
phone.
    “Taxi booking. How may I help you?”
    “I need a cab for…” I covered the mouthpiece
and faced the twins. “Where are we again?”
    Riley had a naughty smirk on his face, his
eyes directed to something behind me. Before I could turn around, I
felt Ryan’s heat on my skin. His hands travelled down my waist,
moving their way down and dangerously getting closer to